Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Ashes




Graphic by Rebekah Joy Plett

Limerick by Dawn Pisturino


Ashes

A man with a hairy mustache,
Tried to smoke and was turned into ash.
His body was gone, but his ghost lingered on
To sweep himself up for the trash.

July 12, 2011

Published in the September 2011 issue of

Copyright 2011-2017 Dawn Pisturino. All Rights Reserved.

Thursday, October 19, 2017

The Cannibal and his Dog




Graphics by Rebekah Joy Plett
Limerick by Dawn Pisturino


The Cannibal and his Dog

A cannibal walking his dog,
Got hungry and sat on a log.
"I'll start with the spleen.
This dog is too lean.
I shouldn't have taught him to jog!"

July 19, 2011

Published July 31, 2011 in the Underneath the Juniper Tree
Sunday Poetry category

Copyright 2011-2017 Dawn Pisturino. All Rights Reserved.


Thursday, October 12, 2017

The Old Man from Brazil


    Graphic by Rebekah Plett
            
                Limerick by Dawn Pisturino          
    
The Old Man from Brazil
       There was an old man from Brazil
       Who ate 'til he made himself ill.
        "It's always a treat to eat mangled meat.
      I relish the taste of road kill!"
July 14, 2011
Published July 16, 2011 on the
Published in the August 2011 issue of Underneath the Juniper Tree.
The Old Man from Brazil I
There was an old man from Brazil
Who ate 'til he made himself ill.
He gave up the ghost, said good-bye to his host,
And flew home to his house on the hill.
July 7, 2011
 Copyright 2011-2017 Dawn Pisturino. All Rights Reserved.

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

The Man in Galloway Bay



Graphic by Rebekah Plett
Limericks by Dawn Pisturino


The Man in Galloway Bay

A man lost in Galloway Bay,
Cried out in a very loud bray,
"Please come rescue me, hungry sharks can't agree,
Am I breakfast or dinner entree?"

July 11, 2011

Published on Underneath the Juniper Tree website, July 12, 2011


The Man in Galloway Bay II

A man lost in Galloway Bay,
Cried out in a very loud bray,
"I'm lost in the sea, someone please rescue me!
The fishermen think I'm filet!"

July 11, 2011


The Man in Galloway Bay I

A man lost in Galloway Bay,
Cried out in a very loud bray,
"I'm lost in the sea, someone please rescue me!
I've been swimming for more than a day!"

July 7, 2011


Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Legacy




by Dawn Pisturino

 
                                                                       
For My Grandmother
 
A handful of trinkets.
All that remains of a life which spanned for sixty years
Through childbirth labor and marital pain,
Poverty and hunger and religious faith.
Everything you touched and cherished and dreamed,
Lost forever to mildew and decay,
And the least which survives --
Just a tiny fragment of yesterday.
The old home place no longer stands:
Its groaning walls were bulldozed to the ground;
And the Dutiful Daughter who stayed by your side
Rots away in a back ward dungeon.
How you would writhe and torment in your grave,
Realizing the legacy you left behind
Is nothing more than ashes and dust;
As dead as yourself; and mourned as much.
 
October 4, 1987
 
Won Honorable Mention in World of Poetry's New Golden Poetry Contest. Published in the New American Poetry Anthology, 1988. Won Golden Poet Award for 1988 from World of Poetry.
 
Copyright 1987-2017 Dawn Pisturino. All Rights Reserved.


Monday, July 3, 2017

America's Poet -- Walt Whitman



 
 
Selections from Leaves of Grass
 
by Walt Whitman
 
I Hear America Singing
 
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing
       on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning,
       or at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl
       sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day -- at night the party of young fellows,
       robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.
1860/1867
 
For You, O Democracy
 
Come, I will make the continent indissoluble,
I will make the most splendid race the sun ever shone upon,
I will make divine magnetic lands,
       With the love of comrades,
         With the life-long love of comrades.
 
I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of
       America, and along the shores of the great lakes, and all over
       the prairies,
I will make inseparable cities with their arms about each other's necks,
       By the love of comrades,
         By the manly love of comrades,
For you these from me, O Democracy, to serve you ma femme!
For you, for you I am trilling these songs.
1860/1881
 
Long, Too Long America
 
Long, too long America,
Traveling roads all even and peaceful you learn'd from joys and prosperity only,
But now, ah now, to learn from crises of anguish, advancing, grappling with direst fate and recoiling
       not,
And now to conceive and show to the world what your children en masse really are,
(For who except myself has yet conceiv'd what your children en masse really are?)
1865/1881
 
America
 
Centre of equal daughters, equal sons,
All, all alike endear'd, grown, ungrown, young or old,
Strong, ample, fair, enduring, capable, rich,
Perennial with the Earth, with Freedom, Law, and Love,
A grand, sane, towering, seated Mother,
Chair'd in the adamant of Time.
1888/1888-9
 
One Song, America, Before I Go
 
One song, America, before I go,
I'd sing, o'er all the rest, with trumpet sound,
For thee -- the Future.
 
I'd sow a seed for thee of endless Nationality;
I'd fashion thy Ensemble, including Body and Soul;
I'd show, away ahead, the real Union, and how it may be accomplish'd.
 
(The paths to the House I seek to make,
But leave to those to come, the House itself.)
 
Belief I sing -- and Preparation;
As Life and Nature are not great with reference to the Present only,
But greater still from what is to come,
Out of that formula for Thee I sing.
1872
 
BIO: Walt Whitman (1819-1892) worked as a printer, newspaper editor, and school teacher. He published the first edition of Leaves of Grass in 1855 at his own expense. During the Civil War, he nursed wounded and dying soldiers in military hospitals. He is best known for his observations about 19th century American life and the Civil War -- and his poems dedicated to President Abraham Lincoln. 
 



Thursday, May 18, 2017

The Queen of Hearts

 


 
The Queen of Hearts made cherry tarts
On Cupid's Special Day.
The Knave of Hearts threw out those tarts
And stole the Queen away.

 
His bow was strong, his arrows sharp,
He drew with deadly force.
His missile pierced the tender heart,
Killing her, of course.
 
With hungry zeal, he yanked the heart

From Queenie's bloody chest
And feasted on her royal blood,
Rating it the best!
 
Dawn Pisturino
December 16, 2011
 
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