Short Iowan Poems

A woman who works shucking corn
Tells jokes that are Iowan born
Just lend her an ear
And you're bound to hear
How colonels can milk a French horn...

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Those little holes in Cheerios
boast a flavor all their own,
distinctly Iowan, distinctly unique,
Nothingness here is not outshone,
in nourishment or things antique....

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I will have my steak gruesomely rare.
Eating mine with Heinz 57 flare.
I am from I-O-WAY
I do not play.
I can eat a cow, a horse and a mare.

I am from Nebraska don’t you know?
You Iowans can brag, and you can blow
But here’s my rule
You little fool
I’ll eat whatever does not start to go....

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Azure waves roll,
across golden fields,
Where he lies waiting,
for the Heartland-
Heavens,to blanket him
with bliss.

Floating down a river 
of quite bronze earth
Guided by hands,
of Iowan seraphim.

He dreams of sacred 
Alaska, 
heavenly
technicolor 
light shows,
and ancient tundra
not yet disturbed....

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Today I’m a blob
a slob
a glob
a perturbed mob hob
don’t ask me what it means
you will be peter fink snob
you’re ugly and spoiled
and it’s not your business you see,
so get away and stop pestering me.
today I’m a blob, a snob, a glob, 
a perturbed mob hob.
uglier and more surly than
a spilled kernel of a sassy
Iowan corn cob....

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American Pie surely proves 
that Don Mclean was deeply moved
by death in an Iowan snow
of three great artists in a show
by everything that was so changed
Americana rearranged
speaking for his generation
during times of consternation
popular in ‘72
today his thoughts sound almost new

7/31/17
Iconic songs - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One...

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I heard there were horns on an Iowan fox.
This went around the circle of kids wearing socks.
In front of a time piece that had out of sync tocks.
The circle was strange, most nurses wore crocks.

The gossip went haywire, ending down at the docks.
Bass fisherman parked to say this on the rocks.
Beware of sharks, they are arriving in flocks.
All because a unicorn had arrived out of a box.
words 75...

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I love my Saturday morning drives. I have a weakness for watching the pinkish golden Iowan sun rise above and break through the naked treetops cascading shards of light down the hillsides. As the sun’s rays cast over the sky, usurping the deep purples of night, my breath gets taken away. Dreading the sunsets when I have to let my sunshine go, my life fades into darkness, and I feel alone. It’s moments like these that remind me of how beautiful the world can be....

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mercurial me
Gemini 
painter
cartoonist 
poet
from the mid west USA
Iowan
a rapidly transplanted nomad
My husband moved me thirty-seven times
I attended eighteen colleges before I received a B.A.
masters degree achieved in 1996
I have now attended thirty-seven colleges
Masters plus ninety
I will never be able to get enough school
professional student
school counselor
wife
mother
mother-in-law
grandmother of ten
mother of a dog and a cat
lover of nature...

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