Hillbilly Poems - Poems about Hillbilly

...Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber... just jabbering gibberish (A - J) Again, another awkward ambitious arduous attempt at alphabetically arranging atrociously ambiguously absolutely asinine ......Read More

...High ho Hill Bill is singing the hillbilly blues It’s not a bad life, yet, not one that I’d choose He’s wailing like a cat with a pinched big toe Singing the blues up and down in summer and snow. ......Read More

...Sometimes, we have to be brave to say hello, To a neighbor or a stranger who won't respond. At times, we have to wave at the ducks in the pond, Without being sprayed with spittle or water of coc......Read More

...My father in law was a funny guy not given to doing much work With a house full of sons and daughters as well he found it easy to shirk His sons ran the saws in the forest the mule used t......Read More

...Where Hillbilly Jack Sent his pregnant wife, Jill, Was not for a pail of well water. She tramped up that hill For some swill from a still, But returned with a new baby daughter. Jack wasn't a......Read More

...Like Hannibal we crossed the pass and crossed the Alps (okay, the Brynderwyn Hills) and a bridge too far on north-west passage. From out of the Valley of Mizpah to the fires of perdi......Read More

...On Youtube I learned Of the Carrington event That has been And will Come once again The problems It portends to bring on It's heals brings a shudder to some Of my friends And when......Read More

... Mornings, light and smiling Coffee brewing, black Meat frying in a cast iron skillet Grease, flour and milk, stirred together Gravy poured over steaming biscuits Granny’s breakfast......Read More

...He is a cricker, I was told when I got to Kirksville, Missouri. What is a cricker? “They might be crickers, but at least they ain’t sheet-crickers”. There is laughter all over the place. Now I am ......Read More

...An enraged man was arrested for berating school board members. Now he's branded a terrorist by a cluster of capitol hillbilly elitist.. What the PCers won't reveal is that the man went off be......Read More

... “SUMMER” Where has Summer gone? The world has lost Summer Sweet little dream missing all those other beautiful small dreams se......Read More

... By Mystic Rose and Robert James Liguori When the sun goes down on this hillbilly town I will meet you there where the stars never frown Down in the valley where the trees breathe eas......Read More

...(A COLLABORATION WITH ROBERT LIGUORI ) When the sun goes down on this hillbilly town I will meet you there where the stars never frown Down in the valley where the trees breathe ea......Read More

... EDGAR CAYCE True, true, my hands are soft– not overworked, nor lined by heavy labor-- nor calloused -- the soft hands of a gentleman, perhaps! But my manners are rough and coun......Read More

...Billy played the banjo, sometimes the fiddle, too While grandpa rattled the spoons and sang About a sip of “that good ol’ mountain dew.” Occasionally Mr. Snell came over and brang * His collect......Read More