Backwater Poems - Poems about Backwater

...I started chopping, one by one the non gratae parts of my Temple, while unbeknownst to me pebbles were already spreading whispers in all directions. Shh..don’t speak so loud You might as well ......Read the rest...

... When Time sails into it's last port, and fever for the Truth is stowed- as an incubant reality -that you wish had aroused sooner, it's queried symptom with more fervored pedigree of......Read the rest...

...Neigh say being corralled & cult shod "Sic semper evello mortem tyrannis" translation = thus always I bring death to tyrants.” Above the fray of twittering, squabbling, and madding crowd......Read the rest...

...survivors The captain called up the harbor authorities needed a birth a ship no one had heard of, but its manifest stated Sydney-bound They let the ship birth on a disused pier far from the city......Read the rest...

...Spanish Moss hangs over my face a gentle caress green filaments brush my hair. The flat-bottomed boat glides on a slow current but it pushes me, it urges - but to where? Florida has a lot of......Read the rest...

...Now I know you’ve heard the story of how I all was way back when, when cowboys rode with Indians near our small town of Buzzard’s Bend. Not long after the Civil War, when it was a hot mining c......Read the rest...

...We are winded and on the ropes. Backwater banjo boys strum against us. Clouds feed upon a shoaling light. A bad day for going out or staying in. A time to be sleepless. We must live timidly, or p......Read the rest...

...He was always dressed in fashion And as he walked down the street Not many people noticed That he’d got both left feet He wore wide flared long trousers Boots with very square toed ends They c......Read the rest...

...A bottom land where green is thread through with a trailing mud. A late fruited decay seeps and smears these low meadow pasture. Pot-bellied dewdrops hang, strung upon spawny strings. He......Read the rest...

...National Poetry Day is over Over two hours on the stage. That's one hellova long time For one of my advancing age. This is the Poetry city. The talent just abounds, Mixing in the bars and pubs ......Read the rest...

...Poor Earl Crabtree, they tried him for murder He claimed innocence; he’d never hurt her But Earl was transgender He’d gone on a bender Pleaded guilty ~ he’d tried to pervert her......Read the rest...

...We are winded and on the ropes. Backwater banjo boys strum against us, clouds prey upon our minds. Bad days for going out or staying in. A time to be sleepless to be dazed by the pal......Read the rest...

... Just Before The Show Oh Yes! My career!.. It's behind me. And the bright lights I’d worked so hard for Now they’ve airbrushed my face That looks so out of place On that...Read the rest...

...Way down south at the edge of the swamp, Was a little town known as Backwater. A peaceful town that most folks found, Was a good place to raise sons and daughters. A plague hit the town and peo......Read the rest...

...The witches of Backwater were two sisters who, Never caused harm or concern. One lived in the swamp well away from the town, The other chose wages to earn. She taught the town's children as loc......Read the rest...