Best Alabama Poems


A Haunting in Alabama

I found you. 

From the floorboards, to the trunk, to the stairs, to my table, you shambled. Howling and bleeding. 


God, I had wanted so badly to recognize you.
To have some common ground with someone, even if it was just a ghost.

But, here we are.

You,
some memoir to a dead boy whose face is stretched so badly across the pain inside you.

And me, 
some sad survivor.

Premium Member Up From Alabama - the Young Professional Bulldog Visits

In late on a late night from a long journey,
Barely in the door 
She's telling funny stories of her own misfortunes.
A comedy of errors that harried her homewards.


The young woman who will always be our child
Has the lot of us laughing
When we should be asleep
At things that would've driven others
To fury or despair
But those have no hold on her,
Because bulldogs don't give up -
They just hold on.

So now she's holding on again -
A new grownup
In a too grownup world.
Schooltime over; 
Lessons  now born from living.

- But that's all right,
Because biting down, holding fast
Is what she does -
She's gonna chew this bone too,
The tough white bone of adulthood,
Down to a pile of fine, digestible dust

 
She'll make it all her own
The while she works it.

Premium Member Alabama Twister April 27, 2011

Black clouds bury the blue skies of Bama overhead
as monstrous winds wipe out towns of southern plain.
From historic antebellum it left a path of dead
in the midst of hail and drenching down-pouring rain.

Ten hours of terror that held the sweet south in its grip
not yielding to warnings since wind motion was quick.
Leveled houses and buildings with just one long dip
leaving nothing to relish of mementos or red brick.

Toys and papers scattered with the dying whirl twist
sending debris to nearby states in massive claws.
Disaster covers barren- lifeless- ground in hail and mist
while residents view destruction that harshly gnaws. 

Blind darkness filled the night after the storms once seized
bleak clouds clung, still forbidding stars or moon to shine.
Lives spared but tattered beings were left quite uneased
and not rightly sure where tired bodies could now resign.

Despair fills many counties hit by a ravenous wind
that changed a million lives in a fleeted moment.
Winds of majesty can transform, bringing life to an end
along with frazzled minds and souls in much discontent.

Although lives have been altered and turned inside out
friendship and well wishes are given in great abundance.
It will take patience to rebuild quaint rural towns, no doubt
with God’s and friends help, we still have a fighting chance.

“Sweet Home Alabama, you’re home sweet home to me”!

Copyright © 2011  By Caryl S. Muzzey


It's Iron Bowl Time In Alabama

It’s Iron Bowl Time in Alabama

By Elton Camp

Watching football may be okay

Even following it, play-by-play 

However, I say, “Ho, hum”

Don’t care about the outcome

For I will use my time another way



(For readers outside Alabama, this refers to the extreme fanaticism so often seen here about the football teams of the University of Alabama and Auburn University.  People who have attended neither school get all upset over it and tend to build their lives around the fortunes of the two teams.  I think that’s going way too far about a dangerous child’s game.)
© Elton Camp  Create an image from this poem.

Tornado In Alabama, April 27, 2011

Oh how furious it was, God sent his power from above.  He let the Black clouds 
and the rain come gushing through our window panes.  Oh what scary a sight to see,
I felt like running, I tried to free me.  The gushing winds blowing so fast, I never
thought I would last.  The winds he sent was meant to be, to warn all of us our
souls need to be free.  

He sent his fury fast and long, we were all surprised where it roamed.  The tornadoes
went from one county to another, sending its wrath, killing, destroying and giving us
trouble.  Cries were heard throughout the night, People screaming and praying with
all their might.

The tornadoes did not stop, they destroyed our lands, and ruined our crops.
The devastation it left on our minds  is here to stay and will never go away.
This is a terrible storm we will never forget, because it lasted a long time and all
of us were upset.  We hoped and prayed it would pass us by, asking and praying
to God, please dont let us die!

We all tried to seek shelter in our homes, before we knew it, everything was gone.
Some of us found ourselves standing outside with nothing hardly for cover, we were
screaming and crying searching for one another.

Lower Alabama

A little south of Heaven
On the Gulf of Mexico
Here in the Heart of Dixie
The living's easy and slow

The weather's mostly nice here
Round Mobile Bay
Sunshine when it ain't raining
It's beautiful today here in L.A.

Living in L.A.
Lower Alabama
Spanish moss, azaleas
A deep south panorama, Lower Alabama
So far south, can't get no farther
Off the map, feet hitting water 

A little taste of the bayou
A little twang in our talk
Folks are friendly when they greet you
We say sir and maam and y'all

We love sweet tea, our chicken fried
Shrimp and grits, and pecan pie
And watermelon in season
Man, I love the smell of bacon
Smells like Sunday morning 
Like America, tastes like freedom

Living in L.A.
Lower Alabama
Spanish moss, azaleas
A deep south panorama, Lower Alabama
So far south, can't get no farther
Off the map, feet hitting water 

Now, some might say we've got it all
Hidden treasures to be found 
Bellingrath and Mardi Gras
(The first one, mind you) and the USS Alabama

The stuff of dreams, music scenes
Golden beaches, island streams
Fresh seafood to die for
Piggly Wigglys, there's a few
Foosackly's, can't fake the Foo
A sea of Shunarrah billboards, oh Lord

Living in L.A.
Lower Alabama
Spanish moss, azaleas
A deep south panorama, Lower Alabama
So far south, can't get no farther
Off the map, feet hitting water 
Alabam, here where I oughtta be

© 2017.


Alabama

create an image
plenty of clay and mirror's
plenty of jaw talk

Twisted Avenger Tragedy In Alabama

Gray the sky grew,
And darker still in hue.
How could anyone know when the day began,
So many would never see the sun rise again.
So many the Lord did decide to take,
A trail of destuction the Twister left in its wake.
The winds twisted and blew,
Leaving a path of lost souls when it was through.
To terror many did awaken,
For many of their kin was taken.
When the sky turned blue again,
It was to many resounding voices whispering Amen.
Not all that prayed for relief,
From their grief...
Were as lucky as some,
For many were called to their eternal home.
So when we look back upon this day,
We will still pray...
That the many lost have found their way...
To the Pearly Gates and entered therein,
All due to the unruly winds.
When we remember this day,
Let us bow our heads and pray...
For the wonderous souls we lost,
And may we never forget the cost.


4-28-11     For:For the lost loved ones on 4-27-2011

Alabama Here We Come

(About relatives moving from New York to Alabama)

Alabama Here We Come

By Elton Camp

Of cold temperature and snow you’ve had enough
So you are moving to where there isn’t such stuff

In Alabama the cost of living won’t be as high
And it will be much easier financially to get by

On old folks’ pensions there isn’t any state tax
So it’s a good place to be laid back and to relax

“Youse guys” will no longer offend your ear
Although it’s, “Y’all,” you will certainly hear

And too, now y’all will no longer Yankees be
Since you’ll be residing in the Heart of Dixie

But although you are escaping the winter gale,
Welcome to the land of tornadoes and hail

To learn to eat grits and Southern fried chicken
But pretty soon your fingers you will be licking

And it is bib overalls that you’ll get to wear
Go barefoot in summer and nobody will care

It’s the Deep South that’s the best place to be
So just hurry on down so that fact you can see
© Elton Camp  Create an image from this poem.

Alabama Songbird

Alabama songbird –
On radio she’s never heard,
But empties her poetic soul
For strangers all around the world

Sitting in her southern home,
Surrounded by adoring fans;
She sweetly sings angelic tunes,
And strums her plum guitar in hand

And soon enough her voice dispels
The walls around that fail to keep
A cage about her supple form,
As joy and sorrow then release –

In melodies so strong and true,
Yet gentle as the morning dew;
They warm the hearts of listening ears,
And move the eyes of some to tears

This diamond girl will one day shine,
Although she waits unnoticed still
Beneath the stars that seem to blind
An Alabama songbird’s chime.
© Nick Ruff  Create an image from this poem.

Alabama Nights April 27, 2011

Can’t believe these eyes
And what they see
As only blackouts survive
Driving my rig into the northern Alabama night
A twisting hand reaching out of the demon skies
And ripping out the heart 
And giving back ruined lives 
(I know, I was there)

Making a Snowman In Alabama

Making a Snowman in Alabama

By Elton Camp

In Alabama, whenever snow falls
“Let make a snowman,” a kid calls

The result that he wants to see
Is one like in books or on TV

But when the snowfall is through
There’s little with which to do

Balls of snow you try to gather
The dry stuff won’t stick together

It picks up dirt from the ground
The snowman’s the worst around

While folks up in Yankee land
Can build one that’s so grand

But I’d much prefer it be that way
Than piles of snow for weeks to stay
© Elton Camp  Create an image from this poem.

Alabama Snow

The long never ending landscape of southern Alabama never runs cold. Today it decided to. The wind was at 
ease and all the snow flakes were about. The cold ground shuddered beneath me but I could tell it was a good 
kind of shiver. The snow fell down in a hurry yet it still took it's time swaying in the wind. All the snowflakes 
danceing around soon started a low tune far off on the wind. The band played a song that the world has been 
playing for centerys. One of love and peace. One that has no bounds or experation date. The song was cold 
enough to freeze the earth but here I stood warm as I basked in my happieness. The world seemed still as the 
orchestra played it's beautiful tune. The wind swirling and twirling as if it were a finely tuned violin. I couldn't 
bare to close my eyes for it was just to beautiful to look away from. As the wind picked up in it's gusts the 
snow felt ever so heavier and the skys begain to melt the love within the snow as all the snowflakes fell down 
as rain. "What a beautiful conversion" crossed my thaughts. The snowed over feild grew dreadfully quiet as the 
beautiful tune escaped into the wind. This was when I sudenly realized I was soaked and freezing. Almost killed 
me but I steped inside away from the Alabama snow. But I knew she'd come back for me.
© Cate Rock  Create an image from this poem.

Alabama Governor Says My Way Or No Way

Alabama’s Governor:  My Way or No Way

By Elton Camp

In office only for the second day,
Governor says do religion his way
The deacon in the Baptist Church
Wants us not to be left in the lurch

He says, “I want to be your brother,”
But it requires his belief and no other
And Jesus as savior you have to accept
Or into the deep abyss you’ll be swept

If you want to be my brother or my sister
Then listen to me,  M’am, Ms or Mister
If Jew, Shinto, Buddhist, agnostic or Islam
Then the wrong way I say that you’ve come

People thought a governor they’d elected
A statewide pastor they had not expected
To his personal belief the man has a right
Speaking as governor, keep it out of sight

He apologized, but not for the thing he said
Will his tenets the man continue to spread?
If his “core beliefs” made anybody get mad,
As a “born-again Christian” it’s just too bad

It was a wrong way his governorship to begin
Alabama’s unsavory past had come to an end
But what does our brand new governor then do
Except hateful prejudice to promptly renew?
© Elton Camp  Create an image from this poem.

Alabama

What a place 2 be
So beautiful so majestic are thee
Flowers bloom in the meadows
Harvesters in the fields
Cows mooing in the pasture
As the sun shines over the hills

Country roads that lead to no where
Lil log cabins sitting there
Fog a dew cover the night air
Like a thin blanket hung up there

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