Best Dickey Poems
A best-selling song was recorded by Mark Dinning.
In a string of sad songs, this was just the beginning.
In 1960, the lyrics conveyed teary eyes.
“Teen Angel” was a big hit, and it was no surprise.
Many sad songs followed this one up the Billboard charts.
Their lyrics described death and tragedy, breaking hearts.
“Tell Laura I Love Her” was sung by Ray Peterson.
Another great song was “Last Kiss” by J. Frank Wilson.
We have to include “Big John” produced by Jimmy Dean.
Some more great tragic songs made their presence on the scene.
“Ringo” was recorded by Bonanza’s own Lorne Greene.
“Dead Man’s Curve” earned a gold record for both Jan and Dean.
The Shangri-La’s song “Leader of the Pack” joined others.
There was “Ebony Eyes” by the Everly Brothers.
Two tragic melodies delivered by Dickey Lee
were the gold recordings titled “Patches” and “Laurie”.
That was not the end, for in ‘68 came “Honey”.
This was a number one hit so many got to know.
It became the best effort by Bobby Goldsboro.
However, during this time, not all songs sounded sad.
A few melodies came around that were not that bad.
Among the tragic ballads that were a plethora
was the novel song, Allan Sherman’s “Camp Granada”.
My favorite non-tragic melody one would sing
was the late Bob Luman’s hit “Let’s Think About Living”.
I really believe everything would have been so nice
if only more people heeded Bob Luman’s advice!
Categories:
dickey, history, musicsong, sad, song,
Form:
Rhyme
The New York Yankees have made winning a tradition.
They’ve won for years despite periodic transition.
Since the twenties, the Yankees have won many a game.
Their yearly teams had many players achieving fame.
The most successful team in history is the truth
The twenties decade started out with men like Babe Ruth,
Bob Meusel, Tony Lazzeri, Joe Dugan, Mark Koenig,
Waite Hoyt, Red Ruffing, Lefty Gomez, and Lou Gehrig,
The thirties and forties brought some continued progress,
and it continued into the fifties with success.
There was Bill Dickey, Tommy Henreich, Snuffy Stirnweiss,
Allie Reynolds, Vic Rashi, and Joe DiMaggio.
There was Yogi Berra, Hank Bauer, Phil Rizzuto.
Many more players followed having such great prowess,
Mickey Mantle, Elston Howard, and Roger Maris.
They were full of stars that would win many an award,
with Ed Lopat, Mel Stottlemyre, and Whitey Ford.
There was a short dry spell for some years in the sixties,
but they came back with great players in the seventies.
Having Ron Guidry, Willie Randolph, Reggie Jackson,
Roy White, Bucky Dent, Graig Nettles, and Thurman Munson.
The Bronx Bombers’ tradition continues to today.
Modern-day teams are formidable in every way.
Go see them play at Yankee Stadium night or day.
Categories:
dickey, dedication, sports
Form:
Rhyme
I knew of a guy called Dickey
Whose life became rather tricky
When he kissed the girls
They left pretty burls
Never showing us his hidden hickeys
Categories:
dickey, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend
Form:
Limerick
The street
my beat
My job
not odd
Tricky
Dickey
Harry
Larry
And Tom
my John
Got laid
Get paid
In room
No bloom
Just bed
for head
Up down
around
Up down
around
Up down
around
A nut
my gut
My John
is done
His sperm
A germ
S T
and D
No cure
Not sure
Baby
Maybe
Abort
this sort
End life
With knife
A need
to bleed
The pain
Insane
They die
Hear cry
Can't think
Take drink
Can see
Baby
I try
To die
More pain
I gain
Can't hid
seek guide
Oh well
Must tell
I'm bent
Repent
His grace
Seek face
My dread
He shed
A flood
His blood
For me
Set free
This mess
He blessed
Now live
Forgive
I care
will share
Story
Glory
To save
a babe
Penned 4/16/2015 3:30p.m.
Categories:
dickey, baby, body, forgiveness, inspiration,
Form:
Footle
Dickey Doo is overdue.
Through this town, his train is passing through.
His sweetheart wants him back again.
However, there’s a slow locomotive at the front of the train.
As he hears the wheels go click-clack click-clack,
he impatiently wants to get his woman back.
The pace of his transportation is not that great.
I don’t blame him for not liking to wait.
Categories:
dickey, love, travel,
Form:
Rhyme
I know a certain event has you feeling down.
There was a sudden death of a girl in town.
She was floating in the river past the coal yard.
You took your neighbor’s words quite hard.
Gossip flourishes in this old shanty village.
Living in this place is hardly a privilege.
Rumors have it you were in love with this girl.
Among the lumps of coal, she was a pearl.
Her parents hated you, and yours despised her.
They never wanted to see you together.
You attempted to see her. I know you tried.
She thought she lost you, and it led to her suicide.
It is quite unfortunate that “Patches” is now gone.
Do not take your own life. You need to carry on.
Based on the hit song of yesteryear "Patches" by Dickey Lee
Categories:
dickey, death, hope, lost love
Form:
Rhyme
It's not 1948, Pepsi in paper cups,
foot-long hot dogs, window trays at fast-
food drive ins, and outdoor movies,
getting each other going in the back seat
of a Dodge. It's the front seat of your Honda
after beers in the parking lot of a midtown
bookstore where the local public access
TV crew tries to prove poetry alive and well
in this part of the Deep South, miles from
Flannery's wise blood, Faulkner's small town
square, the spirits, demons and dulcimers
of that pied piper, James Dickey, who might
have approved of us, might have said Yes!
Go for it! and for twenty ecstatic minutes,
we did. Now, in the charged air of chance
meetings, you ask, "Shall we ever?" and
I fall back into twenty minutes of
paradise--their immortal possibilities.
Categories:
dickey, lost love, love
Form:
Blank verse
POETRY VIRGIN
I am a poetry virgin - I’ve
Never taken Shakespeare to bed
Or been read a hot Winter’s Tale.
I’ve never been Wilde with Oscar,
Never seen any of E E Cummings (or goings).
Thadly, I haven’t enjoyed thex with Thylvia Plath.
These are poets, and know it, but can they do it?
Was Longfellow aptly named by lovers?
Was Thomas really as Hardy as they say?
What was Willy Wordsworth? Not much?
I’d like to try Robert - ( but oh, Burns on the rug ).
I’ll bet Arna could show me a Bontemps ,
And John Betjeman - I’ll bet you, man.
But I’d worry about who has Stephen Dunn.
Oh well. Next time I need a bit of James Dickey
I’ll just close my eyes and think of Gerald England
Categories:
dickey,
Form:
Free verse
I packed my plaid valise
For a journey from the past.
I didn’t know exactly
Just how long my trip would last.
On my feet were comfy saddles,
On my neck my favorite dickey.
I was thirsty so I bought myself
A tall and cool lime rickey.
Though I’d miss my new Victrola,
My transistor was along.
I could listen to the Good Guys
When they played my favorite song.
On the bus ride to the subway,
As my driver gave me change,
I saw he was chewing Sen-Sen
And I thought it kind of strange.
Near the subway I got pizza
At the special lunchtime price –
Just a quarter for a soda
And a dripping-oil slice.
Then I used a dime and nickel,
Got my token for the train;
Caught my stockings on the wicker seats-
Man, is that a pain!
As I started my excursion,
Leaving all I knew behind,
I was filled with awe and wonder
At the future that I’d find.
But a tiny nagging feeling
Made me question my whole trip,
For there might be certain changes
That could make me lose my grip.
Then I settled in, deciding
I would simply wait and see.
After all, it’s just the future,
And how different could it be?
Categories:
dickey, nostalgia, me, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Her hip was decidedly dickey
She was not as flexible as before
Various joints were complaining
She had trouble getting up from the floor
She was not as young as she was
Bits of her were definitely aging
Inside she didn't feel any different
But the outside was certainly fading
So it was time to get some help
It was time to stop mucking around
Before her get up and go had gone
Some form of exercise had to be found
Yoga seemed the logical choice
She welcomed it with warm embrace
Soon she would feel twenty again
Dream on! If only that were the case
The poses were near on impossible
With names like ‘warrior’, ‘pigeon’ and ‘tree’
Every muscle she possessed rebelled
She desperately wanted to flee
Would anyone notice if she left?
Could she creep out the door unseen?
Thankful for a moment’s distraction
She speedily fled from the scene
So if she wasn't going to exercise
In order to be able to rise and shine
She was just going have to live with it
And drink a helluva lot of wine
Categories:
dickey, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
J-ust
A-ppreciate
M-y
E-ssential
S-entence
D-elightedly
I-nterpreting
C-omposition's
K-nowledge
E-very
Y-ear
Topic: Birthday of poet James Dickey (February 02)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
dickey, birthday, poets,
Form:
Acrostic
Died so young at the age of only fifty nine
His literary works will be his eternal shrine
Suspense and mystery on every written page
African-Americans took the centre stage
Thirty novels the talented Eric Dickey wrote
When it comes to writing he gets my vote
Milk in my coffee and Cheaters to name but two
Check out his work that's what I ask of you
A storyteller extraordinaire is high praise indeed
His books my friend are well worth a read
Being laid off from work a blessing in disguise
RIP Eric Dickey one of literatures good guys
Categories:
dickey, america, books, creation,
Form:
Rhyme