Short St Louis Poems

New Orleans by night
the city that care forgot
do come visit us...

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St Louis-born Marianne Moore
began poetics a 'The Dial' editor
In metrical patterns her verse brought fame
 medal &prizes & much acclaim...

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A canoeist from
Saint Louis sipped saki on
the Mississippi.


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Where did the innocence go so fast
it's all rearranged
so sad
people getting angry so quickly
maybe someday it'll change
but as for now I make my home in the
most dangerous city in the 
United States...

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I met a strange young gal in St. Louis
Her favorite Chinese food was chop suey
This gal got her kicks
Twirling her chopsticks
I finally said, “too much kung phooey.”

written September 26, 2021...

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ROAD TRIP


Red rocks in Sedona, Arizona
Old Faithful in Yellowstone
Arch in St. Louis, Missouri
Deadwood's graveyards full of bones

Tennessee's Grand Ol' Opry
Riding horseback at Ucross Ranch
In eighteen days, I toured fourteen states
Praise God for providing the chance


21 August 2013
for Kim Merryman's contest...

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Tis a tale of Kid Scurry.
That hailed from Missouri.
Claimed He's the fastest around.
They hired a known shootist.
Who came out of St Louis. 
Then their six guns blazed.
Though it was an even play.
Kid Scurry lies draped in a shroud.
Well, He wasn't the fastest.
Yet, needed more practice.
They buried him with his boots on.
As the crimson sun went down.

Arizona Territory, 1881....

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It was not the robe flowing beanied
kind;
nor the ball batting
St. Louis slugging
variety.

I saw the shrill-
whistling flying
mr. proud to be a bird
 red male looking for a
palomino-ed colored female kind of cardinal

come a calling not for me, 
the earth-bound tin-eared 
feather-free wingless woman
martian-looking
through a pair of Zeiss.


©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
June 21, 2012...

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In the springtime, what is that I hear?
It's an aviary call sounding like "cheer, cheer, cheer".
I use my binoculars to look up in a tree.
Through the lenses, what a delightful sight I see!
He's covered in feathers that are colored a bright red.
A very intense shade from his tail to his head.
Sights in the spring don't get any better than this.
I don't even live in or near St. Louis.
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I've heard of the Circus Of The Damned;
By all accounts the rumors are true;
The graffiti makes it seem so grande;

Filled with copper and turquoise blue 
billboards have you longing to attend;
In the French Quarter stories continue;

St. Louis boasts a fantasy alive and well;
Vampires perform in this fiendish hub,
gothic striptease mixed with a carnival;

More intense energy than any club,
blood will surely soak your ticket stub....

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The day was long 
Our eyes did cry 
As we told Bay St. Louis 
Our final good-bye. 

Katrina horribly took 
Our home away. 
The main thing is 
That our faith is here to stay. 

A year has gone by
Since that terrible day
Yet our faith, and hope
Is here to stay.

She may have taken 
All that we had
She really took nothing
For we have all our lives.

If you feel that your life 
has misery on its way 
Just remember that 
God's love is here to stay....

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Frosty the Snowman puts on his magical hat, 
dancing, falling in love 
over drifts and flakes and icicles.
We put on our magical hats of summer 
and we fell in love;
even in July, your arms thrilled me 
with the exhilarating chill of winter.
In summer, there was no snow, 
only the heat of the St. Louis sun,
thick air, heavy sweat, melting asphalt.
Christmas trees smell acrid; 
Christmas carols are like love songs.
Summertime swirls around me, always – 
and we are frozen....

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