Short Oregon Poems

summer in oregon 
when the snowflakes 
turn into milkshakes...

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dry bones by river
milk over cornflakes morning
outdoors Oregon...

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the land time forgot
home of the sasquatch,indian
fishing is supreme...

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Solo sylvan-hued
Oregon Grape postures firmly;
Spring kisses blossoms golden....

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A meadow of Spring,
due west evergreens peering down;
yonder above snowy Hood....

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The surface most trod

showered by golden rays of fresh Spring;

Lo! Beauteous Oregon....

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I hear Oregon banned smoking
                             ~ though I'm a little hazy on that...

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Owls, soft in flight

     Oregon forests, scarlet bright

Orange-tinged twilight-

10/01/18...

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dance in pewter rain 
graceful like silvery swans
opal sky feathers 

September 17th 2023...

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Shine my love divine my first love my starshine

________
"Oregon"

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In a frontier town of Oregon
lives a rascally son of a gun.
He’s taking on louses
that beat up their spouses.
I can hardly believe that’s my son!


For Carolyn Devonshire's Contest:
Lawyer Limericks...

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~

buff sparrows frolic

bouncing on the brittle snow

a faint rat-tat plays

~


Kigo ~ Winter Sparrows,
from the beautiful state
of Oregon.

Buff- a Yellow-Brown Color

A Debbie Guzzi Contest

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(Oregon Coast, Oct. 2015)

The Ripening of Love
(for Carol)

The balance of power
Neither winning or losing, up or down
Even, harmoniously at ease,
Contented with whatever Life brings.

(1/31/24)
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In-pine-sweet air
In humus soil
Is where I rest, away from care,
And trail weary toil.

One morning feathers filled the air,
With wooden shafts that sped
And left this traveler to lie
With poisoned arrowhead....

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In-pine-sweet air
In humus soil
Is where I rest, away from care,
And trail weary toil.

One morning feathers filled the air,
With wooden shafts that sped
And left this traveler to lie
With poisoned arrowhead....

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In-pine-sweet air
In humus soil
Is where I rest, away from care,
And trail weary toil.

One morning feathers filled the air,
With wooden shafts that sped
And left this traveler to lie
With poisoned arrowhead....

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It was the worst kind of summer day
You said our path was not your way
You had roads to travel, places to roam
You couldn’t be tied down here at home
So off you went, backpack in hand
To travel and explore distant lands...

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i take great pleasure in the kill
cherish the stalking
relish in the agony bestowed
and true to form never give
the gift of death
that would only give a chance
to some weaker moment
seeking exoneration

   Oregon   8/23...

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I once met a lad from the great state of Oregon
As well as I recall his name was Rick Corregon
He lived in a rustic tent
And painted with great intent
But his finest art never made the Smithsonian.

June 13, 2021...

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Evening surrenduring,
I am at-once bird and man.
I cannot see the sky, 
Because I am the sky.
The warmth of simple bounty
Rolls through me in waves.
Leave your scarring ridges
To be remembered in the ebbs,
You, now, as my old friends laughter....

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Eighteen and eighty-three
Cinema poetry
Wagons precarious
Bandits? Hilarious!
Not so gregarious
Shooting at me! 

Lightning miss yellow hair
Not too bad, pretty fair
Oregon, here we go
Shooting a buffalo
With Sam, Comanche beau
Bison for free!...

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Controversy In a Nursery

According to Trump plans it was precursory,
About what we have heard is a controversy;
There been;
Not let in;
Concerned immigration facilities with a nursery.

Senator from Oregon Jeff Merkley was horrified
when not let in.

Jim Horn...

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A day belongs to you and I
side by side swings the impossible
ways of doubt.

To embrass the true moment
only to quiver to turn back 
embaresment to huttle that 
touch down goal.

We will embark on tackt as it
shall be conquered to a new
habitate known as the quack
attack!

GO DUCKS!!!...

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Sharp Ears and Eyes Keen

Eugene right now Oregon he is in;
Was a turbulent teen wearing jean,
Never knowing what he may mean,
From this until the very next scene,
That surely had started out so serene;
Now we understand what he did mean;
Soup poet with sharp ears and eyes keen.

Jim Horn...

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R~ Rockin' old field house in '63
A~ Achievement - then and now
M~ March Madnesss
B~ Beat Beavers (Oregon State)
L~ Lay ups
E~ Energetic excellence
R~ Rockin' Bankers Life Field House in '21
S~ Sister Jean sees one more Sweet Sixteen

                        
                                03/26/2021...

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