Best Antebellum Poems

I walk the lane 'neath giant oaks,
vast canopies of green,
and view the mansion at path's end,
a sight I've never seen.

My mind begins to picture
those precious...

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The Finest Antebellum Mansion in the South

By Elton Camp

Windsor was near the banks of the Mississippi River 
Extreme luxury, size, beauty and comfort it did...

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Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your...

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"Ransom"




Held to ransom 
words inject your mind
pierce your skin
drawn backwards 
you transcend, 
you look within
a bloodied mind
the numbness melts
inconsequential ignobles
and dreary misfortune
a polar ice cap...

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When I met you in the language of lonely war
three feathers fastened to your breast breathing sore
many graves of gentlemen knew your score and the...

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The Highways and the Byways
By Franklin Price
10/27/2107
(Inspired by Nancy McIntyre Stepp)

 The highways and the byways
Of this life in which we've grown
Bring back many memories
Of...

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[Songs Inspired two line haiku
The first line is the name of a song]
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You're wearing the cap with the crooked cross emblem,
hoisting your neo-Nazi flag high
You dream of a revived Fourth Reich kingdom,
hoping that you see it before...

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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...

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Poet:  Ken Jordan 
Poem:  Confederate Flag
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan 
written:  July/2015


      O'Dirty South,.....U'Dirty South 
your hatred,...

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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...

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Born in the Goshen ghetto,
bound by an Ashkenaz forged umbilical chain
Beloved mother was Jim Crow lynch poor,
adored father was the Uncle Sam same
Third-generation slaves,
pauper freed...

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You’ve been walking down that dusty road,
for what seems like a country mile
Kicking the can with nary a smile
Headed for the schoolhouse,
you and your companion
A...

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Thank you for always being there
Through distance and closeness no matter where
I really can't picture my life without you
I wanna thank you for all the...

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