Duane Robert Pierson
Biography of Duane Robert Pierson
Duane Robert Pierson’s early schooling was in a one-room schoolhouse, no plumbing, no electricity, etc. He has been awarded a Bachelor of Arts in biology and history from the University of Alabama, and a Master of Science and Doctor of Philosophy from Cornell University.
He has taught elementary school, high school, and has been a college professor. Among the subjects taught are English, creative writing, poetry, history, science, and ethics.
His considerable management experience includes having served as a corporate chief executive officer. He has been a management and leadership consultant, and a public speaker. He also founded of several organizations within the environmental/conservation field.
Among his other experiences are being an infantry officer, athlete, art gallery owner, stonemason, farming, and photography.
Over the years he has written and published extensively.
Duane Robert Pierson's Works:
On Reviving A Lost Revolution
Ode to Frieda
When Young Men Die: Poetry of War
Frogs, Dogs and Eclogues
Field of Wildflowers With Girl
When My Feet Quit Dancing
Duane Robert Pierson Poems
Girls In Summer Dresses
A girl in a summer dress turns hot into cool, sweat into sweet, steam to chilled mist.
Apologize Mr. President
You should apologize. Get down on your knees and plead, but your apology will be worthless, like expectorant into a sewer.
The River Of Outrage
A river flows through this country seen only by the cynical eye of the excluded sane, a stream of cultural sewage glittering like ersatz gems sending ripples of scented acid lapping at citizen souls,
Welcome to childcare USA Enroll your precious demons into the American dream scheme. Win the lottery or
Demeter’s Holy Grain
With corn ripe golden hair she bestrode the harvest before the black frost set in, smiling gently and triumphal
On Observing Waterfowl Flying South
A checkmark in the sky. A skein of waterfowl laboriously moves to warmth, drawing behind a gray curtain
Cornsilk Soft, oh so very soft as gentle to the touch as a warm breeze
A ballet of autumn leaves. They danced upon the road with colors in full array, standing and swaying
Time Without End
A poem for Gabriel appeared suddenly one late summer Sunday morning upon seeing something in nature
The Old Fools Club
Life failures all, in their youth draft dodgers every one, they send young men to die,
Eyes Of Cornflower Blue
Long ago a girl and me walked an old field. We photographed centaurea cyanus,
We find a gradient of hell within the ward of limbless warriors. Grieve and believe
Tragedy So Deep
One shattered body One simple life draining wound Take a war full of tiny incidents and great campaigns
All Souls Street
Old ones rub away at lottery tickets seeking a big break with a last dollar. Scavengers dip into garage cans where redemption resides in cans and bottles.
Girls In Summer Dresses
A girl in a summer dress
turns hot into cool,
sweat into sweet,
steam to chilled mist.
She stirs a breeze
in the hot still air.
Deep in my mind
smoldering coals fire