My town is a very friendly city,
Filled with great music and attractive art.
Long, dirt roads surrounded with great Pine Trees
An incredible Air Force base with planes,
that soar above the small town I call home.
Peaceful rivers where most go in summer.
Tasty southern meals at every table,
Worshiping churches everywhere you go,
Historic culture all throughout the town.
Beautiful wildflowers seen in spring,
along with loving and pleasant people.
Old antebellum homes and public schools.
Little statues with very big meanings.
Housing the first public women’s college.
Possum Town, where many lives are rooted,
which does include my family and I.
With a great heart, comes lots of great people.
This town is all I have known my whole life.
From the building I took my first breath in,
to the little league fields I stepped foot on.
Categories:
antebellum, 10th grade, beauty, community,
Form: Free verse
[Songs Inspired two line haiku
The first line is the name of a song]
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[Foreigner]
waiting for a girl like you -
the wild flower by the gate
[Phil Collins]
another day in paradise -
my love chalice filled and refilled
[The Beatles]
here comes the sun -
furtively she draws the curtain to my heart
[Creedence Clearwater Revival]
have you ever seen the rain?
I was blind to unspoken love
[Simon & Garfunkel]
the sound of silence -
we dance to the rhythm of our hearts
[Lady Antebellum]
need you now -
the rose petals keep falling…down
[A Rocket to the Moon]
baby blue eyes -
heaven reflected in the swell of the sea
[Mary Hopkin]
those were the days
…and then your hand slipped out of mine
[Sting]
fields of gold -
the setting sun ripples on water
[Ronan Keating]
when you say nothing at all -
searching for reassurance in your eyes
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© May 2022
Categories:
antebellum, inspirational,
Form: Haiku
It's called the New South
Away from antebellum
Peaches and Peachtree
Terminus to Atlanta
Southern hospitality
Categories:
antebellum, america, city, community, feelings,
Form: Tanka
Bestow on me an incorrect
3 leafed clover ephigy of
buttercup due early spring May
With I meandering through a maze
of cotton wool field lost
Trying best to avert the gaze of
the virile bull's with Horn's poised
Whilst listening to the joy of piercing
ringing mandolin string's and trooping
drum's in both left and right ear's on
my head
Eminating from the Yee Grand Old
Antebellum Plantation guard house
Adorned with a lushious overhanging
archway on either side of it's giant's
causeway
If you dare imagine with Jacaranda Blue
and Cherry blossom infused on a sunset
pink hue nude muse
Instantaneously ushering forth a vision
of Scarlett O'Hara vivacious locks
Gone with the wind like a kite upon a
hazy shimmering warm summer up draft
Augusta Georgia R.E.M night-swimming
aftermath
Categories:
antebellum, love, obituary,
Form: Free verse
We called our Bed and Breakfast the Presidents’ House
A sprawling antebellum Italianate with a rich historical past
Fed our guests tasty nourishing breakfasts of presidential repast
Served by an eighteenth century-adorned raconteur, my spouse.
Our guest house was known for its spectral residents merry
Many we met, got to know, and interacted with over the years
Some got acquainted with our guests if they showed no fears
Prominent to visit from the house of the dead was Ms Jerri.
She was sassy, could be mischievous; at times playful and sweet
Until they met Jerri or her friends some were reluctant to believe
Other guests agreed what the mind believes the eyes can achieve
Once a female guest became quite ill and chose to stay in her suite
When she got over her flu and came down to breakfast one day,
She wanted to know who had visited her and massaged her feet.
She insisted this was one fine woman she wanted, in person, to meet.
We told her then, in great detail, about Jerri our shadowy spirit’s stay.
Written on February 12, 2021
For "Ghost Contest"
Sponsored by Julia Ward
Categories:
antebellum, friend, history, image, senses,
Form: Rhyme
THE TRANSIENTS OF MY YOUTH
Old and wrinkly, whiffs of cigarettes and whiskey; his sparkling blues tell me there is bubble gum and a surprise; I check the long pockets finding smiles and candy, feeling loved and dandy.
Southern Antebellum, with manicures of rouge; kind but broken, drinking fermented raspberries and booze; her man is gone, a war still on; hopefully some funds will help move her on.
Irish and grumpy, redheaded and rockin’; football with silence, movies of canned violence; double features and fries, we have a good time; he buys me a watch, a keepsake.
German Muslim sister and stressed; Turkish dancing at night, in memories blessed; chocolates swirl round, but starving she falls down; night
Burly and bearded, stinking of failure; he is noisy and imposing, promising messy favors; overweight and hungry, despite Nordictrack endeavors; addicted to cookies, a humongous bummer.
Categories:
antebellum, age, america, anxiety, appreciation,
Form: Blank verse
White Knights,
Aryan brothers
Sons of the Confederacy
loyal to the Cause
Black lives don’t matter much ...
******* are zeroes
in our Fourth Reich beer halls
White Knights,
Aryan sisters
Daughters of the Confederacy
trumpet the Cause
Picaninnies picking cotton
is the only thing tar babies
are good for at all
Lets make America great again
like it was way back when
Dixie slavery songs was the sounds of the South
at the opening and closing of the plantation gates
Squashing Antebellum rebellion with a good castration ...
lynching was the strange fruit we Union haters ate
And seeing them KKK days again is gonna be great
White Knights,
Aryan brothers
Sons of the Confederacy
loyal to the Cause
So evil strong and abiding is our hate ...
We’re gonna turn back the clock,
and abolish those civil right reprobates
We’re gonna once again make America great
We are true neo-Nazi believers
who slave hard
at making our backward racial beliefs a sinister reality
Fourth Reich of July burning cross White Night
will be the darkest Independence Day in American history
Categories:
antebellum, conflict, hate, racism, truth,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Pride flags fly high today
Folk music family
Mennonite bureaus
So many melons and windsocks and dreamcatchers
This place signals a rebellion
Echoing antebellum times, seething with vibrancy and it boiled over
And for a moment broke the inertia
Love wins today and today we know
That we are a people of progress
But koyaanisqatsi waits for us outside this field
Just past these barns
Most of us are forced to march with that army too but
We can build a bulwark here and move it out beyond the dusty paths
It is up to you artisans, Amish, millennials, immigrants, farmers, poets
Today I secretly join your ranks
Categories:
antebellum, america, society,
Form: Free verse
Isn't boredom is its own birth of freedom
In this antebellum age
I have fashions of a vision
That I could put to page
I need to rage against
This dying of the dream
To etch on ancient canyon walls
And sound my barbaric scream
The seductiveness of my antimuse
Slithers through my brain
As she intones, saturated
Yours is a pedestrian pain
This is no song
My angel of inert imagination tells me
What if she's not wrong
Why else should she whisper it so loudly
Categories:
antebellum, anxiety, art,
Form: Rhyme
I was here by Lady Antebellum
I hold the pencil of choices and I intend to leave my mark on the paper of the world.
12/12/15
Categories:
antebellum, dream,
Form: Lyric
Clear days of old,
Antebellum.
Not too fancy,
Mediocre.
Bright color seen
Perfect warm nest.
Young harmony
Child fairyland
Secondary,
Tall pine in back.
Conspicuous,
lone pompous rose
Toxic ivy
Marigold patch
Null pottery
Stream overflow
Taste pure water
Ordain infant
Adore always
Wife trustworthy
True nuptials
Man unyeilding
Categories:
antebellum, children, encouraging, home, imagery,
Form: Etheree
When the waves are flooding the shore
Yeah, when my world is falling apart,
Once more you open the door
And you’re here in my heart.
I never thought that I could feel this power.
I never thought that I could feel this free.
Picture perfect memories scattered
All around the floor
Whisper words of wisdom , let it be!!
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For contest: “sing a song for me”
Line one and two -- Milie Cyrus “When I Look at You”
Line 3 and 4 -- Celine Dion “My Heart Will Go On”
Line 5 & 6 --Justin Bieber “Never Say Never”
Line 7 & 8 --Lady Antebellum “Need You Now”
Line 9--The Beatles "Let It Be"
Categories:
antebellum, music,
Form: Rhyme
She has left my bedroom lately. Lately?
It was long ago. She has taken my guitar with her.
But history has slipped out of memory.
I am not prepared for a reckoning.
Is it a time for uninterrupted grief.
This no bitter recompense for no fault done.
The Tigers beat the Angles 4 to 1.
***A song for Lulu
Categories:
antebellum,
Form: I do not know?