Barleycorn Poems - Poems about Barleycorn

...Choose moment foiled Over moment gone or none. Penance paid all bard alas anon. Bars of boxcars rolling down Canals of clotted wax; These are the facts As I know them to be; Sum total me. ......

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...He served as a deacon in his church and was as pious as they come. (But on the side, he sold whiskey from a thirty-gallon drum!) He taught junior high Sunday School and was a Bible scholar. (But o......

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...Unwind. As a tiring day Unwinds And goes to rest Blue skies turn to grey Closing the lid On natures bountiful Treasure chest Blackbird on high Bids farewell With it’s sweet Retiring la......

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...Furst night in Brockton new guy in town Again lost in a sea of Nauthinaz I'll get my bearings I'm an Ex-Sailor used to course less wanderings no boundaries have i aimless no to john barley......

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...Thinking of my youth when we rode around in a light green VW beetle Listening to Stevie Winwood and the boys sing John Barleycorn Soon enough my friends scattered Some gone down S......

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...They buried him two inches deep and for months there wasn't peep And then with barely a sound he forced his head out of the ground For months he grew tall and grew straight until it was time f......

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...Carrie Nation was renown for her scorn For the havoc caused by john barleycorn She wielded her axe causing dire consternation Wrecking bars with what she termed a "hatchitation" Robert L.......

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...He served as a deacon in his church and was as pious as they come. (But on the side, he sold whiskey from a thirty-gallon drum!) He taught the junior high Sunday school class and was a Bible schola......

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...Moon In Auburn As the stars were heaped upon a mantles Shangri-La The miniature toy town beneath its cape Quiet hung in yellow golden windows lit So silent in the dales and woods blanket Th......

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...September noon was hot I sat alone in a crowd My counterfeit leather boots were cheap vinyl, Like traces of gas in a puddle, They shone an iridescent rainbow I wanted faded “501’S” but wore ......

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