Friday, May 12, 2023

Political Poems by Dawn Pisturino


The Pathway to Hell

by Dawn Pisturino

When you vote for poverty,

Don't be surprised

When your belly aches with hunger.

When you vote for slavery,

Be aware that you willingly put on the chains.

When you vote for lawlessness and anarchy,

Don't complain

When the violence

Comes home to YOU.

When you vote for corruption and lies,

Don't cry

When you find yourself

On the Pathway to Hell.


Some People

by Dawn Pisturino

Some people will never quit

Until they've built a structure

On every inch of empty land.

Some people will invite

Every stranger into their home

Until, eventually, those strangers

Take over and kick them out.

Some people salute the flag

Of every nation except their own.

Some people applaud the exploits

Of dictators and madmen,

Embracing slavery and chains,

Forgetting that they were once free.

Some people throw away their lives

On violence and pain,

When all they had to do

Was open up their hearts to love.

Some people crave money and fame,

Throw their friends and family under the bus,

And wonder why they die alone.

Some people are you and I

And all the rest of us.

Some people take,

Some people give.

It's an age-old story.

All poems by Dawn Pisturino.

Copyright 2023 Dawn Pisturino. All Rights Reserved.

Saturday, April 15, 2023

April Poems


April Showers

I looked into the heavens

And saw the face of God. 

He was a kindly gentleman

And not too very loud.

He wore a watch upon his vest

Which gave the time of day.

He looked at it: "The time has come,"

Was all he had to say.

And soon a gentle rainfall

Came from the April sky.

It kissed my wondering up-turned face

And poked me in the eye.

But then a very curious thing

Did happen at my feet.

A tiny flower sprouted up,

All blooming and complete.

It opened up its tiny leaves,

Embracing fast the rain,

And if I ever doubted God -

I never did again.

Published on Gobblers & Masticadores on April 8, 2023



White cherry blossoms

Spring from decrepit old trees,

Martyred souls react.



Spring! The vigor of new life soars in my veins!

I am free and alive and wonderful,

Free as the silly sparrow twittering in the tree top,

Too gaily alive.

Alive as the new-sprung fountain of youth in the riverbed,

Which knows not that it is bound by grassy banks,

But runs down the waterway in a mad race for the finish.

And wonderful as the tiny petals of a flower,

First opening up to the Father Sun

Like a virgin bride in the marriage bed.

Sun gives new life to the blood,

And blood gives new life to the body,

And the body gives new life to the soul,

Ad infinitum, ad infinitum, ad infinitum.

But every Spring plays its part as a new beginning,

And we never tire of the encore.


Robin Red-Breast

When Robin Red-Breast comes to town,

All the children dance around,

Clapping hands and stamping feet,

Happy with their little treat!


All Poems by Dawn Pisturino

Copyright 1985-2023 Dawn Pisturino. All Rights Reserved.


Friday, March 31, 2023



(Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash)


by Dawn Pisturino

Don't go into the swamp!
But we ignored them, 
For we were great explorers, 
Hunting for lost civilizations
And buried treasure
In the deepest jungles of Africa.
We plowed through the snake grass,
Climbed over rotting tree trunks,
Hung from wild grape vines,
Chattering like monkeys.
And we never considered the dangers
Lurking in our "jungle."
The old summerhouse lay hidden
Among tangled green bushes
And thorn-studded berry brambles,
Overlooking the banks of the St. Joseph River.
I pushed open the creaky door to look inside
And froze in shock at what I saw:
Slithering, crawling, scaly snakes
Formed a moving carpet on the floor,
Entwining in an intimate embrace,
Lying together in a clump of shimmering bodies,
Moving slowly and surely in the rotten shadows.
We beat a hasty retreat
And never visited our "jungle" again.
And that's why, even today,

Published in Hidden in Childhood: A Poetry Anthology, January 2023.


Dawn Pisturino is a retired nurse in Arizona whose publishing credits include poems, limericks, short stories, and articles. Her poetry has appeared in these anthologies: World Poetry Anthology, 1987; Best New Poems of 1988; Great Poems of Today, 1987; New American Poetry Anthology, 1988; National Poetry Anthology, 1988; American Poetry Anthology, 1988; Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women, 2022, and Hidden in Childhood: A Poetry Anthology, 2023. In 2007, she had her own health and wellness column in the Kingman Daily Miner and published articles in The Standard and the Bullhead City Bee. Her poems, limericks, short stories, and articles have appeared in MasticadoresUSA, MasticadoresIndia, Gobblers & Masticadores, Spillwords PressUnderneath the Juniper Tree, Brooklyn Voice, Danse Macabre du Jour, Psychic Magic Ezine, Working Writer, and others.  She has several novels in progress. She is a member of Mystery Writers of America, the Arizona Authors Association, and the Black List.

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Monday, March 20, 2023

The Listener


(Photo by Markus Spiske, Unsplash)

The Listener

by Dawn Pisturino

As a small child,
I lay in my small bed,
Listening to the mourning doves
Crying softly, "Coo-hoo! Coo-hoo!"
From the woods across the road
In the early morning light.

At night, the owls called to me --
"Who's there? Who's there?" --
A comforting lullaby that
Quieted my childish fears
And lulled me fast to sleep.

The thunder spoke to me
When the rain called my name,
Throwing his fierce lightning bolts
Across the black, menacing sky.
And when the storm passed away,
A hungry mosquito berated me,
Demanding a bloody feast.
The world is not a silent place,
Nor a place of peace.
As I grew,
The sounds of life grew louder:
Crashing metal when a truck turned over on the icy road.
My mother screaming,
My father shouting,
Then silence. . . when the unknown driver breathed no more.

Published in Hidden in Childhood: A Poetry Anthology (2023), a #1 Amazon bestseller.

Friday, February 17, 2023

Sunday, January 1, 2023

"Nature's Child" in 2023 Arizona Literary Magazine


I'm proud and happy to announce that my poem, Nature's Child, has been published in the 2023 Arizona Literary Magazine. The poem won Honorable Mention in the Arizona Authors Association 2022 Literary Contest.

Nature's Child

by Dawn Pisturino

She overflowed with poetry and music and laughter,

Spilling the boundaries of her life

With delicious rivulets of innocence and joy.

She danced -- naked! -- in the pure white light of a waxing moon

On a soft, sultry night at the Summer Solstice

And sang to the icicle stars in the middle of winter.

Her nakedness gleamed in moonlight and candle-light,

Sunlight and lamplight,

But she feared not the shadows or the darkness of night.

They called her witch, priestess, sorceress of the Devil.

She laughed at their ignorance --

These holy men of the Church --

And covered her nakedness with rose petals and fern.

Green ivy adorned her wavy red hair -- 

Long strands of vine cut from ancient oak --

And, in time, she began to resemble the earth itself.

Green moss sprouted between her virgin legs

And beneath her hollow armpits.

Her toenails twisted and curled at the ends of her feet

Like earthbound roots sunk deep into the soil.

Her arms opened wide beneath the golden sun,

Offering prayers and sacrifice to the deity of Life.

She gathered all the richness of sun and rain,

Exulting in the wild green world of her existence.

She withered with the passing years,

As her limbs grew gnarled and bare,

And the birds no longer nested in her hair,

Until hunters from the village

Found her standing on the banks of a gushing stream

And bowed down to worship Nature's Child.

May 31, 2022

Friday, December 23, 2022

Christmas Poems by Christina Rossetti


Christmas Eve

Christmas hath a darkness

     Brighter than the blazing noon,

Christmas hath a chillness

     Warmer than the heat of June,

Christmas hath a beauty

     Lovelier than the world can show:

For Christmas bringeth Jesus,

     Brought for us so low.

Earth, strike up your music,

     Birds that sing and bells that ring;

Heaven hath answering music

     For all Angels soon to sing:

Earth, put on your whitest

     Bridal robe of spotless snow:

For Christmas bringeth Jesus,

     Brought for us so low.

~Christina Rossetti~


A Christmas Carol

(Set to music as "In the Bleak Mid-winter)

In the bleak mid-winter

     Frosty wind made moan,

Earth stood hard as iron,

     Water like a stone;

Snow had fallen, snow on snow,

     Snow on snow,

In the bleak mid-winter

     Long ago.

Our God, heaven cannot hold Him

     Nor earth sustain;

Heaven and earth shall flee away

     When He comes to reign:

In the bleak mid-winter

     A stable-place sufficed

The Lord God Almighty

     Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him, whom cherubim

     Worship night and day,

A breastful of milk

     And a mangerful of hay;

Enough for Him, whom angels

     Fall down before,

The ox and ass and camel

     Which adore.

Angels and archangels

     May have gathered there,

Cherubim and seraphim

     Thronged the air;

But only His mother

     In her maiden bliss

Worshipped the Beloved

     With a kiss.

What can I give Him,

     Poor as I am?

If I were a shepherd

     I would bring a lamb,

If I were a Wise Man

     I would do my part,--

Yet what can I give Him,

     Give my heart.

~Christina Rossetti~

BIO:  Christina Rossetti (1830-1894) came from a family of talented poets, writers, and painters. Her father, Gabriele Rossetti, emigrated to England as a poet and political exile from Vasto, Abruzzo, Italy. Her mother, Frances Polidori, was the sister of the notorious Lord Byron physician, John William Polidori. Her brother was the renowned poet and painter, Dante Gabriel Rossetti. Christina often posed for her brother's paintings and became a popular poetess in her own right. In popularity, she became the successor of Elizabeth Barrett Browning after the famous poetess died in 1861. Christina published her first collection of poems in 1862, Goblin Market and Other Poems, which remains popular even today. Two of her poems were set to music: A Christmas Carol and Love Came Down at Christmas. She is buried in London's Highgate Cemetery.