Short Ohio Poems
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under the serpent mound prudent
demons (NOT monsters) preserve the
nuts and
endosperm meant for
later day
postmen to deliver
when the time is
all too convincingly ripe
come to the great state of ohio
the best place in the country to go
they call it the buckeye state
a great place to relocate
where the three rivers begin to flow
State Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kevin Shaw
7/15/19
Today I am in Ohio.
My hair glisten in it's hot sun
I am wearing one of those dresses you and I would've picked from Target
My face is bare
I am running in the field in front of my home without shoes
It's like the first day we met.
White icing spread atop cut-out trees,
Shrubs melt,
expose green cutout cookie snowflakes,
Blue skies shove away clouds,
reveal warm glossy blanketed fields,
Sunshine toasts the breeze a golden crisp.
Gazing out the picture window,
I watch as God bakes another day of Ohio January.
the river
in which I learned to swim
along which I practiced my driving
frozen mass where my dad dared to walk in his youth
waterway where my grand paw taught me about boats
daily crossing this tributary
I live on and love the
Ohio
an unrhymed trois par huit
newport, ohio
two bars for the thirsty
one catholic church
for the sinners to be forgiven
one gas station
so us country folk
don't run out of gas
one big country concert
in july up the road
one 75 year old man
who runs a quiet
slaughter house
a quaint little town
on a busy state route
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Citing cats some immigrants ate
Was his weirdest part of debate
While this barbecue
Could ignite a few
It won't make America great
He's mired with the syndrome Tourette's
The point he should make--Trump forgets!
Supporters have pain
That his tired dead brain
Is consumed by those eating pets
From blue collar workers
tool and dye filling the
slots more jobs more
job awesome tower
city the flats the docks
Cleveland rock and roll
hall of fame the Browns
the beaches no more
fake news finally on
board with the best
of the best Donald
Trump wins you know it
you’re hired best poet
Historic buildings
railroad tracks run by feed mill
churches still ring bells
Pearl valley cheese
world's largest cuckoo clock
butchering by hand
gateway to Amish
unique shops and wineries
small hometown feeling
*Population 828
Some of the above mentioned places are within 20 miles of Baltic
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walking through the dark alley
my cigarette lights the way
I follow the trail
of all the cigarettes I've left before
I'm reminded of my past;
how I look back with love,
and remember with fondness
I realize
I must cherish the present
with this same fondness.
For when the past was present,
I did not have this love for it, either.
When lamps are lit,
thumb-downed farmers
smoke on their porch's,
whittle away a churning simmer
of angry ghosts.
Some bury the urge
to slip into insanity, some plant it.
Some clean shotguns long unused,
others go to bed fuming.
A few walk into the dark
following a slow burn.
In county towns,
stone asylums are erected
to contain the fires.
lights flicker on the far side
as Kentucky folds its dark robes
a barge nudges
the river into dusk
bundles of clouds kindle
a shimmering pause
the river opens its body
to swallow the sun
knee deep in shadow
a heron yawps
silver fish ripple through
shoaling branches
here on a crooked pier
spawning stars surface
from the milky eyes
of the recently drowned
We form a queue around a small
million-year-old blossom,
are captivated
by dripping peaks
of creeping continuum.
Rainbow striations
in bezels of stillness,
then the power fails.
A pitch black of nothing
quashes carriage and mien.
Minds shrink like dark stars,
then the yellow flicker
of a generator hums us back.
Nervous grins, holiday shorts,
floppy hats.
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amish capital of holmes county
feed mills, flour mills,
amish canned goods
bringing in tourism
broasted chicken
horses chopping up state route 93
leaving souvenirs on road way
family park along creek
as train goes through town
children retrieving coins on tracks
as they are worn thin
BALTIC
home at one time
now somewhere to go for vacation
while visiting family and friends
We form a queue around a small
million-year-old blossom,
are captivated
by dripping peaks
of creeping continuum.
Rainbow striations
in bezels of stillness,
then the power fails.
A pitch black of nothing
quashes carriage and mien.
Minds shrink like dark stars,
then the yellow flicker
of a generator hums us back.
Nervous grins, holiday shorts,
maybe some a little soiled,
floppy hats.