Dixieland Poems

Premium MemberThinking of the Civil War

...Dancing to a Dixieland band, I think of General Lee
And General Sherman who led a march to the sea.
I am glad that I did not live in the south back in the day.
I cannot imagine how fast my sad fee...
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Categories: dixieland, world,
Form: Rhyme

Premium MemberKeep An Open Mind

...Poems are just about everywhere
If you keep an open mind
So many things can prompt a verse
Just seek and ye shall find

Sometimes everyday happenings
Inspire you to sit and write
A rob...
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Categories: dixieland, future,
Form: Rhyme


Modern Sonnets I

...MODERN SONNETS I

I prefer the original definition of the sonnet as a “little song” of indeterminate form and length. These modern sonnets vary from more-or-less traditional to free verse.


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Categories: dixieland, art, freedom, romantic, romantic
Form: Sonnet

Love Poems Ii

...LOVE POEMS II

These are love poems by Michael R. Burch: original poems and translations about passion, desire, lust, sex, dating and marriage. On an amusing note, my steamy Baudelaire translations...
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Categories: dixieland, desire, love, lust, marriage,
Form: Rhyme

Fredericksburg 1862

...It was cold that snowy December night, 1862. We took the hill to stand and fight against the Yankee coats of blue. We charged towards their army near the river down below. From the blades of our Rebe...
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Categories: dixieland, history, war,
Form: Ballad


Love Has a Southern Flavor

...Love has a Southern flavor: honeydew,
ripe cantaloupe, the honeysuckle’s spout
we tilt to basking faces to breathe out
the ordinary, and inhale perfume ...

Love’s Dixieland-rambunctious: tangle...
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Categories: dixieland, desire, longing, love, romance,
Form: Sonnet

Premium MemberA Winter Wonderland

...It was nine degrees out all was frozen
Not much better inside for commode water
Icy crystals formed not what we'd chosen 
Shaking at fireplace's front, stood our daughter
On top of the hearth...
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Categories: dixieland, winter,
Form: Sonnet

Premium MemberNineseventeenpm

...TIME IS NO MSYTERY 
EACH AND EVERY SECTION HAS A SECOND
 AND IS HISTORY

this is my confused telling of my destiny
better dreaming of this calamity
and I am a visionary
or am I a visionary
an...
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Categories: dixieland, analogy, celebrity, change, community,
Form: Free verse

With Gentlemen Ease

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In the unforgiving August heat
of a hot Alabama noonday
They sit in secluded shade,
resting in high-back, woven bamboo chairs
on a mahogany carved veranda
Their bodies face outward to t...
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Categories: dixieland, black african american, pain,
Form: Dramatic Verse

Dixieland Ghost

...Dixieland Ghost
In the South. Deep in the hills.
There is a forgotten town. Of a war past.
On a clear night you can see an old schoolhouse.
Next to a grave yard of soldiers from the past.
When t...
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Categories: dixieland, horse,
Form: Free verse

Georgia's New Age Stonehenge

...I've never seen them before,
but know they're in Elbert County, Georgia
put there by a mysterious man
by the name of R.C. Christian,
who put them on display
in dixieland, 1980 circa,
They have ...
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Categories: dixieland, nature, religion, scary,
Form: Light Verse

Felonious Funk

...In what way shall I improvise myself?
Shall I memorize the first way I felt?
And my origin from West Africa
Through the European landing in hell?

Jelly with a honeysuckle belly
Make it catch l...
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Categories: dixieland, memory,
Form: Free verse

New Orleans Funeral Procession

...There goes a lonely soul in a coffin 
carried by pallbearers which step forward with slow-pace  

a funeral leader goes with black umbrella up
the brass band follows: 

the trumpet vomits blood...
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Categories: dixieland, farewell, funeral,
Form: Free verse

Dixieland

...The first born spoke memories of my birth.
He remembered O’Toole [our father] spinning gravel
at the corner of Deerfield and Glenwood blaring
Dixieland Jazz from the AM radio of the red Rambler,
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Categories: dixieland, absence, adventure, age, america,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberJust An Old Trumpet Player

...JJust an old trumpet player with a worn out horn –
Seems he had played it ever since he was born.

Sometimes his lively music put dancing in your feet.
Then there were times he rendered t...
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Categories: dixieland, music, people,
Form: Couplet

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