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Burma-Shave

They stood like rhymes
on fencepost spines
with wisdom scrawled
in shaving thymes—
a roadside gospel,
terse and sweet
that preached with
meter, grit, and heat.

Rosemary likes
a clean-shaved man,
if wooing her
is in your plan.
She’ll linger near
and take your hand
and proudly wear
your golden band.

Parsley hides
beside the plate—
the garnish mocked
by those who ate.
But lean in close—
she knows the names
of all who passed
and played their

Categories: americana, america, childhood, history, humor,
Form: Rhyme

Hotel Americana

Heart ache, a road break off route sixty-six
Over each river and every state line
Tour bus travellers all finding their fix
Everyone hyphened is heightened this time
Lost luggage losing it's share of the light

American dreams with shutters pulled down
Memphis blues music feels alright tonight
Elvis themed runners surprising the town
Rocky road blue grass fades slowly away
In between cities

Categories: americana, 12th grade, america, dream,
Form: Acrostic

The New Americana

{"We don’t run away, we cannot run away from our demons; the very ones that plague us with our history, reminisce on our backstories and they,
Judge. 
Judge, adjudicate us by it, 
Convict us of a felony for whom which we have been associated with; or accused of. It is indefinitely outlandish to dispose of it

Categories: americana, absence, abuse, addiction, anger,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Americana

A patriotic bunting, hanging from a porch,
black lines of a Model-T, back when we liked Ford,
porcelain sign from the 30s, somehow ad and art,
the fun and fear we got from tossing a lawn dart.
Rich, decadent milkshakes upon a summer’s eve,
chrome diner with a neon sign, hawking things to eat.
county band playing loud, line dancers shuffle

Categories: americana, america, appreciation, culture, fun,
Form: Rhyme

Nashville on my radio

It’s Thursday evening, almost nine
foot-tap, fiddle, and banjo time
with juke-box tales of love’s romance
the county jail, a second chance
for bourbon belles or backroad trucks
mail-box motels, living on luck
from one horse towns to city bars
acoustic sounds that drive guitars
harmonicas with prairie dust
Americana, steel mill rust
cornbread kitchen, joy, and sorrow
songs that long for bright tomorrows
it’s Nashville on

Categories: americana, music,
Form: Rhyme

Love Americana Style

Pick a place you want to go
The answer never will be no
How about a rustic inn?
One where we have never been
With cottages on private coves
Overlooking lilac groves
Horse and buggy romance rides
Snow capped, pine tree mountainsides
Cozy, warm, big fireplace
Reflecting, glowing off your face 
Nooks and crannies, old heirlooms
Like corn cob pipes and horsehair brooms 
Mornings, evenings,

Categories: americana, for her, i love
Form: Rhyme

A Tale of Billy the Kid

William Bonny AKA Billy The Kid
A Tale Of Billy The Kid
By Robert Gorelick

“Quien esta?”

Bang!  It’s over, 
you’re a legend now, 
Billy.

Born in Hell’s Kitchen in
ramshackle consumptive squalor,
New York’s crammed gang infected
rat-infested shacks 
and alleys.

Amid the iniquitous stench
of rot and the soul’s decay,
in a nation at war,
pulling, stretching, ripping
to shreds the frayed fabric
of its precarious

Categories: americana, character, death,
Form: Metrical Tale

Such Good Results

A chilly mist hung in the air that Sunday morning in April when I pulled up in front of Harpers Grove Community Church. The gravel parking lot was rapidly filling up, and folks, nodding cordially to each other, were threading their way through neat rows of parked cars. Several young men, lingering over a last

Categories: americana, books, imagery, memory, places,
Form: Narrative

Requiem Americana

Nineteen good guys with guns, 
But no balls;
Your tax dollars at work.
Requiem Americana.

Categories: americana, allegory, america, anger, angst,
Form: Verse

Americana Panarama

Americana Panorama
Land of the free
Home of the brave
From sea to shining sea
In between golden waves

From the fields farmers plant
Across the vast Mid-West
In this Americana Panorama

Northern cities touching sky
Scrapers lighting up the night
As the Carolina shore
Echos back the oceans roar

Along the Texas plains
Where freedom loves to sing
In this Americana Panorama

With the Grand Canyons openness
To Alaska's wilderness
The

Categories: americana, america, birthday, independence day,
Form: Rhyme

Americana Panorama

Land of the free
Home of the brave
From sea to shining sea
In between golden waves

From the fields farmers plant
Across the vast Mid-West
In this Americana Panorama

Northern cities touching sky
Scrapers lighting up the night
As the Carolina shore
Echos back the oceans roar

Along the Texas plains
Where freedom loves to sing
In this Americana Panorama

With the Grand Canyons openness
To Alaska's wilderness
The mountains

Categories: americana, america,
Form: Rhyme

Americana

Pictures still there

Categories: americana, visionary
Form: Haiku