Long Hillbilly Poems

“SUMMER”



Where 
has Summer 
gone?

The world 
has lost 
Summer

Sweet 
little 
dream

missing 

all those other 
beautiful  
small dreams 

seen as toys
small and 
inconsequential 

casually tossed aside, 
disposable play,
things

pure shining lights
smiling eyes once so bright, 
switched off,

'neath...

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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...

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COME ON SOUPER'S LETS HAVE SOME FUN AND MAKE FOLK SMILE DURING SUCH DIFFICULT TIMES FOR US ALL. THERE ARE LOTS MORE APT NAMES  - PLEASE SOUP MAIL POEMS AND I WILL ADD THEM...

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Fork git about spooner hiz ham

And join (singing the words 
in the next paragraph) whether alone
in a traffic jam
basting, cooking, then eating a lamb
prepared by thee missus
a superb culinary madam.

“A Ram Sam Sam” Lyrics
A ram...

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Who am I? I am me, and me is having a little me time
No way!  Five days plus a weekend. 7 days, that’s mine.
It’s not fair. It’s a sin. It’s crazy. No, really honey,...

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Elvis Aaron Presley, Elvis, came from poor beginnings
born in Tupelo, Mississippi to Vernon and Gladys
this boy loved the gospel music in church . . . . 
at thirteen his family moved to Memphis, Tennessee 
when...

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Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - J)

Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.

Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting...

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True person .This was written for a friend about a lost friend. 
Last night I was provided with a list of everything that was 
to be used in the poem below, as a keepsake and...

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Call me little miss Dorothy from the wizard of Oz fame, for today I’m
Clicking my ruby red shoes, on the golden bricks on the sunshine path,
Ain’t no wicked old witch going to slow me down,...

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Black market product truckload ... 
illegal cargo of tax-free merchandise,
and plenty boxed liquor of trouble
Leather clad tattooed dirty violet blonde
riding shotgun,
with a Rambo knife hugging her thigh
In the cab backseat
sit two mountain men beastie boys
strapped...

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Two soldiers. One fancies himself a punk rocking soldier of fortune and the other, nicknamed hillbilly, because he lost his shoes, they plan a trip anarchist cookbookrecipe fear and loathingbeyond culture shock  We journey...

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Unsettling premonition kickstarts fiendish abomination

Consider the following 
dogmatic, enigmatic, fantastic, 
idiotic, jargonistic, kimetic, linguistic,  
narcissistic, opportunistic,
poetic, quixotic, rhapsodistic, 
scholastic, transformistic, 
universalistic agglomeration
as an abbreviation
overactive imagination
wrought demonic manifestation

unaware reading dictionary
could engender garrison housing
Century 21 ghostly...

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She asked him, "Why are you drinking
Before it's 9 am"?
He told her not to worry
She said, "Damn! You're drunk again".

She said that she was tired
Of him sleeping on the couch
She told him forty seven ways
He...

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Here's a story about a Leprechaun
But it's not exactly what you think
For this one was over seven foot tall
Til one day when he started to shrink

Now everybody knows about leprechauns
And how they hide their pot...

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from the tagboard media group.....
the Kelp Seaworthy Report....

Kelp)......... did you know, that Saturday Night Wrestling
returns to the Mid-Town Civic Center
get your tickets now..... we know the people In Dolbane 
like there wrestling.. and we gotta...

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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 countryfied, 
		my speech slow and southern–...

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The Middle Years

She'd been wooed by dukes and diplomats
From Nome to Nagasaki,
Kept by mobsters, bishops, bureaucrats,
And a movie mogul's lackey.
She'd been plied with jewels, a fancy car,
Designer gowns and furs
By lots and lots of husbands,
Not...

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There is no part of life mine alone,
If regarding my whole existence.      
What belongs to me is only flesh and bone,
Therefrom this life has subsistence.

Down on the farm I was...

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High above a small Road  called Sugar Hollow, a towering rock loomed in the distance it had brought the small town sorrow.  The  rock had fallen from another Mountain above it. A...

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I got lost out in the sticks 
and ended up on Deliverance St.
in a place called Hillbilly Haven,
where legend has it that
people who live there are still
backwards and have pet ravens,
and to make things worse...

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On a Sunday in the evening
The old barn becomes a hall
Social place where every weekend
The town folk go for a ball.
 
The inside is decorated  
Lights are lit, the banners sway
By the walls barrels...

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Billie was a true authentic hillbilly
who wore no shoes even if it was chilly
his holy jeans looked like swiss cheese
where daily you'd catch a glimpse of his knobby knees

Whenever he left his cabin his Ma...

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A racist white man’s vehicle broke down
in the middle
of the blackest pride side of Motown

He scratched his red neck double chin 
in Appalachian drawl dismay;
perplexed at having a little Aryan problem
of not being “Black Tie...

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The end of my hillbilly blues                             ...

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They’ve always been there, unaware
When I felt lonely, lost, longing
For the presence of the light’s caress,
Softly unfolding beyond the azure
Skies, whispering joy over my soul, into
Shimmering that twinkles, above
In the skies and below, in my...

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