Dixie Poems - Poems about Dixie

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

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

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

Whistling Dixie Signs

I recall similar signs and notices
of ironic appeal:

"We have a zero-tolerance policy against bullying"
ripped and torn,
and is that a dried yellow yolk stain?

"This is a NO GUNS neighborhood"
surrounded by a lot
vacant except for weeds
mulched in broken shards of glass.

ZERO CRIME AREA notices
as prolific as NO HUNTING signs
in SureWood Forest.

Me thinks
we protest
too much
to not raise questions
about

Dixie In My Heart

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

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

Why Is Dixie Named Dixie

The issue's not yet signed and sealed.
Three cogent answers hold the field,
and no-one knows which is the best.
I'll set them out before you, lest
the question go a-begging.
                            

Whisky Dixie

Whisky Dixie was a girl from the state of Alabama 
Her mother was a housewife and her father was a farmer
She came into the world in a field full of corn
Her mother had been drinking on the day she was born
And that is how Whisky Dixie got her name
And that somehow she was destined for

Dixie Born

Dixie Born,
Black History Month 2017
Curtis Johnson

Dear Delta Dixie:

In the late summer of 1949, I was born just off highway 49 not far from your mighty waters.
I moved away in 1967, and was ashamed and embarrassed to be native born within your borders.

In my early years, I learned to read, write, and do arithmetic in your

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

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

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"

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