Short Oregon Poems
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organ
organ grinder
get out of here orange, you do not fit!
Oregon
ornate
ornery
stop it orangutan or I’ll give you something to cry about
ordinary
orthodox
or what?
Put up your dukes
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
(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)
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.
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.
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.
colorful witch stole a cat, a broom, a stagecoach too
Last I saw her she was on the Oregon Trail said Lou
A posse chased her, I think I saw John Wayne with a badge.
That is truly curious said an analytic named Madge.
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
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
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.
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!
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
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!!!
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
Form:
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
Three sisters ate three
sundaes on three Sundays on
Three Sisters' summits.
Faith climbed "Faith," Hope climbed
"Hope," and Charity climbed "Faith,"
"Hope," and "Charity."
[Special thanks to the
Sisters, Oregon Sisters
Branch Library staff.]
[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Three_Sisters_(Oregon)]
Thomas,
Loving, memory, poetic, visual
Brother of Bobby
Lover of Joyce, Hanna, stars
Who feels love, closeness, joy
Who fears confrontation, violence, snakes
And not wild about blood and gore, the military, crass cultures
Who would like to see peace, harmony, acceptance
Resident of Portland, Oregon
Martin
Best Sandwich Ever
Sam Adams favorite sandwich
Was the make it yourself sandwich
Served at the Ashland Oregon, Co-Op
A modified BLT sandwich on Gluten-free bread
Cheese, roast beef or pastrami, bacon
Sprouts, lettuce, tomatoes, dill pickles, peppers
Mayo, mustard, ketchup
Just heaven in every delicious bite
Molly
Funny, Loving, Passionate Mother~
Daughter of an Angel Flying High
Lover of Family, Life, and Pickles~
Who feels Intensity, Travesty and Reckless Abandon!
Who Fears Loss, Emptiness and Disappointment
Who Would Like to See My Mom, My Son’s Life Filled with Joy and a Concert
Resident of a Small Town in Oregon
Cooper
Football
A new dawn has come
He showers and puts on his lucky tee
Sits and waits in his lounge chair
Times has come
He kicks and runs
Catches and tackles
His blood pressure goes up
All from his recliner chair
He cheers and howlers
Rants and raves
Dammit!!
Yes!!
Oregon Ducks 48,
Wyoming Cowboys 14
By Eve Roper 9/25/2014
In Oregon, while we were touring,
We passed through a city called Boring.
We laughed at the name
'Cause it sounded so lame
That to visit, we'd both end up snoring.
A billboard announced (not a joke!)
That in Scotland, one town of Scots folk
Is named Dull, so they dared
To suggest they be paired;
Here's to Boring and Dull - holy smoke!
we are meant for meaning
the stars that scatter the skies
are not an empty existence
they plead for significance
demand some purpose
therein we are
far from the Crown of Creation
fallible as such
a nucleus in search of
my only desire at this juncture
contemplate the heavens above
and be found worthy of this gift
Oregon 9/9/26
there is a gravity to you
an existence that bends light
into an aurora capturing each moment
a curvature surrounding existence
where memories of long ago reside outside time
when you came into my life
almost caught in a trance
where eternity dissolves into seconds
my eyes grasp you, spellbound
there is a gravity to you
Oregon 8/21/26
Pam
Mother, grandma, sister, and wife
Sister of Pat, Cori, and John
Lover of compassion, chocolate, and my family
Who feels pain, love, and hope
Who fears a shortage of chocolate, letting down my family, and not trying hard enough.
Who would like to see the earth healed, more compassion expressed, and Las Vegas.
Resident of Salem, Oregon
Deremer
Watching waves, to and fro
tumble and rise, above the flow
blues and greens and similar shade
waves of trees as your background of the cascades
Majestic mountains compliment your immensity
Oregon beaches' natural proclivity
guided by the moon's lead to dance
crashing waves leaving me entranced
how I crave
the sound of the Oregon wave