Best Sorghum Poems

The moon is bright, and the chores are done
Tonight's the night to have some fun!

The harvest in, calls for a night's hell-raisin'
Take me out in...

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In the midst of fiery crises
I miss cool, shady oases
O, Fountain, spring forth your fresh water
revive my land to evergreen

O, Abdim's storks, will you perch...

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[This is an advanced version of a poem
that I wrote on the 5th of February 
2008,
titled "The 15th of June" in
commemoration to my late 
Grandmother,
Jane...

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It tastes like heaven, with dripping cheese,
Pizza tempts me like sorghum does bees.
Mouth is overwhelmed by the deliciousness,
I am completely allured by the lusciousness.
Delectable, scrumptious,...

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The end dear friend is just the entry and he pointed, but he never meant me, it was the old man sat inside me that...

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(after Giosue Carducci)

I dreamed of gentle things. My freshman year, 
a room where sun poured in, freedom from books, 
the thundering carts on cobbles in...

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In his day he came riding on a colt
As he came by a unique name called Christ
His life spiced the world with eternal salt
And made...

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Gods of my Birthwaters
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in
my soul) I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go with me)...

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As I walked through the valley of shadows
A west wind kicked up leaves all around
But the ground had an absence of shadows
Moon and stars were...

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The fall of sixty-three, an incongruity!
I saw myself on a Queen's float, a title rare -
"Miss Sorghum" of our Hancock County fair.
I aced the talent...

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To my hometown of the sixties, I plunge in reverie,
recalling where I found myself in nineteen sixty-three.

Each fall, the biggest thing going  - was...

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Fun fact ...got a birth mark the size and color of a watermelon seed on the right lower cheek of my butt.
Hence my theme song...

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that indian, he ain't come to town
still, summer's started windin' down
you can feel it in the air some how 
this season's seasoning, time to avow

do...

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The fall of sixty-three, I envisioned myself
"Miss Sorghum" of our Hancock County Fair.

I aced the talent phase on piano
but needed practice crossing a makeshift stage...

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Indefinite infinite confused calm why I'm rambling on cathartic release from a rebellious thorn bloom bloom says he I don't know feelings spinning sprinkling doubt...

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