Best Tulsa Poems

Oklahoma cowboy, tough coal miner’s son
Born in Henryetta, south of Tulsa some
Raised by daddy’s momma, taught him wrong from right
Daddy taught him ropin’, taught him...

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A Palindrome Tale

I’ve got a tale to tell you of travel, love and lust
The travel, it was joyful, my love life was a bust
I met...

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She wasn't one to worry, never saw her cry
Still she was melancholy, never told me why
Now she's gone a wanderin', didn't tell me where
Didn't ask...

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You died for our equal treatment, and we demand "affirmative action."

You died for integration, and we justify segregation when we throw public brawls and destroy...

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Dear depressed girlfriend 
Thank you for your note 
He's obviously the boyfriend of the year
So he's going to get my vote . 

Your boyfriend is...

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Dreamers Dream
                       ...

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She grew up just 20 minutes southwest of Tulsa..
In a small town with 2 stoplights and a Tastee Freeze...
Everyone gathered at the First Baptist Church...

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City Skin

    A city can be so close, 
    enclosing, 
    familiar, 
   ...

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The bike was loaded and packed
The duffle bag strapped to the rack
The air was crisp when we started out at dawn
In the early morning hours...

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James
Church, writing, tennis, playing with great grandkids
Brother of John, Gene and Florence (all deceased)
Lover of my bride, Marie of 64 years, son Larry, daughter Pam
Who...

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“the last of the funerals”

today “the last of the funerals”
takes place &
the killings in CT get placed on the
shelf,
alongside the deaths at Columbine,
Virginia Tech...

those were...

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Some recalled Kristallnacht,
the white mob’s facial fever,
once the same fever of a night,
now the fever of a day-mare.

Some recalled Charlottesville,
the white mob’s lust for blood,
once...

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(Apropos Of Juneteenth Celebration)

This is the day the Lord has made;
Let us rejoice and celebrate
Because we’re still here…marching on
With our eyes stayed on the prize.
Let...

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Note-- The Tulsa World Newspaper published my prose version of this in February 
1999 and I wrote this version later.


Poor orphaned Pluto is out in...

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The Athens to Atlanta Marathon is quite a race...
You have wheels on your feet and bugs in your face.

85 miles of misery and pain...
But a...

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