"buckeye" poems
We are, THE Ohio State Buckeyes
*Those Oregon ducks look flashy
With pretty feathers made for flight
But The Ohio State Buckeyes
We will clip their wings tonight
Our Buckeye team beat Bama
They were ranked at number one
Now we get to go Duck hunting
With Cardale and his shotgun
The Ducks they did look good
Lets give credit where credit's due
They beat undefeated Florida State
So they deserve to be there too
With Ezekiel Elliott making runs
And Urban Meyer making calls
A quarterback known as twelve guage
The Buckeyes will win it all
So now we get to go duck hunting
And as a team we hunt as one
We are the Buckeye Nation
And Duck Season has begun*
**We Are
THE Ohio State Buckeyes**
Game score
FINAL
OHIO STATE 42 Oregon 20
The Ohio State Buckeyes are College Footballs First Playoff National Champions
Poem by:
Carl Joseph Roberts
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 5:30 AM UTC
There’s a bird perched on a tree high above me
He’s singing,
Singing is what he does best.
As he’s singing, I try to sing along
And I’m waiting for affirmation
I’m wanting to know
If I’m singing this song right,
Or if I’m singing it wrong.
It’s his song, not mine
& he’ll sing it all he wants to.
The bird has taken off, and I’m chasing him,
I am running so fast and so far
I’ve finally found him.
He was tired of the buckeye tree
So he perched himself on a Cactus.
I asked him, “What’s so special about a cactus?
Come back to the Buckeye Tree!”
But the bird just started singing his song again.
So I sing with him.
Now I have a new song that I want to show him.
I want him to sing my song with me.
So I started singing it,
But he’s not singing along,
Just his own song.
The seasons have just changed.
His feet are sore from that thorny Cactus
& he’s about to take flight again.
Maybe now he’ll want the buckeye tree
So he’ll be at home with me.
There he goes, he’s flying away!
So I’m running as fast as I can
I’m trying to catch up
But this isn’t the way
This is isn’t the way I remember,
The way to the Buckeye tree.
The bird is perched on a Palm tree.
I am tired, weary, and out of breath.
“A Palm tree! Why a Palm tree?
You are a Cardinal!
What did you fly away for anyway?
Come back to the Buckeye tree!
Be at home with me.”
But no.
The bird just began singing his song.
I am done trying to sing along.
It’s his song, not mine.
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 10:06 PM UTC
The Ohio State Buckeyes
National Champions
*THE Ohio State Buckeyes
National Champions of the land
They said we could not beat the ducks
But we proved them wrong again
First playoff champion to be crowned
The Urban legand had a plan
He would stuff the ducks with poison nuts
Then tar and feather them
The ducks they did put up a fight
And a salute we give to them
It took the Buckeye strength and speed
To finally brake them in the end
So let us all now stand in honor
And let it be known throughout the land
The Ohio State Buckeyes
Undisputed
National
Champions
The Ohio State Buckeyes
National Champions January 12, 2015*
Final
Ohio State 42 - Oregon 20
Poem by: Buckeye Carl Joseph Roberts
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC
buckeye flour,
almonds,
acorns,
tree-bark,
cacao,
wine
your only criticism is that i split infinitives and spit bitters.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
You my friend love to run more than anyone I know
You run so fast your body has to catch up and when it can't it slows you down pulling a hamstring
Then the other
And then your left one again
You had bruises for months trailing up and down your legs-your battle wounds
Weeks upon weeks of stretching
Icing massaging caring bracing eating
Trying so hard to sooth the pain
So bad it hurt to sit
Slowly but surely your legs came back
A tedious process of long nights and good mornings
One day you were new again
In the sweltering heat you taught your legs what it felt like to run
And they loved it
The months flew by chasing you down
You were unstoppable getting first and second a states in the winter
Things were looking up and you started to get anxious about college who would choose you?
But in the end, you chose them
You are an official member of OSU
Proud to be a buckeye
Outdoor season started and you are oh so careful
Spending an hour every day before practice to warm up slowly to not repeat last year's trial
Hours spent after practice to ice and stretch hoping that this horrendous day would ever come again
Today I watched you
I was sprinting on the field while you were meticulously counting and calculating your speed and steps by doing drills
Our brothers strides by-racing each other in the 600
You strode along their side-beating them all when you started to limp
Your eyes turned glossy
Your face crumpled in despair
I to you asking if you were ok
You looked at me like a deer in headlights
To scared to tell me-hoping that the devil couldn't possibly come back to haunt you
Your eyes told me everything
Two pops and a pull
Bad
Very bad
But it's your right leg- your good leg
Impossible
The emotions hit you like you were on a bumpy roller coaster
Frustration
Angst
Anger
Sadness
Frustration
Anger
What did you do wrong?
What variables didn't add up?
Why you?
Why?
I wanted so badly to comfort you
To hug you
But it would put you in so much pain
Who knew that a hug could do so much harm?
I helped you to the trainer
Every step was another test and another reminder
Why can something you love so much it hurts you?
Why should someone so good feel the pain of a pulled muscle?
Why?
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
**THE
Ohio State Buckeyes**
* THE Ohio State Buckeyes
The best team in the land
We must fight the Clemson tigers
And prove our strength again
Those Tigers they are very fast
But we do not fear their roar
The Urban legend comes to town
He's been know to run up the score
THE Ohio State Buckeyes
The best team in the land
We will win the national title
Over the Crimson Tide again
A Buckeye Nation standing strong
And Known the world around
Forever loyal to our team
Who never let's us down
We are,
THE Ohio State Buckeyes*
Poem by: Carl Joseph Roberts (Joe)
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC
Update: Update, Update,
Attention Non Believers,
I simply refer everyone to the poem from last week called THE Ohio State Buckeyes. I will now take your apologies in the comment section please..lol. DON'T ALL LINE UP AT ONCE.
THE Ohio State Buckeyes
THE Ohio State Buckeyes
We will roll the tide
We will sing our victory song to you
It will happen New Years night
THE Ohio State Buckeyes
Our team at number four
We now take on number one
Then we'll show them to the door
THE Ohio State Buckeyes
Champions of the north
The Big Ten best above the rest
There's no discussion anymore
THE Ohio State Buckeyes
We will wear the crown once more
The Bama team should be afraid
The Urban Legand'so at the door
We Are
THE Ohio State Buckeyes
Poem by: Carl Joseph Roberts
O.H.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 8:02 AM UTC
Well crap, game is over and they beat us.
I write these words with sadness as Michigan State wins the game fair and square, no tricks, no bad calls just man on man beat us.
___________________________________________________
My Team, My Dream, My Buckeyes
The Ohio State Buckeyes
Each year their games I view
My team still undefeated
And ranked at number two
We now must play a team up north
But not the maize and blue
We beat that rival of our school
Now we'll beat the green ones too
With the game this week that we must play
We know one team must fall
With Buckeye Pride and heads held high
We will sing our victory song
The champion who will win this game
Will wear the Big Ten crown
They will give to them a trophy
And a parade for all in town
Then one more game that we must play
To be the number one of all
As college football champions
We will raise that Chrystal Ball
Go Bucks.... O. H. __. __.
THE Ohio State University
Carl Joseph Roberts
December 2013
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 8:51 PM UTC
dancing in the kitchen
in pajamas
Jazz on while
the third downpour before
the end of the year
strips the buckeye of all its yellowed leaves
As
a well watered body
worked with the waves
and the strange freshness
of just a little water up the nose
throwing your hair
when tea sounds like the best idea during a storm
And finding your favorite cup in front after opening the cupboards
As
planetary bounty saying
“It’s your turn”
It’s when
all the kings unite
and rejoice for poppies in full bloom
Innocent, and dangerous
Oui, je m’aime
Oui, moi même,
en fait…
Jan 5, 2022
Jan 5, 2022 at 8:56 PM UTC
She was an old Mid-western woman.
She was a distinct type.
A stock-staple character,
Sort of half Beverly Hillbillies Granny,
Throw in a skosh Betty White,
Mixed in with a lot of that old lady
In Driving Miss Daisy.
Southern Indiana:
The Confederacy’s best kept secret.
But I digress.
She was my neighbor in Buckeye, Arizona,
A quaint agrarian township, way out
At the west end of Maricopa County, which is
An hour from the Phoenix airport, the so-called
Sky Harbor International Airport,
Which surely must be near the list’s top:
All-time most pretentious,
Hyperbolic Chamber of Commerce,
Municipal Boosterisms.
Wikipedia English - The Free Encyclopedia
Boosterism: the act of "boosting" (or promoting) a town, city, or organization, with the goal of improving public perception of it. Boosting can be as simple as "talking up" the entity at a party or as elaborate as establishing a visitors' bureau. It has been somewhat associated with American small towns. Boosting is also done in political settings, especially in regard to disputed policies or controversial events.
So, without thinking,
Walking down the driveway
To pick up the morning paper,
I let it slip:
“How are you?”
She’s leaning over the hedge,
As I bend down,
Picking up the local Pravda.
35 minutes later she sums up:
“I had to go to the doctor last night.
Gave me some cream for my pud.”
A twinkle in her eye—
She, my lascivious,
Old lady neighbor
In Buckeye, Arizona.
She had that sweet Mid-western thing
Working for her, her regional mojo.
And I’m right there on her wavelength:
The apple not falling far from my tree,
Or something like that . . .
I am losing my train of thought, here.
Last poem of the day, I guess.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
What miserable circumstances these are I must say,
All seriousness awaits every young mind,
Dust turns to dirt,
And thy dirt turns to slime!!!
Lying in the state of orient,
Thine place of buckeye hatched Nazi's!!!
Thine place where flies stay nutritious,
And gamblers turn to yahzee!!!
Turnaround,
For pickaways thy decadent view,
Just as Shawshank there's no escape,
Just white t-shirts ,
Straps replace laces and mindrapists of me and you!!!
Such colorful words used in a slander!!!
Falcons to replace birds,
Snake's here to smell out every tasteful salamander!!
No dancers,
No lovers,
No swings,
No palliation!!!
No invitations to weddings,
No wedded rings!!!!
Constitutional rights,
Forgeteth them thou reader of ohian laws,
Thy bloodcells extend,
Muscles bend to flex thy own callibur to thine jaw!!!!
Miracles of dark and lighted angels appear in sequences,
No recommendations,
Just case workers to fill bus help stations!!!
Proverbs to psalms will open to eyes that have not yet seen,
Where pearlied gates are out on display,
No movie theaters,
No freak like scenes!!!
All reality, no aura in the Catacomb of unknown kilter!!!
Pacification leads me successfully with a peace of minds own capture,
Prevailing to Sentiment,
To Amour ever after!!!!!
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 7:31 PM UTC
Freedom to learn
A rewarding career that will help one to earn
Opportunities to explore
Given rights that no one should ignore
Academics focusing on one’s Civil Rights
The constitution of liberties that would excite
The whole concept is for nationalities of varying creeds that we all should unite
Lectures in one being that individual person
Theories having no specific conditions
Civil Rights College
A devoted Ed for short
Stimulate one’s mind with no abort
Civil Rights being a wake up from the norm
An educated advocate being an intellectual alumni
The order of the day of continued respect being the buckeye
Respect being the code with no question of why
Civil Rights College being an honest education
Not a Political vibe of one’s indication
Civil Rights College, a multitude of voices being with an educated right
The theory behind Civil Rights College encouraging the world not to be uptight
The motto of Civil Rights College, “Take charge of your career and let knowledge help you to preserver”.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
in Ohio, Mother
hung our laundry humming,
clothespins in her mouth
in Texas, she made my father
buy a dryer after angry wet sheets whopped her face
more than one blustery afternoon
scarcely a score before
Panhandle winds were often roiling clouds,
black as charcoal, laying waste to everything
that grew and breathed
old men at the feed store talked
about the dusters from back then
and about every drop of rain,
every white flake that fell
I missed going barefoot
and fast learned to hate goat heads,
and all thorny things that thrived
in that flat land
Mother despised the hot winds almost as much
as the cool stares she got from the church women
whenever she opened her mouth, revealing
she wasn't one of them
Mother ended words
with “ing,” the extra consonant considered
superfluous at best, blasphemous
to some
men and women both
sounded to me like they had grist
from the silos in their mouths
my father had lived there
as a boy, swore he would never return
the dreaded dust still clinging to his clothes
when he left for the war
oil money brought him back
but only long enough for his skull
to be cracked dead by hard pipe
his insurance settlement
bought us a place in the Buckeye State
as quick as the lid flapped shut
on our mailbox
Mother wept little
until our first night back
in Ohio, when a blizzard knocked out
the lights, and our two candles burned flat
in the cold
my uncle brought bread, butter
and warm soup, which we ate in the gloom
while Mother told my father's favorite brother
how much we loved the Texas sun
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
I'd love to take a boxcar to Chattanooga ..
Life in Macon is a cold , wicked , selfish game of accrual ..
A village of lust for paper tokens , pressed coin and ***** diesel engines .. If I could get to carefree Tennessee the millionaires would call on me ,
the Governor would seek my favor , good mountain people would call me their neighbor !
O' to be in Cincinnati by summer ! The queen of the Buckeye state by the banks of the Ohio .. This town is for lovers and artisans , a city of dreamers and poets unlike greedy , frosted Chattanooga with it's earthly ******* and mean spirited city folk ...
My return to southern charm ..I pray to be in Macon by the light of the Moon ..By the fragrant Magnolia ! These yankees have no time for a man of my good quality and distinction , busy with their daily toil and cold hearted drudgery .. I long for the shade tree , the sunny scape and a feather bed to lay my weary head ...
When the afternoon freight car bound for Atlanta leaves the Macon station I should hitch a ride to a more hospitable location ...
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 1:12 PM UTC
somewhere in momma's apron
for apple pie made out of ritz crackers
no apples
seen but tasty
In Daddy's calm
and North Mid- west accent
that make
an Akron born
transplanted seed
down south , in Alabama
so at
home here
ask whenever
someone asks me, where
i came
from , I
say, a little bit
of Vincennes some strong
Buckeye
who back
then reached
into momma's apron
pulled out
my recipe
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 1:08 AM UTC
a sunset here
now line-dance mere
last boots of star
well kick the sky
still co-exist in boudoir
wholly flatter the soul so nigh,
why a pearl sensation
set afire her mensuration
whether will wist legate
or a motley orb's date!
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 7:09 PM UTC
Where Ever U Go...
...Oh The Places U Will Go!!
Whatever U Do...
...Oh The Things U Will Do!!
As U begin this journey new
A poem I have penned 4...
Loup
Lupo
Lobo
Wolf
Ma’ iingan
...U
The voice
The very powerful voice
Rises deep within the aesculus
Creates a fullness, a resonance
Shaking the buckeye
And opening the 3rd Eye
Light afoot...
...through a dreamlike state
U glide through the underbrush
Time being taken, no rush
U stop and raise your voice
For in this matter U have no choice
Whether a Growl
Whether a Howl
Your powerful voice...
...is the release of your soul
Your song rises high
Streaming across the sky
Your own hOwlPERA
Or so U thought!!!
Because in this instance
From far off in the distance
Came that familiar, comforting call
That brings warmth with each snowfall
Touching your well trained ear
U know there is nothing to fear
A calm passes over U...
...for U know
That this message is true
And meant specifically for U
"Please Remember...
...I'LL ALWAYS Be There 4 U"
(c) 2017 Shawn White Eagle
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC
Jesus And Dogs
As we go through life and
Just live the life we are living
There’s one thing we know
Jesus and dogs are always forgiving
When people give up on you as they
Become inpatient, it can be so frustrating
But again here we are knowing
Jesus and dogs will always be waiting
Love can be so hard to find and yet
Love can be such an easy thing to lose
But you can never go wrong with love
If Jesus and dogs are what you choose
I’m not an expert on anything really so
Maybe I shouldn’t be giving advice to you
But if you investigate I’m sure you’ll find
What I say of Jesus and dogs to be true
You won’t find it in magazines or catalogues
Nor will you get it from cats, frogs or hogs
You might as well just have a pile of logs
True love only comes from Jesus and dogs
Written By: Charles Kean
Copyright 10/11/2019
All rights reserved
P.S. Jesus gives his true love with gifts
Wives,husbands, family,friends,and especially
Dogs. This poem is dedicated to the dogs in
My life. Prince,Freely,Harley,Doby and Buckeye.
How could you not believe in Jesus
Getting unconditional love from my Buckeye.
Jan 24, 2020
Jan 24, 2020 at 3:02 PM UTC