Best Arkansas Poems
I've been a lot of places in this land,
From sea to shining sea.
There's a place in the hills of Arkansas
That means more than them all to me,
A little wildwood church where people meet
To praise the Lord above.
They don't have a lot of money,
But they're rich in a thing called love
You'll see a friendly smile upon each face
The moment you walk in.
They'll make you feel so loved and right at home,
That you'll want to go back again.
They will pour you out a cup of kindness
And hospitality;
Then they'll take you home and feed you,
And they'll treat you like family.
You're always more than welcome;
There's no lock upon the door.
There's preaching and singing and praising the Lord,
And they know what the altar's for.
Don't look for a grand cathedral,
Standing proud and tall;
It’s a humble little church, beside the road,
At Ben Hur Arkansas.
In our little Arkansas Dover town, we never clown around, about the sacrifice
Christmas is about Christ, and his great love, which suffices
We live and let live, to our charities we give, for in heaven above
It's all about Love, refining one's self, to enjoy in Dove, who is love
We put down the mind of strife, we celebrate Christ's birth
The sacrifice, `tis about life, and knowing it’s worth
Increasing our unction, never to wane, the Lamb's fame
In public we still pray, at our functions we still say, “in the Name”
In celebration of Love's life, we give up, all of our means
No hazing, it's amazing, all over town, Nativity scenes
To suffices our worship, the special day is necessary
Signs of heaven, Love's leaven, the Babe, and mother Mary
The Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost, some don't want to get even close, (or near)
For they fear, the special day of love's cheer, unto Christ, so dear
Have a very, very, merry, Christmas, Devonshire, to heaven for sure, and to all at Soup
Now year is close to over, don't be a rover, please visit Dover, “old Moses love scop”
10-16-09 For Carolyn's Christmas contest
4th placement
little red pig called
suie,lets eat some red meat
bang on the table's
[90766 Log 003]
7/18 20:12
Nate-- Touchdown! The crowd goes wild!
Agent-- So your going back to the outpost now?
Nate-- Yeah, Forest is my home. The outpost there is too.
Agent-- O.K. I'll stop by and see you soon.
Nate-- I'll be there. I'll play your song on the way home.
It's still "Say Anything" by Cartel right?
Agent-- You got it. I love that song.
Nate-- Memory like an elephant...
Agent-- Body of a Tiger?
Nate-- yup.
Agent-- Stay safe out there.
Nate-- you too...
[90766 Log 004]
7/18 20:15
[recored audio]
Nate-- see you on the other side.
Agent-- See you later little bro.
(air let out from the Air-Tight pilot cabin)
BETA-- Multiple hostile forces are in the area
Agent-- What? That's not possible-
(gunfire)
Agent-- Nate! Get the hell out of here.
(return fire)
Agent-- Go! Go! Go!
(engine sounds)
Nate (over loudspeaker)-- We have takeoff.
Good luck out there.
(gunfire stops)
BETA-- Those are gunmen for the Association: Rank 2
Agent-- Why are they here? New Athens is a Federation
city not an Association city.
BETA-- Records indicate a successful Associate siege.
Agent-- So we just walked into an Associate city and
killed two gunmen.
BETA-- Correct.
Agent-- ...And our only way out just left.
BETA-- Correct.
Agent-- O.K. I'm going to need more than this pistol.
BETA-- There was a Federation barracks half a
kilometer from here. I'm not sure if it's still there.
Agent-- It's better than nothing...
The sun raises up over the ridge
The sky shines a multitude of colors
Pink with a tinge of purple
That only lasts for a few precious moments
Some mornings the clouds
Come down from the sky into the fields
Allowing a walk in the mist
Who knew it was possible to walk in the clouds
The fields are filled with nature
Deer feed while tending their fawn
Rabbits hop, coyotes hunt while the roadrunners race around
Watch out for the bear, large cat or the razorback
The birds are plentiful in their beauty
The red of the cardinals, blue of the jays and yellow of the finches
The sounds of the woodpecker and hummingbirds
The soaring of the hawks, vultures, and eagles
When it rains all run for cover
The thunder roars, and makes the mountain shake
Lighting strikes a tree with a mighty boom
Fearing the tornado that can come from any place
As the sky clears the sun shines down
The water reflecting off the leaves
The animals return refreshed
The rainbow crosses the sky reminding us of God’s promise
The roads twist and turn, up and down
With drops off to the left and right
Careful as dangers are abound
Deer dash all around
As the day turns to night it becomes total darkness
The sounds of the tree frogs fill the air
In the distance the scream of a small animal
being caught as dinner in the forest
At night the creatures crawl scorpions, spiders, and snakes
Birds of prey hunt the fields
On the mountain the circle of life takes place
Survival of the fittest
The sky is clear, and in the darkness
Stars can be seen representing all the constellations
The stars shoot across the sky and quickly die
It is amazing the beauty of the sky
[90766 LOG 001]
7/18 13:23
BETA-- Sir, The facility has issued a search for-
Agent-- I know... it's to late now
BETA-- Protocol states: any AWOL officer or agent will be
terminated after six hours of absence
Agent-- They won't get the chance
BETA-- Where do you plan to go?
Agent-- North. To New Athens.
BETA-- What do you need there?
Agent-- A place to stay for a while, I have a friend who
lives there.
BETA-- What will you do with yourself?
Agent--I want to...I don't know, the juries out.
BETA-- To lunch?
Agent-- Yeah, 'to lunch'
7/18 16:42
BETA-- We have been walking for three point nineteen
hours, We should stop to find transportation.
Agent-- I'm working on it. I know of a Federation
vehicle outpost a few kilometers away
BETA-- I do not have knowledge of that station.
It must be a stealth operation facility.
Agent-- Something like that...
BETA-- Ah, That explains it.
[recorded audio feed]
Agent-- Honey I'm home.
Unidentified-- Is that- It can't be. Who's there?
Agent-- It is me...
Unidentified-- No, your dead you've been dead 2 years
there were seven reports of soldiers watching you die
Agent-- I lived, don't you know your own brother?
(foot steps around the corner)
Unidentified-- So the Federation faked it? Made you
one of the Specs?
Agent-- Yeah, not as great as they make it sound. How
have you been Nate? Still hanging around here, huh?
Nate-- Yup, never gets old. Flying Blades and eating and sleeping.
Agent-- Small talk aside, I'm going to New Athens. I need
a ride, do you want to come?
Nate-- Hmmm...sounds like an adventure but I won't stick around.
Agent-- Why not?
Nate-- You know why. I'm an operator, not a solider. I can't fight.
Agent-- O.K. little bro... When is takeoff?
Nate-- In five...
He traveled toward the library. BETA tracked the location of the message. Two days later
he reached the library. Peter appeared at the door with a lead pipe. Agent took off his
helmet and greeted the boy.
Agent—Hello, You must be Peter.
Peter—hi, are you from the militia?
Agent—No, I’m not in any military.
Peter—we need to get out of here. I have something the Associates want…
Agent—what do you have?
Peter—Just a bunch of numbers but, I think they are the key to something.
Agent—any ideas?
Peter—I think so, follow me.
They walk through the library to a desk cluttered with books about ancient cities and
structures hidden around the world. Peter flips open the largest book on the table and
reads aloud: “’Sonic ?????- An unknown device of which emits a sonic boom causing
destruction around the planet.’ I think this is what the war is about.”
Agent—Why would you learn all this?
Peter—My dad was killed because of his works to research these artifacts. He gave me these
codes and when the Associates asked he told them to shove it and they tried to kill us.
Agent—I’m sorry to hear that.
Peter—It’s O.K. I just don’t know where I’m gonna go now.
Agent—The little town outside New Athens?
Peter—I don’t have any family around.
BETA—I hate to interrupt but-
Agent—We need to go?
BETA—Yeah…
Agent—O.K.- Come on!
They run…
Peter—What’s going on?!
BETA—Hostile forces nearing the entrance
Peter—How?
Agent—They may have followed me...
Striped of your name and trained to kill
Put a glaze over your eyes and war-forge skill
Suit you in armor and give you a gun
expect you to follow orders but you run
Part of the crew 49 all standing
awaiting the chance to escape the Landing
the machines try to stop you but your to good
your wits are sharp and do what you should
The delta shield scratched into your metal
you can crush the world like a rose petal
you live in a world of lies
but you can change it this time
but you know what you must do
you should fight for what's true
you are the Agent that got away (the only one who has)
Arkansas is your name (the world rests in your grasp)
[90766 Log 005]
7/18 20:38
BETA-- It is nearby now. The ruble ahead blocks your view.
Agent-- Ah, Is it a big building?
BETA-- A fair size, I suppose.
(fiddling of the locks)
Agent-- It's locked. You don't have a key, huh?
BETA-- No. But I have something better.
Agent-- ...
(a shift behind the door. squeak open)
Agent--You did that?
BETA-- Yes. A security measure.
Agent-- I like it. You have proved yourself useful once again
(shouting echoing)
Agent-- Hostile?
BETA-- Hostile forces northwest west.
Agent-- Great... Does this place have a place to hide?
BETA-- No. Before it was a grocery-store.
Agent-- Wonderful. Where is storage?
BETA-- All weapons are stored-
Agent-- Northwest?
BETA-- Yes. Are you familiar with this facility?
Agent-- No I am not.
BETA-- How did you know.
Agent-- Unlucky guess.
(pistol cocked. footsteps)
Agent-- Behind this door?
BETA-- Correct, Sir.
Agent-- You don't trust me.
BETA-- No I do not think you can survive.
Agent-- Nothing I can't handle. I promise.
BETA-- Four, Rank 5 Associates?
Agent-- It would take a thousand to take me down...
Saw No Bra in Arkansas
First lady we ever saw
With now bra from Arkansas
A huge crowd did draw.
Both bosoms were at their best
Of time truly passed its test
As they stood at rest.
Raise up what could cause them to
Like soldiers always new
Short crew cuts should do.
When crew wanted to bail out
Orders they forgot to shout
Now do have much doubt.
While sleeping floor with her broom
In bra there was extra room
Took them to her tomb.
Previous plot did unfold
Which was finally grow old
Did what she was told.
Does that sound like the story
of your life after in the back
receiving a knife.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Agent Arkansas kicked down the bolt lock door. He fired one round and once he was
out of shots he swung back out of the room to reload. The four men started flipping
tables for cover. Agent listened carefully to where they were hiding.
Reload-
Swing around the doorway
Fire-
One-Two-Three
-Missed
Four-Five-Six
-Hit
Return fire
Not one hit
Dive out of the room
Silence before the storm…
Agent waits for the three men left to reload. BETA breaks the quiet by telling him that
he should go while they are reloading.
Ignoring BETA, Agent, cocks his pistol and turns. He starts firing, killing two more-
leaving one left. He moves back behind the wall to reload and shoots one shot into the
last gunman’s chest.
Sitting on front porches, old folks I remember,
in the shade filtered Arkansas heat, spitting snuff into mason jars,
remembering to us the things that happened, when they lived
in that faraway land called “a while ago”
On dusty golden summer Sunday afternoons, Chicken dinners I remember:
After service, at Harmony Baptist Church, seven miles outside town,
snuggled in the trees; graveyard on the far side, baptismal on the near. I remember
creaking porch swings in the cool of the evening, after the sun slipped
down into twilight like a red-hot nickel dropped into the piggy bank of time.
During daylight savings time, vacation time, July lessons I learned.
By country cousins taught – how to drive a team
of mules, the urge of "getup mule" and the easy pull of "whoa". And the secret words,
in mule talk, that more than reins coaxed the shuffling beasts to left or right.
The city boy drove a wagon and team, all the way to the saw mill.
Then Billy Bob would say "Good job", and drive the rig back home.
I am a branch, waving my leaves, in a forest of asphalt and steel.
But, the roots reach deep, down in Sparkman town.
I remember: who I am, where I come from, who my people are-
Papa Ed and Uncle Joseph; Mama Ginny and old Paw Paw
Grown urban smooth and city cool, I remember still-
both my gee and haw.
BETA—Get your munitions. Transmissions state your location. Defense will be here in
approx five minutes.
Agent—Thanks, it’s time to leave.
BETA—Good idea.
BETA alarmed Agent of an Associate vehicle in the next room. Agent charges into the
garage to find a large military green pick-up truck. They jumped in and roared the
engine. As they drove down the inner driveway, and crashed through the door to
outside, BETA give the nearest “safe” point. They drove toward the outskirts of the city
hoping for safety. The reach a small village and stop to rest.
BETA—The locals here are anti-war people. We may have a chance to stay the night.
Agent— Sure- Is there a place to stay?
BETA— There is a town terminal a block down. That should give you information about
a place to sleep.
Agent— A terminal? Why would I use a terminal?
BETA— It provides info about anything in the area. Like a computer.
Agent—I know what it is. I want to know, why you don’t know if there is a place to
stay?
BETA—I’m not programmed to things that are not war-related
Agent—O.K. lets move…
-In these times most towns with a high enough population have a sheltered place
where there are terminals or computers that have maps and other things for travel and
such-
Agent gets back in the truck and started down the road toward the center of town.
BETA directed him to the building he was searching for.
[90766 Log 002]
7/18 19:13
BETA-- Altitude is reaching maximum height.
Agent-- It's alright. Nate knows what he's doing.
BETA-- Altitude Red: Critical. I recommend decreasing
immediately.
Agent-- Nate? A.I. says your going to high.
Nate-- It's o.k. he's just cranky 'cause he's been in here
for three hours
Agent-- He doesn't get "cranky"
Nate-- This Blade is rigged for higher alt. it can go to the
moon at this point.
Agent-- Can it get us to New Athens?
Nate-- Always doubting me, relax I can see it from here.
Ten minutes to touchdown, alright?
Agent-- Sounds good.
BETA-- Is he a Federation licensed pilot? I can not find his
record file.
Agent-- You may have to look under "Discharged Operator"
BETA-- Discharged! This is not legal at all.
Agent-- That's why I didn't want to tell you.
Nate-- So what A.I. did you get? V2 or V3?
Agent-- Four-Point-Four
Nate-- What! You got a trail bot!
Agent-- No I got to keep it...
Nate-- What where they experimenting?
Agent-- O.O.B
Nate-- Oh, that sounds better than V2...
Agent-- It's less lonley
Nate-- Out Of Body AIs always are.
BETA-- I believe we have arrived
Agent-- Yes we have...