Best Dixie Poems

A land unto its own as old as dirt
Condemned by voguish northern state of mind
This realm you'd be hard-pressed to disconcert
Though his'try would prefer it...

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Dixie was a little bird
Who flew from tree to tree
With bright blue eyes
And feathers gold
She was a site to see.

From tree to tree
And branch to...

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I started sucking my thumb until it looked like a plumb
Things didn't feel any better so I poured a glass of rum
Some will imagine I'm...

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I wish I had the balls to tell them how I really felt
Hey, wait a minute...I do, I'm a man, it's what I've been dealt...

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“We were born before the wind”
  Held by angels and given wings
  To fly this world ephemeral...

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GROGGY BEDHEAD NO COFFEE SHUT THE BLINDS .... PRESIDENTIAL NO GOOD CHOICES TELIVISION SIGNAL GLITCH SMEAR ART CAMPAIGN... LATE NIGHT REHEATED RERUN RETWEEKED RETWEETED MORNING...

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Jack was sitting poker faced 
With bullets backed by bitches.
Neal hunched at the wheel 
Puttin everyone in stitches.
He was braggin 'bout 
This nurse he'd screwed,...

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Grant me pancakes trolleys
Rocket-fueled swingsets
Marmalade mountains
with high-crusting cream.
Seattle strings its polite passers
Among misting choirs of clouds,
So begging I go for dixie cups of chili
Steaming block...

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walk me through old memories
days when true love came to be
take me down an old backroad
on a two lane highway fantasy

and paint the picture of...

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So many voices, some pulling, others pushing, one spearing.
I feel the spear, and know she will not stop until I acknowledge her
What is it? 
What...

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windblown skittering
across the quick frozen pond
pirouetting leaves


Survivalist's toast
whiskey in a Dixie cup
spirits on the prowl


sunrise de-icing
geese rising upon the wind
silence coats the pond


a  squirrel...

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What My Day Was Like And Why My Feet Are Sore

I walk with lead bricks tied to my feet, 
down this trail into oblivion.
gasping at...

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Louis Armstrong …
a class by himself
Not Dixie or Jazz
but much deeper felt

Growing better with age
his music enthralls
If fourteen or forty
his melodies call

Both Ella and Ray
are...

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Copyright © 2015
07.2.2015
Edited: 7/8 - 7:48pm


Symbols of Southern and Northern pride
  on both sides who lived and died

An American story
  a clash for...

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Nigh on sixty years ago this Yankee from the State of Indiana,
Wed a lovely Confederate lass from the State of Louisiana!
I thought I knew her...

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