Best Southerners Poems
chances of me leaving home
chances of me donning blues
chances of me wearing a flight suit
chances of me being chosen
to carry the sports flag
chances of me staying
what chance do I have to find love
chances of living a life apart
from what I had known
chances of being whistled at by ships
chances of the greatest adventure of my life
chances of boogie boarding the Pacific
chances of kittens
yes, kittens…mom wasn’t a fan
chances of tempura and teriyaki
chances of children in muumuus and leis
chances of sunshine and rainy season days
chances motor pedaling a bit far away
what we won’t do when we are pinch-cheek young
chances of wading, submerging, merging
with (parrot- butterfly- trigger- trumpet- ) fish; and tangs
chances of Hanauma reef and frozen peas
chances of being half a world away
chances of my son finding love in Guam
chances of my daughters marrying Southerners
chances of happiness
chances of me leaving home
Oh that I could speak with the Northern Lights,
And commune with the Spirits therein.
Or dance to the tunes of the Arctic wastes,
Return to a life - sanguine.
Oh that I might commune with Wolf and Bear,
And hear of the tales they could tell!
To share their life in the cold barren North
Which Southerners think of as Hell!
Oh to swim neath the ice of the Arctic seas,
And fish with the leopard seal:
To cavort with Orca the Killer Whale,
On a hunt for his daily meal!
Oh that I could bask in the Midnight Sun,
With a Walrus taking its ease:
Or soar with an Eagle through ice blue skies,
On a flight to wherever it please!
Oh that I could run with the Caribou,
Or watch the Musk Oxen grazing.
That stoically stand with backs to the storm,
And show patience most amazing!
Oh that I could play with Sea Otter pups,
Or feast on the flesh of a clam.
Or watch a litter of Arctic Fox cubs,
Play close by their vigilant dam.
Oh that I could see flocks of Geese and Ducks
That feed on the lush Arctic grass.
Or to quench my thirst from waters cold,
That flow from an icy crevasse!
Oh that I could return to that pristine land,
Which my anguished heart calls home
To the land where I was born and raised,
That calls to wherever I roam!
Oh ‘tis true, my travels of far and wide
Have shown me worldly delights,
But the Arctic is where I’d rather be,
Under the glow of the Northern Lights!
Rhymer.
All Around South Had To Hike
All around South did have to hike,
And every single bit of it did like,
To bare bone,
When alone,
Even riding trike when a little tyke.
Jim Horn
Crab with conch and zucchini and okra.
Sound familiar? Some guy said that
grits are not as good as they used to
be. Probably forgot to put butter on
them. Remember Gullah culture and
Charleston River Dogs and Savannah
Southerners baseball team.
Have you ever heard of Huck's in
Charleston before?
Suddenly it looks misty
and cloudy.
A miasma of our duplicitous past
Is hanging over the Niger.
Blowing down from the polar.
It looks like rain again.
Rain again,
Whoever wants it to rain again.
Who is it that taught you
Such mendacity:
You were "born to rule"?
Whoever lied to you that
The more southerners you killed
Or the more churches you bombed,
The more virgins you will be
entitled to in heaven?
Whoever told them
We can not match their missiles or
Even quench their fires
With the waters we have in the khamsin?
It looks like a storm again
But we no longer use machetes.
They appear to be ready;
Chanting their war songs.
But we pray not for this impending rain of blood.
Utterly cold waters for two southerners from Oslo.
They take our breath away when swimming.
The land of the midnight sun and the gorgeous
Aurora lights are featured at Uttakleiv Beach.
Kept our eyes open too for unusual sights at
Lofoten Islands in northern Norway.
Eye of the Dragon was one showpiece - a most
Intriguing natural rock formation -
Visibly impressive, virtually unmatched.
Both my wife Nora and I, have our bucket lists.
Each of us have longed to visit our northernmost
Arctic Circle area and its famous fjords.
Colossal - the Trollfjordan near Lofoten which
Hails as the best holiday site ever in Norway.
April 12, 2023
If I had lived yesterday
in that chaotic world echoing
of Gatling guns shots and canon blasts,
I would have made a difference:
hate and prejudice would have not prevailed,
and power wouldn't have been abused;
from History's records, we know that even
when Jesus lived it wasn't that peaceful!
During the American Civil war,
Northerners fought Southerners...
did they hear Scarlet's desperation,
or the moaning of her loss as war went on?
And for sometime, it had become
a modus vivendi she couldn't change.
Let's return to the stark reality of the present:
have we noted some drastic changes
in Government and social behavior?
Yes, it has given us more liberty,
but another war has shattered many hopes
of ever seeing peace as blood continues to be shed...
while nations arm themselves to their teeth!
How can we welcome those winds of change and feel safe,
if we tell our children that danger still exists?
And has society been kinder and more caring?
Obscenity, teen sex, violence, greed, vulgarity
and exploited sexuality are being condoned by many;
we wouldn't be that cool if we didn't use obscene words,
and worst of all, we are called hermits or asexual
if we abstain from sex to prevent those sexual diseases!
Is this rebellion, or a trend of the new generation?
Having unprotected sex, making babies,
laying the burden on their Government that's fighting
a terrorist war? Do we seen any future
for these lost kids who imitate the habits of their parents?
Blame them? Ah! Lots of things would be changed,
if they turned to God and ask for His guidance!
And to end my visceral narrative, I shamefully confess,
" I hate to live in this loathsome age of greed!"
SOUTHERNERS REMEMBER
Southern folks remember when
All of the stores in town
(except maybe a few gas stations )
Closed on Sundays...
Everyone went to church
And the preacher was always invited
To someone's house to eat after services.
We remember when
Cars pulled off to the side of the road
As a funeral procession passed...
And when the whole "village"
Really DID help raise the child .
2012 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
from My Magnolia Memories and Musings
#southern #southernpoems #southernculture
Lincoln elected to Congress in 1846
Kennedy elected to Congress in 1946
Lincoln elected President in 1860
Kennedy elected President in 1960
Lincoln's secretary named Kennedy
Kennedy's Secretary named Lincoln
Both concerned with Civil Rights
Both lost children in White House
Both shot on a Friday in the Head
Lincoln shot at the theater named Ford
Kennedy shot in a car called ' Lincoln ' made by Ford
Lincoln shot in a theater and his assassin ran and hid in a warehouse
Kennedy shot from a warehouse and his assassin ran and hid in a theater
Both assassinated by Southerners
Both assassins were known by their three names
Both names are composed of fifteen letters
John Wilkes Booth born in 1839
Lee Harvey Oswald born in 1939
Booth and Oswald assassinated before their trials
Both succeeded by Southerners named Johnson
Andrew Johnson born in 1808
Lyndon Johnson born in 1908
A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe , Maryland
A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe
"History Repeats and also Manipulates Itself" - Hence Proved
Bring down the curtain on this stage
to avoid shouts of dissent and rage:
favoritism is a terrible thought so appalling;
the worthiness of honor is to be deserving!
How perfidious and how cruel a city can be,
never amending itself and redeem its conscience,
never admitting it was the cause of all pain,
of all grief: soldiers burning towns down and raping women;
did their royalty to a vicious king bring them peace?
Many ships anchored in the harbor of a turbulent sea...
to invade a free land made up of people of goodwill,
who could stop soldiers that were ordered to pillage and kill?
Bring down the curtain on this stage
to avoid the shouts of dissent and rage;
favoritism is a terrible thought so appalling:
the worthiness of honor is to be deserving!
Turin lays beneath the Alps where Southerners rebels
were held in a huge prison of misery, cold and endless agony;
they knew they would die never seeing their adored land again!
Turin has a museum of horrors where skulls and faces
of the dead are displayed and the hurried passerby stares
and doesn't realize that human beings aren't objects of derision!
Turin, brutal Turin, can you wash
the guilt away and retain the bloody hands
of the crimes you committed stealing a treasure belonging
to people who earned it with the sweat
of their foreheads until the blaring sun went down?
Turin, cruel Turin shut down the museum of the horrors,
look deep down and earnestly ask
for forgiveness without stirring any doubt;
it's the only way to redeem yourself and not frown,
and finally, make peace with the South!
Bring down the curtain on this stage
to avoid the shouts of dissent and rage;
favoritism is a horrible thought so appalling:
the worthiness of honor is to be deserving!
I can smell the seasons change in the land I was born piercing my soul. I can taste the flavor of the rain from inside looking out the window on stormy dayz. Memories of my childhood when I explored and played. Honey suckles, plum trees, red clay running though my veins and bloodline. Pollen season pollenating vegetation, colorful scenery of many favorite destinations. Pecan trees holding secrets of the environment's history and will be the shade and nourishment for future generations after generations. Southern wine, southern moon shine, at holiday time a piece of peppermint in mine. Southern educated cooking and eating swine. These days in maturity for my health I'm a little refine making healthier choices about mine. Rivers, mountains, streams, and lakes popular fishing pond southern fun. Southern sun sets and dripping vines of southern rain no warnings before the storm came. Mix emotions in our lives yet for many southerners south is where the heart lies....
Tears of pains and tears of joy in many lives. Prayer that The Righteous Creator bless all lives, even those outside southern borderlines....
This is the oasis of the desert in my tragic times....
Dixie Bred, Dixie Born, Dixie Fed....
Enjoy!!!!
Jubilance is too mild of a word to describe what the slaves must have felt.
Unbelievable would not be truthful because they anticipated freedom.
Northerners achieved surrender from Southerners, but the nation lost.
Evil took a break as slaves celebrated, only to return in a different form.
Though thousands lost their lives, there was indeed a new birth of freedom
Everything changed except many hearts, but Blacks were no longer property.
Eating at the core of every soul were wounds that only God could heal.
Natives from Africa, a new race created by blood, hate, sweat, and tears.
Time heals all wounds, they say, which indicates a never-ending task.
History is replete with man's cruelty to each other, and the drumbeats of hatred continue.
06182018PoetrySoupContest, Juneteenth, Edward Ibeh, 2P
It's amazing how many things
are between New York and Georgia
that's where all the magic happens
You have an upbeat self centered town
or you have the southerners
always looking out for each other
I got the push I needed
no longer am I afraid to
"tickle the ivory" as they say
I felt it today when I was playing
I haven't felt that way in a long time
I play for myself to make me happy
and if others want to listen that's fine too
I have the strength now to play the music
that speaks from my soul
how I'm able to express myself
I may use someone else work
but I live it like it's my own
You can fight someone as much as you want
but you'll never think the day will come
when they're gone
and you regret every minute of it
There's so many aspects
so many things that tie together in this movie
but "if we were a movie, you'd be the right guy"
"We all make mistakes
but we need to forgive
and move forward"
Visibly wore she my footprints
While bore I a Restarted Scholarship,
In 1993 flaunting The Dullest Glints
With streets that rather mirrored hardship …
Okigwe was The Sometimes Chilly
And irritably The Hilly
A thing of sure hatred by Asthmatic Roads Users
And of as sure by Escaping Criminal Losers …
I’ve heard ‘By An Embittered Dweller cursed’
And since A Metaphor for The Started and Paused:
Often a fitfully regular power supply
And a loss of University Town status, no reply!
Towards modernity, a laborious marching,
Never able Galloping Speed hatching;
For guaranteed steady strides searching
Scarcely for The Dependable catching …
Now, harboring A Community of Northerners,
A lot enthused about their fast-selling Suya
And a Not-Hostile Host Southerners
For them striking more bargains than fewer.
New Yorkers, in general, are very notorious
for walking way too fast, not moderately:
it's seen as an unpleasant remark;
tourists keep thinking to themselves,
" They're funny! " It's a stereotype they mock,
" Do New Yorkers ever rush to Central Park? "
An outsider asked a stern policeman,
" Why is everybody running? "
" Is the President coming? "
And the cop stared at him saying,
" You are an outsider, not so lean,
catch up to the marathon race:
they are rushing for the train:
they are going to their working place! "
And the shocked red-neck with a freckled,
peachy, round face grinningly replied,
" I never knew they raced like wild horses
to catch a train; we Southerners take our time,
and stress less, we play songs in our guitars
and drink lots of whiskey, we never walk a mile! "
How could the unamused officer take offence and contain his disdain...
when the naive dude offended every New Yorker?
His reply was a shock to the poor guy on naproxen,
" Run like them before I throw you in jail, or take the Southern Border! "
Note: No pun is intended, it's only to spike up some humor!
#13: Close One, & Cigars
To the accords of The Book of Life ... cheers,
loose ends of the created stoic string
crisscross a heedless sea of empty tears.
In the facade of guilt, all seems trifling.
Metallica Horizons all are round,
languages changing from their Mother Tongues,
World Clock, reassemble to Zero down.
New tastes, new sounds ... The Song of Flower Drums
from Southerners, not quite, the cowboy type.
Bowls bleed of beets, ... have fun chow from Macao.
Americans, ... where? ... flagless world, all hype ...
Russians, Chinese, there ... steak, Mindanao.
Ex-lives work as one, building their Starships,
human chain meant Starman ... breathing room trips.