Short Midwestern Poems

A Midwestern small town
  Her lone tavern shut down 

The Motel 6 boarded up too
  We'll keep the light off for you...

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                    Spring winds rattle walls
               trash cans roll along the street—
                       No sirens this time
...

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Corn stalks dance
In abandoned fields
          Like wispy ghosts
    Without their husks
As children revel tirelessly
Midwestern skies sapphire encrusted....

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Thoughts of summers long ago
Drift and fade, come and go.
Grass and trees, the Lake, its sand,
Faraway memories of a midwestern land.
What I am now, I was back then.
And I will, in time, be again....

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pale fingers clutch the bouquet of roses
smiles spread across youthful faces
warm greetings by guests take the nip
out of the Midwestern air.
Sharing a bond glues them 
together, but births 
will not unfreeze
their marriage
cold times 
  stay....

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The sun rises in a watermelon sky

Green leaves welcome the newborn light
shivering in the crisp air

Watercolor wings amid the blooming blossoms
flutter in the breeze

The verdant high hills and gentle ravines
awaken to the Meadowlark’s chorus in Nature's melody



Bite Size Poem no48 Poetry Contest...

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A petite Midwestern raised child
Arrives at a Southern institution
And fears the labors of speaking
With the Southern children.

At first they appear favorable,
Then they taunt her
And call her “cracker.”

The Southern children
Disdained her, too,
Eventually.

She is a petite white girl
With an oval white face
And solid pink blouse.

Regarding this
Petite, fearful child
She might craft a story
Devising tomorrow....

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The bums and the heroes
of revolution
asleep
As drawn to the cosmos
a light
travels deep
He asked for no quarter
playing outside
the game
His legion in shadows
he’d never
explain
Each song once it’s sung
his interest
foregone
To blind repetition
he couldn’t
belong
The critics in reference
enshrining
his fame
As the midwestern
prairie wind
—calls out his name

(Ode To Bob Dylan: November, 2023) 
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Beige brokenness
Invisible 

Trim athletic midwestern news anchor
Flys down south
She needs the heat of the sun
Georgia
Altanta
Yeah that's where she'll land
Where she'll go
She lives her life
She's got her plan
She is blind to the peace she can not understand
On the outside others think she has it all and she'd probably agree.

Various forms of darkness
Persists

Fundamential
Or
Financial 

Do you comprehend?...

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