Georgia Poems

Perhaps the Georgia 5th Sees Us Hearing

If California may hear
In between eyes clerical 
     and Justices Repeal 
Both names
    Have been titled
Titled as an altered code
    and violation of building standard
Becomes currency
     Contempt of Congressional Ledger
          Perhaps suffices

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Georgia Peach Dusk

Georgia peach dusk
beyond blue and cloudy skies
a bodacious kiss
won with a Southern accent
a drawl that draws one's eyes up

Rains over Georgia

Rain falls soft on Georgia,
     up north there's falling snow;
Gazing out the window
     I've got nowhere to go.
Been lost in the desert,
     been carried by the wind;
Dreamt about yesterdays
     I'd not relive again.

I've watched the trains roll by,
 

Georgia 2 17 2025

second Winter
without snowflakes
just peachy

Sensuous Art -Pink Sweet Peas by Georgia O'Keeffe

The sensitive strokes of Georgia O'Keeffe's brush
have aroused in sweet pea petals, a tender pink blush
In these ruffled labian folds, painted as a fragile flower
buds beget blooms in their feminine garden bower

When the Lights Go Out in Georgia

scant moon -
lullaby’s a whisper.
sleeps soon,
after mother’s kissed her.

moon high,
over dusk-hue passion.
I sigh
with twilight’s compassion.

peeking
between the pines, her eyes
streaking.
winsome drive  - crescent dives.

descent,
of what’s left, of the moon.
advent
of season, coming soon.

Christmas,
aft will bring a moon, black.
snow sass
in cul de sac.

Let's poeticize

Students everywhere feel a close relationship with summer. It develops early and you never lose it. It’s durable.

Le’ts  poeticize..
It was a youthful summer of unblemished mirth.
In play, our youthful hours were freely spent.
We bore such idleness - we were indulgent.
Until Lisa confessed, she was less so content
and longed desperately for a ‘wholesome reunion’
with her

georgia

It’s summer in Georgia, yeah, it’s warm.

In high school, they said Shakespeare
once called Georgia, "sulfurous and hot."
He wasn’t wrong.

The careless sky is letting in all of the heat.
We saw a TV news crew chasing a lone cloud.

The humidity is so thick, that the air is too dense for lungs,
but we bought a tool at Home

Representative Marjorie Taylor Greene -- from Georgia

Representative Marjorie Taylor Greene
would love to rip out your spleen
if Trump’s not the center of your world.
Her radical convictions she has loudly unfurled.

That she’s antisemitic is true
and, it seems, white supremacist too.
   She has praises for Putin.
   For some murders, she’s rootin’.
Certain Democrats make up this queue.

She speaks of family values

Georgia in mid-March

the roaring sound rejuvenates      my heart

wind whips,
                    bells tinkle,
                      

Marietta Georgia

Marietta Georgia the beginning 
and the end of poetry soup as we 
knew it today we are swamped by ads
investors buying web domains inventing 
shenanigans amidst their very own 
motives creating fake accounts all 
under the same foundations gathering poets
to allow poems to be featured in anthologies 
now is the time for all great poets

Southern Living

I moved South from Seattle's rainy haze,
To Atlanta's charm in the early 80s days.
They called me a Yankee, a foreign soul,
But Southern living soon took its toll.

Sightseeing spots, reminders of the past,
Stone Mountain, Kennesaw hills, memories that last.
Civil war echoes lingered in the air,
A history woven into Southern flair.

Spring arrived, painting the land anew,
Dogwood trees

NOVEMBER IN GEORGIA

Heap
of leaves,
fluttering.
There is no rain
to restrain their act.
Blustery winds
animate;
backyard
drift.

Georgia On My Mind

Georgia’s on my mind
Remembering her kitchen
Always smelled like onions
Chores her kids were ditch’n

She was hard working
While they were out twerking
Georgia’s on my mind
Truly one-of-a-kind

The Devil Down In Georgia

I’d like to meet that devil down in Georgia 
‘cause I met one from California 
and we sure as hell don’t talk anymore

He had eyes as dark as sin
and the most contagious little grin
but I bet his mama don’t know where he’s been

So I’ll be the one to say 
run, boy, run 
and don’t you

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