Best Tallahassee Poems

A crooning owl sang me to sleep each night
From beyond the great oak that held my torn kite
 
Ripples from the pool filter heard each morn
Screened in porch that morning glories adorned
 
Spring came early for twenty-three grand years
Memories that will never disappear
 
Camellias, azaleas...

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There once stayed a dove in Tallahassee
With blond hair the bonniest of lassies
    She helped with my writes
    Morning, noon and night
After breakfast, we started to write classy





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Down Tallahassee
Down Florida way
The talents of a poet
Make this Highlanders day

The writes we read
The tales she shares
Incredible words
Just make me stare

The more I read
The more I enjoy
I'm like a new kid
With it's favourite toy

As her grammar builds
The pictures show
Her mind on paper
As her words purely...

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upon hard grey streets of asphalt I drive
through morn’s muted orange glow 
white headlights shine, red brake lights blink in time
with changing signals red, yellow, green
disoriented city visitors a hindrance to the flow
why at seven a.m.

now stopped two cars back waiting for green
a woman in...

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Down in Tallahassee
An American lassie stayed
Her poetry is a joy to read
It's the way her writes displayed

Writes on subjects cool
They en captured all our thoughts
Of history and life
Our imaginations caught

To Ormond Beach she travels
Near the ocean she will be
To stay in the family house
Fishing so...

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There was old man from Tallahassee
Who loved woman and lots of whiskey  
           That played the banjo 
         Loud and sometimes low
But his devoted fans were...

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Ever been to the town called Tallahassee?
There you can meet a fine, pretty, young lassie
Tell her tall tales
Until she bails
Then leave Tallahassee all fat and sassy.

May 10, 2021...

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I could not
Recognize his voice,
When I made this choice,
To sell my soul to the devil
I suppose, he wears the right clothes
We met underneath the Tallahassee Bridge
He plays a mean red fiddle, with a whiskey smile
With an Irish Jig, we dance down this road of life...

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