Better than what's been bought
The sunset with no cost
Lies its last golden beam of illuminating light
On the sandy shoreline
As twilight hues ripple in the breaking waves
Playing a melocholy song into the night
On a recent trip I was gone
but not for long
to Eastern Oregon
where I saw my first chukar
(a partridge-like bird pronounced 'chucker')
which in time
compelled me to analyse
and revise
an old and pleasant pheasant rhyme
give it the feathery touch
and in the end
regale my Oregonian friends
with a resounding recital
of...
'I'm not a chukar plucker
I'm a chukar plucker's son
and I'm only plucking chukars
'til the chukar plucker comes'
Windswept shave emulsifies the face
of the Lake.
The fowl in the air bnb, giggles,
as it scans for exfoliant fish to delicate.
She put her order in over thirty minutes ago.
Well before the Cranes and the Eagles,
but maybe they ordered to go?
Wizard Isle,
if you're gonna act like a French snob
then I will complain about the lack of salt,
(waiter)
how hard is your job?
Why this is culinary assault, inn 'salt !
~Discover Oregon
dance in pewter rain
graceful like silvery swans
opal sky feathers
September 17th 2023
Best Sandwich Ever
Sam Adams favorite sandwich
Was the make it yourself sandwich
Served at the Ashland Oregon, Co-Op
A modified BLT sandwich on Gluten-free bread
Cheese, roast beef or pastrami, bacon
Sprouts, lettuce, tomatoes, dill pickles, peppers
Mayo, mustard, ketchup
Just heaven in every delicious bite
The three coyotes
Watched this all unfold
Waiting for Sam to disappear
They knew they had a half
An hour
Before the OSP would appear
They pounced on Maria
Snarling hungry scarfing her
Drinking up her fresh blood
Ripping her Up for dinner,
Enjoying their unexpected
venison feast.
Jason the head coyote,
told the others
“Well, Sam might be a good guy,
For a human.
Tried to do the right thing,
But he killed her
And she died
For us to enjoy dinner.
Such is the way
Of the world
My brothers.
But he did us a favor
Maria is fresh meat
And we will feast well
Tonight, my brothers.
We will eat her up
But leave some
For our brothers,
The vultures,
Who are circling above
Patiently waiting
Their turn to have dinner.”
The OSP came
In due course
Saw the vultures
Finishing their dinner
Chased them off
Heard the contended coyotes
Howling at the moon
They called Sam Adams up
Said there was nothing
They could do
But let nature
Take its course.
Thus ended Maria’s
Close encounter
With humankind.
There once was a woman, "Plus sighs"
Who was known for her "Hungry Eyes"
Although she loved food
She soon had a brood
By switching to group exercise! *
*When the French discovered a land
teeming with food, grapes, and beautiful
women, they shouted, "Orgie en!"
which British censors translated as,
"The gold is gone" from the
Rendezvous pidgin, "Or est GONE!"
Oregon's motto is, "She soars on her own wings"
So you decide whether it was the girls
or the lack of gold . . . .
In Oregon, they’ve gone too far
In terms of education,
Instructing teachers hoping to
Prevent discrimination.
A course designed to tackle
Racial tendencies in math
States that “getting the right answer”
Sends kids on a toxic path.
Requiring the students to
Display the work they’ve done
Reeks of “white supremacy culture,”
As the message has been spun.
Instructors will be told not to
Perpetuate the thought
That there are always answers,
Right or wrong, that must be sought.
Before this, sports in schools declared
No losers were allowed,
For “everyone’s a winner”
Made each student feel so proud.
But mathematics in that model
Doesn’t quite belong,
For adding 2 plus 2
And getting 5 is simply wrong!
Oregon Demon Cat
The demon cat
Lived in Medford Oregon
The demon cat was a big black cat
His eyes were filled with demonic energy
He stared at you
Looking into your very soul
Filled with anger, and hatred
For the entire human race
He seemed at times
To be not from this planet
Perhaps an alien species
Studying the human race
Or perhaps he came
Form hell itself
The demon cat loved to torment visitors
For some reason he hated the man’s daughter
The cat would stare at her from his perch
Down the hall from the old man
Then he would run at her
Screaming like an escaped banshee
Straight out of hell
She told her dad
Either the cat goes
Or I go
He said
See you later
The demon cat smiled
At the small victory
And she left the house
With the demon cat
Screeching good bye
summer in oregon
when the snowflakes
turn into milkshakes
I have seen beaches with no one on them.
I have seen beaches with hoards upon them.
I have seen beaches
glistening in the moonlight.
I have seen beaches bathed in sunlight.
I have seen beaches covered in driftwood.
I have seen beaches
where I would sleep if I could.
Of all the beaches I have seen,
there is only one beach where I could be queen, and that would be a beach...
No one has seen.
Spring has finally sprung in Oregon
Escaping from the longer winter prison
That has covered the land with snow
They say that this winter
Was a colder than normal winter
Wetter than normal
As the long drought finally ended
As nature resumed its normal spring thaw
I rejoice
Seeing all the signs of spring
Especially the sight of young beautiful women
Shedding their winter clothes
And walking about in the spring sunshine
So wonderfully alive
So beautiful and sexy
As they sashay about
Here and there
It makes me smile
All day long
Yes I love Spring time
Everywhere in the world
But especially in Oregon
My new found second home
August Moods
Vistas, vistas everywhere
With waves that crash then shrink.
My thirst for beauty's almost quenched
Yet still, I want to drink.
If I could soak up every scene
And etch it in my mind,
I'd conjure it when life gets tough
And it's been left behind.
The world is vast, the ocean wide;
There's so much to explore,
But time is short and seeing this,
Just makes me want some more.
Oregon’s, wildlife, mountains, lakes, and bogs
Fields of green, awaken refreshed at dawn
Where salmon runs the rivers blue to spawn
Drawn wandering above the sea of fog
Black-tailed and mule deer birth their newborn fawns
Where shaggy mane elks labor their spring calves
Rustle sounds while they graze off open paths
Wander under the full moon of predawn
Sea of umbrellas on rainy season
Fireplace frames warm sputtering ember flames
Snow cold, in fella’s embrace with no shame
Turning me into shades of pink crimson
Savoring the earth's nurturing labor
Giving my heart to the verdant nature
12/30/2016
My home for 36 years
This poem is dedicated to heroes who were killed in Roseburg, Oregon just because they were Christians.
Today you left this world...
Today you stood the test...
Deny Christ and live,
proclaim Him and face the death...
You didn't have time to say goodbye...
Your last word was firmly "YES"
You wouldn't hug your son or daughter
but you will meet your God...
Roseburg, Oregon is crying...
Today mothers lost their children...
Fathers sitting silent,
friends are weeping...
They stood the test until the end
and now they are in heaven...
Oh please, don't cry my friend...
Soon will be there with God forever...
Eva Rakhuba
10/02/2015
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