Best Newport Poems

Newport Folk Festival 1965.

 Behind the mirror is where we all
Tend to lurk,
Suffering through the pain of glass.

No one likes change,
Sometimes it is almost viewed...

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Riding the rail cargo
blue sky's virgin eyes
suddenly a ride on the wild side.
Consumed like a passionate love affair
first sneaking around then a box unbarred.
There were...

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There ain’t no two ways about it man, 
it just has to be because of you.

Before you came along we could do, 
about anything we...

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Oregon Coast Vacation

My heart yearns for a place of peaceful desire
A place where the impulse of adventure will entice
Florence, Newport, and Yachats Oregon Coast where...

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Twas the night before Christmas
And try as I may
I’d never be done
By the break of next day.

The stockings weren’t hung
Hell, they weren’t even knit
And the...

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A young gentlemen named Grant Cragnell
Sought debauchery in Newport Pagnell
He got terribly drunk
Before sharing his bunk
With a midget and a brown cocker spaniel...

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MY BUCKET LIST

Years and years ago, I made a bucket list.
I looked everywhere and could not find it.
I don’t remember everything I listed,
so it’s time...

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I spit game proper, like a pro-batter, I got the right stroke
I work deals, like it's Black-Friday, I'm far from broke
I can't help but make...

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we're drinking Mad Dog
outside Seven Eleven
when in Newport News...

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She was a strip dancer named Shuga Shoes,

   Who did gigs in a pub in Newport News.

      'Twas...

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there are places and people in America 
that are scared to death
of looking old and growing older 
where a new wrinkle or two when found...

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VIEW FROM THE BRIDGE

From the bridge, track the ghosts of line, goods yard, Old Town Station 
Where we lingered and noted the numbers of each...

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ship was almost bare'
Christmas Nineteen-Eighty-Three
Newport News dry dock
time was three A.M
there was a flooding somewhere
inport  fire party
disaster no more
duty section back to sleep
no elves...

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Left my computer on 
Grabbed the keys off my desk
Packed up the RV
And we headed out West

We grabbed some snacks
Toys, clothes and some cash
turned out...

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there are places and people in America that are scared to death
 of looking old and growing older 
where a new wrinkle or two when...

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