Long Bluegrass Poems
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Dewdrops cling to blades of grass,
they glisten in early morning light.
nature's wonders one can't surpass.
Foggy mists drift by the pass
cover the trees at their fullest height
dewdrops cling to blades of grass.
Flower buds awake en masse
shy maidens such pure delight
nature’s wonders one can't surpass.
Creeper vines hug the bluegrass,
green sentry guarding their site
dewdrops cling to blades of grass
Sunlight sparkles like wine from glass
shades of bushes offer respite
nature’s wonders one can't surpass.
Morning landscape so full of class
poems are born their flames ignite
dewdrops cling to blades of grass
nature's wonders one can't surpass.
Freedom foremost, and the will to fight
to keep and protect our natural rights.
Nightclubs, jello shots, disco balls
mechanical bulls, beers cold and tall!
Baseball, football, and basketball games,
crazy rodeo riders on horses untamed.
Books by the millions, more than can be read,
and knowing anything can be by anyone said.
Burgers on buns, potato and tortilla chips,
yeah, those are American, born in Texas!
Satirical cartoons, radio and TV,
the magic that was Hollywood, as it used to be.
Ragtime, Bee-bop, Rockabilly, and Jazz
Swing, R & B, movie soundtracks, and Bluegrass.
The warm blanket of country when feeling cold,
the power and fury of rock and roll.
The grind of hip-hop and of rap…
on second thought, we apologize for that.
But funk gets things all out of control,
and who can say no to harmonious soul?
Stream locomotives, tracks narrow and wide,
flying machines that soar through the sky.
The glorious art that is the western,
and old Las Vegas, the moral tester.
The miracle of southern barbeque,
the burn of moonshine, or Mountain Dew.
Soft ice crew and greasy-fast French fries,
the expectation that politicians lie.
Liberty in law deeply enshrined,
muscle cars driving of the right side.
Suburbs, cabins, farms and guns,
and every legally available type of fun.
Forests, combines, and big chain-saws,
as well as full equality before the law.
A vast landscape, awesome to see,
an undying faith in our families.
Art from great down to lackluster,
recalls, vetos, and filibusters!
Checks and balances on the powerful,
we invented the internet, so things are never dull!
Mountain bikes and rollers blades,
fried chicken and biscuits, porterhouse steak.
Diners, dairy bars and fast food,
we walked on the friggin’ moon,
and built the only probes that escaped
into the void of interstellar space.
I could go on, I am tempted to,
but I think I’ve made my point to you,
And when young fool have yelled there fill,
reject their nonsense talk of “guilt.”
All nations have screwed up, it’s so
but perfection is something man never knows.
This nation still tires to confront is sins,
and brings forth profusions of great things.
The scales upon which we are weighed,
are ever clear in what they say:
When it all is said and done,
America is made of awesome.
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I am Old Glory, a land of the golden west
I lie between the Atlantic blue, and a vast Pacific crest
Where freedom of speech and liberty is my God given right
Oh, Lord, keep my vision shining clear and bright!
I am the cornfields beneath the prairie sky
And the bluegrass where the rivers run high
A country made of men who dared to fight
Oh, Lord, keep my vision shining clear and bright!
I am snowcapped mountains that rise above the day
I am the right to live, the right to voice, the right to pray
I will not buckle beneath the strain, I will keep my faith in sight
Oh, Lord, keep my vision shining clear and bright
O’ land of mine, so proudly how you stand
A home for countrymen who came from other lands
Where hearts aspire freedom, and dreams are lifted high
Oh, Lord, keep my vision shining clear and bright!
I am youth’s ambitions yearning, in the restless springtime breeze
I am filled with hopes, where shelter lives, beneath the wintered eaves
I hold the torch of freedom, and the ever lasting light
Oh, Lord, keep my vision shining clear and bright!
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For Isaiah's Contest: Patriotic Poems
My ornamental garden is one of the rare ones
It requires of course "green fingers"
a lot of patience and love
With complementary colors
Allysum, Lion's mouth, Tagetes,
Petunia, Soffila, Bluegrass,
Sinnia, Verbena, Surfinga,
Diligent Lise, Asters, Cosmos,
Million Bells, Pegonia
and Fuksia is just a few
of the plants that can be found
in the many flower beds and pots
A paradise for bees and butterflies
they sip sweet nectar from my plants
Nature's compositions are complex
and nicely customized
A sense of Nirvana and deep meditation
Welcome to my garden
share the ability to enjoy the sunshine
and the flowers in simplicity and harmony
25/10/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Writing Challenge, October- Flower or Flowers
Sponsored by: Dear Heart- Wiishkobe Ode
1st place in the contest
"The wind haul off the leaves in the afternoon lull as memories are taken with it." Quote by poet
If only you knew
How much I loved you.
My thoughts lay on the leave's dew
As the brilliant day slowly fades through
In the distant horizon over play
in a meaningful melodious ambient way
To the instrumentation lavender field.
A young couple stand if it was a lifetime
Among the bluegrass and lavender bouquet scent.
They search the depth of each other's eyes
With love in their hearts.
They grow, use to the moment rhythms
As a little peace descend
With the whisper breath of the wind.
Once upon a time,
We used to be that couple.
5/15/2024
It's rare that most would call me a hot head
I am usually the coolest cucumber instead
I have no tells, so their heads don't swell
and I don't get entangled to soon
But there is this tall lanky guy you see
who plays a mean bluegrass guitar so sweet!
and he's turned me on my head
my tongue lolling out the side, I feel a big oh wet appetite
Its going to be corn dogs yeah baby and ice cream cones
I have to whip up these muscles and work on my tone
He gonna have expectations of meee
and I intend to make him sing oh yeah oh how deee
I do drive like a race car driver I confess
and mr ex officer may have to give me a new test
until he gets over that
I will have a bit of time to press
But never before would anyone claim I swear
that I was a hot headed daredevil minx
its this tall lanky boy and his talk of being my toy
and I don't ever want it to jinx
It's going to be corn dogs yeah baby and ice cream cones
I have to whip up these muscles and work on my tone
He gonna have expectations of meee
and I intend to make him sing hot diggity!
I wonder how he likes his ice cubes. jagged or smooth
and how stiff he likes his drinks
on the rocks or straight shot no lube
And I just await tying him down so we can just work out the kinks
It's going to be corn dogs yeah baby and ice cream cones
I have to whip up these muscles and work on my tone
He gonna have expectations of meee
and a month of head bobbin review with a view
- Corn Dogs and Ice Cream Cones for Brian - Artimus (C) Susan Manley 4/22/24 1:51AM
"Snapdragons and Dandy Lions (Part 1)"
“Don’t move,” she smiled gently,
“stay there, stop fidgeting, let me put these in your hair”,
I was sitting cross-legged
on the lush green bluegrass lawn
it felt like 70’s Shagpile carpet,
long and unshorn.
“I said, don’t move! There’s a Blue Tongue over there,
you’ll frighten it away, they don’t like to be scared.”
She was shielding her eyes surveying the yard
like a pirate on the high seas,
a ship on the Ocean,
while the Sprinkler
kept raining a moving waterfall
automatic motion
here and there buzzing bees
in the Kumquat Trees.
She was pointing to the boulder
next to the Lychee Tree
close to where I was
legs now unfolded
scrambling around on my knees.
It was around 5 in the avo not morn
we’d been there covered in sunscreen
for a coupla hours and
tired from the heat
we were all stifling yawns
in the sweltering sub-tropical garden
amongst her verdant jungle of flowers and ferns
there amongst the strawberry patches, passionfruit, Lady Finger trees,
Pineapples, PawPaws, grapes, tomatoes,
and towers of fragrant sweet Jasmine, Lilac-mauve Wisteria
plunging Deep Velvety Red Bougainvillea,
flirty Sweatpeas and
the pungent Pink Frangipani
impregnating the air with it's fat-belied
perfume, the scent of which to this day
sends one into absolute delerium; then
came the whirring blood-suckers
that bombed us in buzzing swarms
never foiled no dignified treaty -
one was never forwarned,
that left itchy-bites and
eventually weeping sores,
feeling sorry for ourselves
the breeze carried our songs of retreat to which she’d
impart, “Shush! Don’t carry on,
everyone will hear you way out on the Street!”.
“They like your blue blood, that’s why!”,
she explained in exasperation, kind of worried
spraying us with Stingose.
“Tonight we’ll put up the nets and
burn the Tiger Coils”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)
For Lynette
(1)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izQsgE0L450
jalapeno peppers
parading their truth proudly
making the fried tortilla laugh
oranges and the brightest azure blues
the sizzle of a skillet
my mouth salivates
strumming of a banjo
bluegrass music and cotton candy
my food hot against its cardboard sleeve
glitzy pink neon lights
smell of hot popcorn
laughter from all over the midway
Iowa state fair magic
carnival barkers screaming for my attention
fireworks will start in an hour
reading of my palm
her eyes are wizened
I am intrigued, her predictions magical
enjoying this day
in an innocent way
excitement extraordinaire
alive at fifteen
flirted at by sixteen
memory that still makes me smile at sixty-eight
an enormously ambitious bumble bee
refused to help her hive with the royal jelly
she flew away and was now wild and free
settling in the Ozark Mountains of Tennessee
She loved bluegrass music and slapping of a knee
squatted in a hickory and there was no fee
her neighbor’s muscle car was from the Grand Prix
She was delighted to see this in Tennessee
Her new roommate was a lively chickadee
the art they used was made by handsome Paul Klee
a convict found them and begged to live in their tree
it was the first argument if you ask Lee or me
convict arrived anyway with his wife Merry Dee
His wife was a llama, he was a brown monkey
welcome new friends, said the loving chickadee
his wife was not happy; she could not climb the tree.
Warning: If you are bothered by road rage,
of if you have ever been a victim of road rage,
or if you and I are giving each other the finger
right now on Highway ZZZ, this poem may not be for you.
Okay, deep breath now.
Ready?
We got this!
Road rage.
Whose got it?
Who wants it?
Who are you, my little Pretty?
MUCK BOO! MUCK BOO!
Loud and mean and extra sassy.
MUCK BOO! MUCK BOO!
None of your business, sweet little grand-massy.
Okay, now all together now. Welcome to Hwy ZZZ.
Here comes the cars. The trucks and the SUV’s.
Some are texting, others are simply watching TV.
Excuse me, but where are you heading today, Mr. B?
MUCK BOO! MUCK BOO!
Loud and proud, and out of control.
MUCK BOO! MUCK BOO!
So glad I’m the famous little MUCK BOOing road rage mono-troll.
I can’t use my INSIDE VOICE or I CAN’T HEAR YOU, so MUCK BOO!
I wisely do not add, I can’t HEAR YOU…
Because I am laying on my horn,
Screaming, yelling, shrieking, and
Chasing down a black truck that
Made me mad a second ago.
A Chevy truck.
We give each other the middle finger.
MUCK BOO! I shriek.
Make sense it’s a CHEVY.
Chevy drivers are CRAZY.
Every time something weird happens or somebody
Tries to catch up with me when I’m doing 120 on the
MUCK BOO freeway, it’s a MUCKING CHEVY driver!
Was I up all night again?
Who wants to know?
Who are YOU to ask me?
I’m the MOM here.
And MUCK BOO because I am a lot better after two whole hours sleep!
Road rage.
When do we get it?
When does it kick in?
We all want to know. Here on Kentucky Bluegrass Channel XY10.