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Dixieland Poems - Poems about Dixieland

Premium Member Thinking 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 Member Keep 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. Mak......

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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 Member A 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 Member Nineseventeenpm
...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
... 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 Member Just 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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