Long Knoxville Poems

Here's the scoop, friends...
   This is, as indicated, the 1st THIRD of this fairly lengthy poem. The 2nd and 3rd parts had to be posted separately due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations. No...

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Ya' gotta feel sorry for this ding-bat - 


The clouds were drifting eastward through a cool late-evening sky, as I was barreling down a road in eastern Tennessee. 
Whipping through the traffic in a new...

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Resting In These Tennessee Hills

Lazy mornings in these Tennessee hills
Horned owl in tree behind house hoots all night
Sometimes annoys but often gifts a thrill
As country-fired moon sends us brighter light!

Mellow breeze, waltz morn rays with...

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A profession that's not the norm.
It borders on the absurd.
In the mountains and down the hollers,
powerful engines could be heard.

I decided to try something new.
Put my driving skills to the test.
Driving from Harlan County to...

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I once traveled around the U. S. on a Greyhound bus,
My wife thought I was crazy, but she made little fuss,
It was, by far, the most awesome adventure I ever took
Three changes of clothes, lots...

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Best to get there early and don’t forget some food and drink.
It’s Friday again and time to celebrate.
It’s hat week, Carmen Miranda’s birthday, toga, toga, toga.
We all had another week taking care of 80 children...

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My words wont ever hold a candle to Poe or Byron.
Rhymes about whiskey and loose woman.
No that pulitzer there really is no need in admiring.

For Im the guy that get's wasted and jumps 
over fire.
Gives...

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Jane Merchant (2)

Invalid of flesh (but not of soul),
She saw Creation whole,
And hymned the seasons come to pass
Beyond her bedroom window-glass—
December trees—and April rain-wet grass.

          ...

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Glitterin' gold wuz struck along Alder's Gulch in eighteen sixty-three!
Potential prospectors came frum as fer away as Knoxville, Tenn-o-see!
Hordes uv soiled doves and gamblers migrated to the Gulch as well,
Along with platoons uv ruffians and...

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I woke up in Knoxville with a rosary in my hand
And I’m not even catholic, maybe God will understand
Because the last thing I remember, I was hoping for a hand
And that was just before the...

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My Mom was born and raised in Sneedville, Tennessee.
She was very special and I loved her and she loved me.
She was born in an ambulance that was parked on the side of the road.
Everybody always...

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What's so great about Southern hospitality is when he or she is welcomed by the entire
family from the South. Southern hospitality is also considered a warm welcome for all,
that includes tourists from these here United...

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Well I love Tennessee, the mountains, the rivers and the valleys. 
Knoxville, Chattanooga and Nashville. But Memphis is a disaster 
Waiting to happen again like it did in the late 19th century when the 
New...

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I am appalled..Sickened.' uncomprehending..!
Why a medical facility 'namley fort sanders'
Small s...' Intentional..) discharged this suffeing
Woman..? How could they.? Are they a care facilty?
Or a scare facility.'? Can any out there advise me?
On the oppresive actions,...

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past knoxville and idaho city there are a pair of adorable nitwits.
townspeople refer to them as kooky oddballs, a couple of twits.
their name is easy to  learn. she is backward ditz; he is fritz.
brown...

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Your leg was infected and the infection spread.
You had an abdominal aneurysm and you're dead.
The infection spread to your stomach and you hid your illness from all of us.
You didn't want to go to a...

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Knoxville, Tennessee, is where I was born 23 years ago. The city is home to the Volunteers
of the University of Tennessee. Knoxville has almost everything any tourist like: there's
shops, theaters, including the infamous Tennessee Theater,...

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Loretta Lee can entertain herself better than most people I see
I check on old people who live in suburbs of Knoxville, Tennessee.
some are sad and lonely, harpy, yelling “poor me, woe is me.”
this has never...

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Sandburg saw you
more than a century ago
in prairie-town Galesburg -
an old lady on the porch - 
unbothered by the whooping cries
of ball-playing boys.

Strangely, you had become a missing piece
in the jigsaw puzzle of my life
and...

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“Freeze your nuts off”
What a gray, gray day at Lake Norman
the worst weekend for a first regatta
our sloops were plastic toy boats in a toddler’s bathwater
and we the hapless Lego men
the November wind screamed through...

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