Dixie Poems

Dixie

The days are long
 the years are short
as eternity 
—whistles a tune

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)

Prison Dixie

Prison Dixie

An orange glow reigns down
Upon concrete paths.
Ash flails as it falls.
Vanished pine needles
Blackening the ground beneath.
Drifting along sidewalks. 

Ominous haze hangs air
As darkness eases over the land.
Masked, I move through quiet eerie.
Razor wire towers above.
Souls remain inside the concrete walls
As I exit the gates in cowardice. 

Dixie is fierce.
She grasps the breath of a Nation.
Stealing forests.
Burning oxygen.
Barrening landscapes.
Causing fear. 

I reach for my car door and pull. 
Settled ash raises in final fury,
Stinging my eyes.
I am surrounded by the smell of smoke visibly stuck in the valley.
Headlights bounce off road signs
As I drive home. 

Dixie is brazen. 
She harms our lungs and causes trauma
While etching blackness into the land
And leaving swathes of scars.
A tragedy in the making looms
In the mountains
As the orange sun burns bright above.

-Chelsey Robb

For Dixie

I hear the bells ringing, in the church where I was raised. 
Mama took us faithfully, praying we'd be saved. 
After years of wandering, I'm going back today.
Six carrying my pine box to the field where I shall lay.

I left our farm two years ago, just barely twenty-one.
I rode away with rebel pride, some water and my gun.
I marched against the yankee troops never backing down.
Now here I'll lay forever more underneath this hallowed ground.

We marched into battle as the enemy lay in wait.
I saw a distant plume of smoke as the bullet sealed my fate.
A ball of lead has pierced my chest and lodged against my heart.
My soul has left my body and from this world departs.

As I am laid in the ground please do not cry for me.
March onward into battle and claim the victory.
I gave my life for Dixie, for the South I fought and killed.
I left this world with a Rebel yell as I fell upon that hill.

Dancing the Dixie Dough Ray Dew

Dancing the Dixie Dough Ray Dew
Left foot danced faster than her Shoe
She kicked it off and it really flew,

Disqualified now and so angry too!
Got so mad she had the loudest boo-hoo
Never again danced the Dixie Dough Ray Dew

Left the dance hall in the form of a shrew
Mad at those of us who had teased her too.
Took it out on her sweet husband Stew.

Invited us to a party, and none of us knew
She would bother us about the Dixie Dough Ray Dew
Her relatives are hiding from her, and her friends are few.

Whistlin' Dixie

Lately my limericks have been gushing out thick and fast
Enjoy them too before posting 'em for each lad and lass
Not all top notch
But close to the top
Humour that makes me whistle dixie through my big ass

Dixie Rose

Dixie Rose
You are an enduring natural beauty of immeasurable quality.
The blanket of pink flowers that embrace your lovely branches
conceal an internal strength and a unique unwavering grace
for not even the torrential flood waters of life
or the relentless savagery of a soulless pair of hands
could overcome your will and stubborn resilience
to rip you out by the root and rape you of your splendor.
Despite it all you remain just as desirable as ever
full of a yearning passion that could never be denied.

Dixie Rose
Fear not these tired rugged old hands for they are mere extensions
of a loving heart, full of more patience, and understanding
than you have ever known or could even begin to imagine.
I fear not your painful sharp thorns or the blood they may draw
for I know in my heart they were put there to save you for me.

Sweet Dixie

A land unto its own as old as dirt
Condemned by voguish northern state of mind
This realm you'd be hard-pressed to disconcert
Though his'try would prefer it be maligned

The secret twisted oak and winding creek
The tapestries of moss that grace the swamp
They whisper in a language few can speak
Revealing true that fair southern beauchamp

There is no match for tender Georgia peach
To Cajun gumbo nothing can compare
And off the Apalachicolan beach
Fresh oysters make the finest southern fare

Sweet Dixie with your blemishes and charms
No place I'd rather be than in your arms



Jan. 4, 2017
The American Deep South - That magical swath spanning from east Texas eastwards and upwards through to the Carolinas
For the contest by Silent One Re: Sonnet About Where I Live

Not Just Whisting Dixie

As things seemingly subside at least where most are concerned
We continue on our slide with absolutely nothing being learned
Little evidence there upon the surface however just a bit below
All the things that most people miss as many didn't even know

I too could be so included but for a bit of biblical awareness 
Not one that has been diluted and left to a hap hazard guess
No these are Words of precision and the truth is ever so clear
It has to do with a decision not knowing when your time's near

It is said in a blink of an eye as we have no clue of His Glory
One would have to ask why He even came to fulfill the Story
But it's all been told through the ages all of it fact not fiction
Stated clearly in all the pages despite your current affliction

It has to do with a decision not knowing your time's near
Yet separated by derision for it's satan who likes to steer
You need to turnaround for something is terribly wrong
By sin we were bound then our Savior Jesus came along

Mark 16:16
He that believeth and is baptized shall be saved;
but he that believeth not shall be damned. 

No Dixie there!

Rise Dixie Rise

Rise Dixie Rise
Rise Dixie rises to fire your guns once more.
Let the south fight for this country of ours.
Not to fight our kin but those that come to take it away.
To arm s to arms my dixie rise not against the north but those from other lands.
Rise Dixie rise this time we will win

Last 3 Stanzas of Dixie Poem

Descending the hill, they danced to old reels
Most composed with a Southerner's pen
Four years the blood spilled, half a million were killed
But the States were united again

Celebration complete, the Rebs left Tennessee
The young soldier said, "Sarge, no more slaves
Just one thing bothers me, they were already free
From the bulk of those sent to their graves"

And the sargeant replied as he gazed at the skies
"It's the mighty and wealthy who rule
And they get to decide, while the poor pay the price
But it's God who determines the fool"

Good To Be Home In Dixie

...leaving starched shirts and neckties in my rearview,
mission accomplished and to The North, I bid adieu.

I set fire to a Panatela and answered the call - "ALL ABOARD!"
The Cajun Queen was southbound down The Mighty Mississippi - MY REWARD!

The whistle blew, the bell clanged and that big paddle wheel slapped the muddy 
water in perfect three quarter time.

Two summers had past since I left home at Oak Alley
seemed much longer since I held my sweet Scarlet O'Malley

Good to home in Dixie.

Winn Dixie Florida

Winn Dixie Florida

Happily filling up my grocery cart I thought I heard snickers.
"Hershey's Kisses and Fruit Loops are smooching,” said Almond Slivers.
Piña-colada razzed Star Crunch, “Let's fight you chicken liver."
Energizer batteries cheered, “Smack him, Star!  Give him the shivers.” 

Oatmeal started crying.  “Cheer up,” said the salt and pepper shakers,
“Fighting is for: snappers, snipers, snoopers, and party-poopers". 
“P-a-r-t-y!” shouted Star, forgiving Piña-colada, one super market smoothie.
Heavenly Hash chilled and Luvs laid back dreaming sweet-tart pleasantries.

© August 9, 2010
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

NOTE:  PRODUCTS USED AS NAMES ARE CAPITALIZED.

Dixie Feet

Dixie Feet

My padded Dixie Feet
Have sifted through the sugar
Sands of the sweet southern beaches
With my webbed toes
Since I’ve known anything,
Way before I became a 
Georgia Peach.

Now black crude oil
Has taken a toll
On her crystal clear
Aqua blue waters,
It’s soiling her coastline.

My head hangs low when I
See her soil covered
With dead pelicans, cranes
And sea gulls covered
With ugly black tar from oil.

To watch the poor 
Shelled crabs
Transverse
The Black oil sludge,
Causes my blood to boil!

How dare you ruin
My precious commodity,
My southern playground,
My haven,
My sanctuary
From the toil of the World!

All to get your
Precious black crude oil,
I won’t forget your name
British Petroleum.

For Dixie A. Miller 1965-1999

The headline screamed, or so it seemed,
to those who had known her well.
Said:  Killer's Confession Solves Case
(from eleven years ago).
The headline shrieked so now at last
we would know all the horror
of how she was strangled
when they were both drunk
and high on something evil
when he stuffed her body in a log.
Today, his conscience broke down.

She was a sweet big-hearted woman
living homeless in an alcoholic fog.
She kept coming around to the rooms of A.A.
and even though for her we would pray,
we worried her days might be few.

Because he finally confessed
manslaughter is the charge he will do.
Twenty years in jail.
Twenty years seems way too few
for the Dixie we once knew.

Simply Dixie

My sweet Creole Pixie
(My granddaughter Dixie)
Still loves her Paw-Paw
In spite of his flaws

'So you do or you don't'
'So you will or you won't'
Accepts with no strings...
'It's simple' she sings

No matter what I say
('It's all right...You're okay!')
No matter what I do
('So what?' 'I love you!')

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