Johnnie Poems - Poems about Johnnie

We were children of the 50s and early 60s, first of the boomers. Our parents knew of wars and more wars, much lack, and hard work. They were either directly sent off to war or worked hard to support ...

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Once so a man who likes running; He's barefoot is fast and so cunning; Was urgent sure not so quiet mountainair; He couldn't say no to a marathon; Runs Johnnie run 7/16/21 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021...

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2000 miles is a long ways, and 50 plus years is a very long time. It spells the time and space that have separated me and my two friends. Back then, whether it was hay, ammonia, cowboys, sling shots, or rubber tires, somewhere in the mix were my two friends. Presently, there is a loving memory of...

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Juan (Johnnie) Avocado Seed By George W. Clever-----15 September 2020 A migrant boy in California His only toys were avocado pits Making castles at the Rancheria In the dust with the pits where he sits Until told of a boy who traveled the borders Planting apple seeds to grow fine orchards Dreamed of a day when he’d be in demand Planting...

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With your spirits well down and the feeling is low. Here's a few drams of whisky, that gives you a glow. Try, Johnnie Walker blue, it's a taste bud sensation. So perfect a blend, for a special occasion. Or maybe black label, a whisky so smooth. ...

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They say that nothing is free amid this world Most definitely, depending upon who as whom.... High crime scratch their eyes spinning broken vinyl Time your daddy was lying to you hitch because there's No truth betwixt his parched crumbling destitute lips tilting Tides this crown of mine castles atop the sand another hail mary Goal line stand goodbye...

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Dedicated to my dearly loved and departed cousin Johnnie who passed away peacefully in his sleep. I love you Johnnie. I hope that now you will watch over all of us here on Earth as you stand now with God in Heaven, His hand on your shoulder, healed now forever as He embraces you. I hope that...

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Bright tides timberland her eyes... His Davey Crocket, calling from high atop Time's ridge as she dancing with their wolves Wine of wild raspberries red dripping from her lips Boy, searching for love's lost child ? Over it's mountains Past this snow jungle fever where spirits flow and, such passion Seaside swirls her beauty's baby girl; nature's pearl...

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Switchfoot's, I dare you to move ? Shunned by societies carved these Centuries a belief offering oppressions Plundered through fables of fairyless Tales in tears as molten gold melded... An idol to fulfill their heart's a god Or goddess that they could call their Very own and irony waiting within The wings of trial this metal bowing Unto statues serving merciless...

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Belly up to the bar, boys Let's have another round And bid a fond farewell To our old friend Johnnie Browne Johnnie was a tootin' lad With a heart o' gold He'll be missed, you can bet May God rest his soul We'll leave his mug on the bar Just in case some day Johnnie wakes with a mighty thirst And happens back ...

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