"woodrow" poems - Hello Poetry

in memoriam Woodrow (Woody) Rifenburgh The soft purr of a Piper Cub drifted over Italy's southern hills. Soul stirred by the landscape’s song, the young army pilot gently spoke. “It’s mighty peaceful up here.” Touching wheels to the tarmac, Woody shed his flight suit for an engineer’s desk and placed a viola beneath his chin. For three score years Woody molded horsehair and wire into string song steadying the orchestra’s midriff with the vibrations of his spirit. On Christmas Eve he played for the coming child, fell stricken and flew his last flight on instruments at Memorial. Early New Year’s morn one could almost hear the faint soft purr of a Piper Cub as it banked to the right around the moon and merged with the waiting heavens.

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Apr 26, 2016

Apr 26, 2016 at 9:37 AM UTC

robert-c-howard

Soul Flight

in memoriam Woodrow (Woody) Rifenburgh The soft purr of a Piper Cub drifted over Italy's southern hills. Soul stirred by the landscape’s song, the young army pilot gently spoke. “It’s mighty peaceful up here.” Touching wheels to the tarmac, Woody shed his flight suit for an engineer’s desk and placed a viola beneath his chin. For three score years Woody molded horsehair and wire into string song steadying the orchestra’s midriff with the vibrations of his spirit. On Christmas Eve he played for the coming child, fell stricken and flew his last flight on instruments at Memorial. Early New Year’s morn one could almost hear the faint soft purr of a Piper Cub as it banked to the right around the moon and merged with the waiting heavens.

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Let’s start with a reminder: President Harding, President Woodrow Wilson, President McKinley, President Calvin Coolidge & President Harry S. Truman-- Harry giving them hell in my lifetime, In my time— An ever so proximate reminder-- These were all Presidents of the U.S. of A. Also, KKK Members. Warren G. Harding, for Christ’s sake, Was actually sworn into the Ku Klux **** At a **** ceremony Astonishingly conducted, Inside the White House, Presided over by Wizard Imperial of the Day, The Honorable Colonel Simmons. And I may as well throw in Justice Hugo of the Supreme Court Hugo Black in white robes, While we’re on the subject of cultural memory, To wit: the one Branch where Fairness Is supposed to go with the territory. You want to talk about race? Hey, don’t get me started.

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Jun 4, 2014

Jun 4, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC

giuseppi-martino-buonaiuto

“Let’s Talk About Race”

Let’s start with a reminder: President Harding, President Woodrow Wilson, President McKinley, President Calvin Coolidge & President Harry S. Truman-- Harry giving them hell in my lifetime, In my time— An ever so proximate reminder-- These were all Presidents of the U.S. of A. Also, KKK Members. Warren G. Harding, for Christ’s sake, Was actually sworn into the Ku Klux **** At a **** ceremony Astonishingly conducted, Inside the White House, Presided over by Wizard Imperial of the Day, The Honorable Colonel Simmons. And I may as well throw in Justice Hugo of the Supreme Court Hugo Black in white robes, While we’re on the subject of cultural memory, To wit: the one Branch where Fairness Is supposed to go with the territory. You want to talk about race? Hey, don’t get me started.

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Perched on the plank seat of the old wagon the dusty man gently jiggles the reins of his reliable old steeds, they as resolved as he to reach Archer City to get booked up. Larry was there with his white hair whittling his latest creation, an overweight manuscript sure to cause a sensation no matter its heft. They sat together talking til the fireflies flew, shared stories of books loves, and good bass hooks, reaching down to fetch a fresh brew when they got parched which was frequent as they spoke at length of men like Woodrow and Gus, how they cussed, poked, and stretched yarn after yarn. Larry’s gone to the barn but the guy who pulled up in that old wagon still is reading and yet yearns to revisit Texas lakes to fish bass, visit the local café, and eat a passel of pancakes or a big, tasty chicken fried steak.

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Jun 18, 2022

Jun 18, 2022 at 1:31 AM UTC

glenn-currier

Man on the Wagon

Perched on the plank seat of the old wagon the dusty man gently jiggles the reins of his reliable old steeds, they as resolved as he to reach Archer City to get booked up. Larry was there with his white hair whittling his latest creation, an overweight manuscript sure to cause a sensation no matter its heft. They sat together talking til the fireflies flew, shared stories of books loves, and good bass hooks, reaching down to fetch a fresh brew when they got parched which was frequent as they spoke at length of men like Woodrow and Gus, how they cussed, poked, and stretched yarn after yarn. Larry’s gone to the barn but the guy who pulled up in that old wagon still is reading and yet yearns to revisit Texas lakes to fish bass, visit the local café, and eat a passel of pancakes or a big, tasty chicken fried steak.

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Morals are learned from the person that means the most to you in your life She taught me how to live regardLESS of what others thought she taught me how to be one of the others and let people live how they want to REGARDless of what I think. she taught me to shoot for my dreams no matter how big or small. Be outspoken but not too. be nice and sometimes too much. cherish every moment no matter how sad. keep calm and cook on. she taught me how to do something for someone that someone mostly being her. She taught me to take people in as if they were my own. Care for them feed them house them. she taught me to search and find remarkable people. She is remarkable. She cares for the earth and the continuation of the human race more than any mother or father loves their child. She's getting up there in the ages. old as the dust bowl old as Woodrow Wilson through Barack Obama old as the true spirit of Council Grove She started Council Grove as far as I'm concerned. She can and will live as long as I am alive. I will continue my life for her. I will stop being mean for her I will never attempt to allow the world to end for her. She did it for not only me, but her son her daughters her grandsons and granddaughters her family that isnt of the same blood and even for you, The clueless reader. Let me break it down for you so you know what I say is true Helen Judd made a ******* difference. How about you?

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Feb 17, 2013

Feb 17, 2013 at 8:57 PM UTC

alex-paul

How you changed me

Morals are learned from the person that means the most to you in your life She taught me how to live regardLESS of what others thought she taught me how to be one of the others and let people live how they want to REGARDless of what I think. she taught me to shoot for my dreams no matter how big or small. Be outspoken but not too. be nice and sometimes too much. cherish every moment no matter how sad. keep calm and cook on. she taught me how to do something for someone that someone mostly being her. She taught me to take people in as if they were my own. Care for them feed them house them. she taught me to search and find remarkable people. She is remarkable. She cares for the earth and the continuation of the human race more than any mother or father loves their child. She's getting up there in the ages. old as the dust bowl old as Woodrow Wilson through Barack Obama old as the true spirit of Council Grove She started Council Grove as far as I'm concerned. She can and will live as long as I am alive. I will continue my life for her. I will stop being mean for her I will never attempt to allow the world to end for her. She did it for not only me, but her son her daughters her grandsons and granddaughters her family that isnt of the same blood and even for you, The clueless reader. Let me break it down for you so you know what I say is true Helen Judd made a ******* difference. How about you?

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The bass was here. I remember late nights, phone pressed against my cheek. Your whispers lit my soul and I awoke. I saw myself in your smile, heard my voice in your heartbeat— but found the strength on my own. I needed to believe you. You liked being needed. But here I am, digging up flowers amidst headstones— I couldn’t let this rest. But there you are, a wandering tourist just looking for a home. And I, a speed bump. You tripped— while trying to catch the Sun. I’m sorry my attractions weren’t worth capturing. You were too scared to use the camera slung around your neck— what if you dropped it? Well, it broke anyway. I gave you too long to be honest & overstayed my welcome. The bass was here. We live in different worlds, but found each other in our past. You liked Woodrow Wilson, I should have known it wouldn’t work out. I found myself in poetry you taught me that. Couldn’t you see I was new at this? You didn’t want to repeat history— you never gave me a chance. Time tables turned— turn tables over time. You twisted your essence to fit my definition— you loved how this felt. To finally be on the other side. The bass was here. Your lies became the music I danced to, alone in my room I loved how we sounded together. But I never listened to the lyrics space, time, less. The bass was here. I didn’t mean to make you leave. The base was here. You were here. Word is bond, but your words left me bonded. Blinded. Like my horoscope— I used to believe in you. [Hi(s]tory) changed when the planets aligned and she became i l l u m i n a t e d. His home. History still repeats for me. Distance played a part in this equation— you never let yourself get close. But you got close enough to save me. The bass was is here. It just sounds different now.

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Feb 1, 2013

Feb 1, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC

megan-8

Basslines III (Timing)

The bass was here. I remember late nights, phone pressed against my cheek. Your whispers lit my soul and I awoke. I saw myself in your smile, heard my voice in your heartbeat— but found the strength on my own. I needed to believe you. You liked being needed. But here I am, digging up flowers amidst headstones— I couldn’t let this rest. But there you are, a wandering tourist just looking for a home. And I, a speed bump. You tripped— while trying to catch the Sun. I’m sorry my attractions weren’t worth capturing. You were too scared to use the camera slung around your neck— what if you dropped it? Well, it broke anyway. I gave you too long to be honest & overstayed my welcome. The bass was here. We live in different worlds, but found each other in our past. You liked Woodrow Wilson, I should have known it wouldn’t work out. I found myself in poetry you taught me that. Couldn’t you see I was new at this? You didn’t want to repeat history— you never gave me a chance. Time tables turned— turn tables over time. You twisted your essence to fit my definition— you loved how this felt. To finally be on the other side. The bass was here. Your lies became the music I danced to, alone in my room I loved how we sounded together. But I never listened to the lyrics space, time, less. The bass was here. I didn’t mean to make you leave. The base was here. You were here. Word is bond, but your words left me bonded. Blinded. Like my horoscope— I used to believe in you. [Hi(s]tory) changed when the planets aligned and she became i l l u m i n a t e d. His home. History still repeats for me. Distance played a part in this equation— you never let yourself get close. But you got close enough to save me. The bass was is here. It just sounds different now.

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A penny for your thoughts, A nickel if you're fickle, A dime and you're mine, A quarter for the century, A dollar makes you holler, Five to keep it alive, Mr. Hamilton wants attention, Mr. Jackson is very sore, Mr. Benjamin will ease the tension, ... and maybe some more A Mr. McKinley to keep it clean, Grover Cleveland may make it messy, But President Madison has arrived, I don't mean to Chase you away, but Woodrow Wilson will do just fine.

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Nov 14, 2016

Nov 14, 2016 at 7:53 AM UTC

shawnkd

Is Always on My Mind

A penny for your thoughts, A nickel if you're fickle, A dime and you're mine, A quarter for the century, A dollar makes you holler, Five to keep it alive, Mr. Hamilton wants attention, Mr. Jackson is very sore, Mr. Benjamin will ease the tension, ... and maybe some more A Mr. McKinley to keep it clean, Grover Cleveland may make it messy, But President Madison has arrived, I don't mean to Chase you away, but Woodrow Wilson will do just fine.

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Transfixing mushrooms wide into soil where it spreads like jelly congealed of teary elephant trunks, where upon raves of reviewing waves widened with staves of sonic craze, like spores into you, like you! Across Africa, truly truly – not one country. All through chutneys, it is poetry and Aphrodite’s ivories where blood drowns in Lake Loch’s scabs of **** of Ella’s contrast back into square dancing acts and somehow, somehow – esta no es mi lengua why did you ever come out? Crumbling inwards as in space, individual supernovae, quite a chase I do hope Woodrow dies a boy.

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Sep 27, 2018

Sep 27, 2018 at 9:57 AM UTC

elyon

Colonia

Transfixing mushrooms wide into soil where it spreads like jelly congealed of teary elephant trunks, where upon raves of reviewing waves widened with staves of sonic craze, like spores into you, like you! Across Africa, truly truly – not one country. All through chutneys, it is poetry and Aphrodite’s ivories where blood drowns in Lake Loch’s scabs of **** of Ella’s contrast back into square dancing acts and somehow, somehow – esta no es mi lengua why did you ever come out? Crumbling inwards as in space, individual supernovae, quite a chase I do hope Woodrow dies a boy.

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