Best Bibbed Poems

"Small Mutinies"



So what if my point of view
is not that which wraps 
you in comfortably warm
fluffed-up silky 
cashmere blankets 
of insecure insincerity
simple scribbles 
bleating from the 
chirping crickets 
and frog croaking
symphonies 
muddying waters
cutting pristine lines 
of thought
gunpowder glorious 
lit fuses 
and temporary trip wires
while woolly...

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It’s the beginning of best tinker week! Get up! Let’s go! Wake up! Come on!
The rest of the family has already gone!
I jump out of bed, excited of course, who will be the fastest? The best at the fix?

We dash up to the town square,...

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He had on his bibbed overalls, and his red kerchief.
Finally found his worn straw hat, with great relief.
Headed out on the water with a wave and a wish.
Heard plenty of bass making a splash or a swish.

Good luck! Said his girl, who refused to go.
She...

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I can close my eyes, and see
Her gentle, weathered face, 
Hair pulled back into a wispy bun
Grey around the temples, crinkles around the eyes
A bibbed apron, fastened with two safety pins 
To the top of her dress
That apron, which throughout the day
Served as a place...

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Everyone has a childhood witch.  Mine was Florence.  I would run and hide when she walked past our house, stooped over, staring at the sidewalk.
Her hair was an ugly gray color, held away from her face by a man’s hat, and she looked...

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I thought it was oh so nice that Lady Florence Artifice lived in her house with goats. 
She dressed in overalls of a man, with layers of bibbed overalls, dresses and coats
There was no other livestock in our neighborhood, but I thought inside was really...

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Nothing is more beautiful than the Tennessee Mountains in the fall.
Breathtakingly beautiful, a magical forest of golden, yellow and oranges.
Charming roadside stands, antique malls, and pumpkin farmers greet you.
Bibbed overalls are the norm, but no one holds your Nikes against you.

The friendliness of Tennessee will...

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hllbilly hoe down
hard piece of straw in each mouth
bibbed overall dance

banjos and fiddles
potluck of fancy desserts
arkansas ham hocks

hound dogs on the porch
homemade corn liquor from gramps
square dancing parents

loud bluegrass music
pink taffy pull for the kids
toothless grandmothers...

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She was a crazy old coot of a woman; most of us made fun of her.
Not in front of her face, we were socialized. But behind her back, watch out.
Story was that she lived with goats. She never went anywhere without one.

Her name was Florence....

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