Best Georgia Poems
The sensitive strokes of Georgia O'Keeffe's brush
have aroused in sweet pea petals, a tender pink blush
In these ruffled labian folds, painted as a fragile flower
buds beget blooms in their feminine garden bower
When he told me he didn’t want our baby
I snapped you see went a little crazy
How dare you look into my Black Excalibur eyes
And walk away carefree leaving lies
Heartbroken maybe it was deeper than
Word I can find to describe such a man
I couldn’t be happy not knowing this
Or could I all nappy run that back sis
Sitting at the clinic in a Georgia town
Alone with my baby in my belly brown
I knew I couldn’t do it cut it’s life short
Crying nurses soothing I didn’t abort
But my son still paid the price it’s sad
For in his life was a reluctant dad
Who never did anything no gifts no visits
Heartbreaking for him making me livid
Be careful who you walk away from
One day you will need your son
scant moon -
lullaby’s a whisper.
sleeps soon,
after mother’s kissed her.
moon high,
over dusk-hue passion.
I sigh
with twilight’s compassion.
peeking
between the pines, her eyes
streaking.
winsome drive - crescent dives.
descent,
of what’s left, of the moon.
advent
of season, coming soon.
Christmas,
aft will bring a moon, black.
snow sass
in cul de sac.
Georgia peach dusk
beyond blue and cloudy skies
a bodacious kiss
won with a Southern accent
a drawl that draws one's eyes up
Haiku one of my first poems on soup
rattlesnake
Georgia rattlesnake
venomous dangerous foe
hidden in garden
A Rattlesnake In Georgia
Metamorph Revision
To the herb garden meandered
Some squash needed picking
Gloved hands and a six inch long blade
No thoughts of snake sticking
Rockie our Rat Terrier pet
Jumped 'pon retainer wall
Then back down as fast as lightning
The snake did forward crawl
Putting some herbs in the basket.
Out of corner of eye
Something in a flash moved
'Twas a snake going by
Looked like a rat snake mixed in straw
"Twas a Copperhead then
Sticking him with my blade so hard
He crawled off, coiled just when
I thought I had him conquered_ he
Rattled, raised up, fangs showed
Backing off out of reach, gave thought
When he dropped, my blade goad
He crawled off injured; Hope he died
I didn't want him to strike
At unprepared family member
Enemy still dislike
Inspired by:
Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Metamorph
The form is similar to Quatrain but not exactly.
It is a form used by Emily Dickinson in many of her poems.
It is a type of Poulter's measure.
It is 8,6,8,6 with the six rhyming.
Verse is a stanza of a poem so these are stanzas or I can change it to Quatrain..
I went to Georgia without my bonjo in my hand
I knew it would be great after I landed and took a stand
I told them my name and they asked, "What's your fame?"
I reached for my muse and turned it loose like a goose
They straightened their ties and said “O’ me, O’ my!”
“We made a mistake about this poetic rhyming guy!”
Someone handed me a bonjo and they all joined the tango
My muse had its way and we had a wonderful stay
As we departed for home they started to sing,
“Hurry back poet, may your muse give you wings!”
© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 12/31/08
All Rights Reserved, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
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Dear Southern Gals
Savannah - oh honey
You beautiful Belle
Your locks long and loose
And silver as well
Muted mementos
Of suffering of pain
Of tears you have wept
Long rivers of rain
Georgia - oh honey
You dear southern Belle
Your story is cruel
And shameful as well
Your tresses have witnessed
In somber green gray
The heartbreak the pain
The ship of that day
Oh Savannah oh Georgia
You dear Southern Belles
We hear you forever
Plead guilty as well
Now savour your beauty
The new dawn can’t wait
Start combing your hair
It’s time for a braid
Nicole de Jager April 2018
Heap
of leaves,
fluttering.
There is no rain
to restrain their act.
Blustery winds
animate;
backyard
drift.
the wagon’s resting
amidst the shining jade moss —
a ruby jewel
1/7/2019
AUTUMN IN GEORGIA
If you have never been to Georgia
You just may never see
Any thing more beautiful
Than a lane of autumn trees
There's nothing quite as picturesque
As the scenery you see here
That is why my roots run deep
No place could be so dear
Yes, Hawaii has its islands
Each with a beauty so renown
But they don't compare in loveliness
To an Autumn drive outside a Georgia town
The landscape is serene and peaceful
Breathtaking to behold
You'll be so glad you visited here
And the scenes that will unfold
So don't forget to take pictures
Or you may soon forget
The gorgeous sights your eyes beheld
And the friendly folks you met
Curtis Moorman
24 July 2019
She Such A Ravishing Sweet Georgia Peach
I at naked horror of truth laid bare
loved her, beauty with long raven hair,
that magnificent grace of her sweet soul
those long, curly tresses blacker than coal
yet such a goddess was beyond my reach,
she such a ravishing sweet Georgia peach!
I once found the courage to ask her out
to taker her to the fair, show her about
sadly she was that day flying abroad
twas' Fate or else a timing most flawed
kissing me soft as she walked away
saying, for thy soul I shall this day pray!
I at naked horror of truth laid bare.
Loved her, beauty with long raven hair.
R.J. Lindley, Sept 9th. 1979
Sonnet, ( She of majestic beauty, kindness and grace )
Old Note:
(Fate continues its war upon this struggling soul)
New Note:
Fate and I have fiercely battled for well over 50 years
All through those years, I've suffered heartaches and tears
Yet a blessed and deserved recompense finally at last came
Now aged and a bit wiser, this declawed lion 'tis truly tame.
"GEORGIA"
FREEDOM
is being
"YOU"
without
anyone
else's
permission...
LOVE,
your
Mother
3/2/18
A Georgia peach
Nourishes the body and soul
Beauty and good food
Thinking a sleeping owl perched on a rail in late afternoon would never notice
As I tried to pet its delicate feathers, to touch its chestnut brown grayish-ness
The Okefenokee Swamp owl bit me in 1973
Returning I thought as a symbol in 1986
Taking the place of wisdom
The owl returned with its question—
How do you like it that I have wakened you
up tonight and frightened you?
The cadence of the knell on the wind Lord
Has folk peering from windows and doors
A reminder of fickle mortality
Peals forlornly, for whom the bell tolls
The screams of the Angels, are deafening
Those with the conscience to hear
Dark Winter, cuts colder than ice
Unfolding, the fear of all fears
Media controlled information
Has us fighting brother to brother
As the puppeteers pull on our heartstrings
An Orwellian surrogate mother
Totalitarian terror prevails
An Agenda to meet, time is flying
Denver Airports Time-capsule, historic
Egomaniacs prayers to the dying
Positions of power are key
Those appointed are elitely chosen
Merchants of Venice they’d shame
Like iniquitous embryos, frozen
World Health Organization, instruction
To quell conscientious objectors
Mouth the words of the purse-handlers credo
The beneficiaries, monied investors
The greatest good for the greatest of numbers
Bantham cries, from the crest of his pew
Utilitarian logic prevails
Though, decisions are made by the few
Get in line, live your days in your cells
As we gather the troops to protect you
Martial Law looms, incessantly closer
For your safety we’ll need to inject you
The corruptive, are those with the power
Wielding deaths sword, resolutely
Political towers of Babel
Where power corrupts absolutely
In a World of pandemic paranhoia
The essential works, deemed to be crucial
Are the implementation of towers
Beaming Signals of Sorrow, so brutal
A virus is only a name, you see
It was never a death causal factor
Electromagnetic technology
Is the key to the virul reactor
Big Brothers got one million eyes
And a chip, for to go where e’er you go
No crock of gold’s waiting out there
Hid beneath, ‘An Invisible Rainbow’