Best Merle Poems

The first thing I remember hearing 
Was a car radio with a country song playing
A man singing while my mom was steering 
A song about...

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My soul understood Lynyrd Skynyrd
Like Ronnie I had monkeys to
Just simple boys chasing life’s joys
With our needles playing our blues

My soul understood Pink Floyd
For I...

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The trill under the
morning star
rings out a gusto
and vivacious song.
Oh! Sweet merle your irrepressible melody
defies all that is logic, the chill piercing morning
still only an...

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What could be better than birds, my friends,
To put our heads straight,
What could be better than listening to this melody ?
The blackbird invites us to...

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She told it this way.....

He said...San Francisco......
Then up to Mendocino
I said...can I go
He said...I guess you can

'Cause, long since Albuquerque
That's when he first hurt me
My...

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Country isn't country anymore
Every time I listen, I get a little sore
They forgot about the trains
Mama's eyes and summer rains
Daddy's hands and growing pains
Country isn't...

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The eminent breeze slips through the trees,
multitudes of scrawny fingers guided by stout limbs,
conducts the aria.

the trill of daybreak
whilst the morning star shines bright
the moon...

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You’re not real deep as rivers go
You’re really not that wide
When it comes to my feelings of you
They’re feelings I just can’t hide

Through giant boulders...

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Woke up this morning to dirty dishes and fly’s in the kitchen.  It was raining outside.  Raining hammers and nails.  I heard...

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Take This Stinking Keyboard And Shove It
(Tribute to Johnny Paycheck)


Take this stinking keyboard and shove it
I ain't awritin' here no damn more.
Gone is my inspiration,...

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"50 Words for Poe: Blue Skies"



She was dressed to kill
Hot like a blazing Australian Bushfire
She crackled with heat as she
sashayed through the entrance
like Summer towards...

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March 1985.
The God-voice had been yelling at me to go to the library since I got the third child bathed and in bed,
And I had...

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Where is William Earl Davis?
He was one of my best friends growing up
From first grade to twelve grade
Where are you William Earl?
You whom nickname was...

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In a window down on Main St.
Sits an old pawn shop guitar
Its strings are like a slinky
And its finish has been marred

But when a dreamer...

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The Red Devil, Bronco Johnson in 75

I lived in Morningside, moved in a massage parlor girl
2 kids a Kangaroo dog and a white rat called...

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