Long Tailgate Poems

49 years past; a puppy was bought, picked up out of his pen on a pet shop floor;
he had honey brown eyes & an inquisitive way. He grew to be so loyal and true, how...

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Ready set go, pick yourself up off of that floor
Because you probably drank to much the night before
You have an alcohol problem you can't ignore

Put your pants on one leg at a time 
Now make...

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Do not be self-conscious or anything, but I have got my big ,rotatorof an eye on you.
I know your mama and yourdad, and I’m willing to let them know if you are not being true.
I...

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I went to work for him that year,
early on, in the fall, 
It was my job to help feed, 
water, and clean the stalls. 
  
    The quarter horses that he...

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Inspired by "First light" 
instrumental.
Green tape instrumentals 
record by Evidence of Dilated 
Peoples.


Plan my escape out the depths 
of inferno
Time wasted as fast as 
cigarettes burning
As a fan of this form of art, 
back in...

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Let’s take a
Road trip
Together.

I want to go
Far away,
Maybe
Even to
Outer space
Where we can
Race the stars
Across
The night sky-
I’ll fly you
Around
On clouds,
Drift soft
On winds
Or burrow
Deep in the
Ground-
A landmark
Unto myself-

I’ll show you my
Favorite things
And
Kisses in the rain,
Point out the...

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out in the county and up the highway
anger hangs like lost voodoo over Miami
dances on bumperstickers
floats on airwaves
scars faces with perpetual glares
colors perceptions darkly
alters moods and
drives young men to football coaches
then army recruiters

anger that beats...

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Big mike got away again                              ...

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I looked up the word 'boor' in my Funk n' Wagnalls to verify the truth.
I found that, "A 'boor' is one who's ill-bred, crude and somewhat uncouth!"
I find boors obnoxious and inconsiderate jerks when they...

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Written: August 28, 2023
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If you don't covet where you live, my friend,
Imagine a fitter home, a place to mend,
A sanctuary where dreams come alive,
A space where bliss and hope will thrive.

Picture walls that tell stories,...

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I reckon you could call me an old curmudgeon but that's alright!
I've been around four score and three and I have earned that right!
There are many things that annoy me but I'll mention just a...

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Mighty Ducks win the game
Pass the ball perfect the play
There's so much riding on your fame
Men clad in armor win the day

The crowds are grumbling they've all gone wild
The stripes bad call has hardened your...

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Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:  Tailgate Party
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  January/2015


It's my 
tailgate party

you're welcome 
to come -

Music's blasting,
and
We
Popp'in 
Champagne,

around
a hot

Webber Grill
In the 
parking lot -

Got my 
game day apron 
on,

Cook'n:

Oak wood Q'd
Baby Back 
Ribs,

Slow grilled 
and
smoked....

Brushed
in 
Sweet Hickory 
BBQ sauce -

and
laced with
 a
half cup 
of
Jim Beam 
Whiskey -

Child 
this party
is Popp'in

Got 
a Deep...

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Out in the driveway
Sits my old pickup truck
Whose tailgates the first place
I learned about love

Its held on with cables 
That are rusted and worn
While its seen better days 
Its weathered the storm

That old rusty tailgate
Helped...

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Another season has started and he's ready to go.
For the Bobwhite Quail is this hunters foe.
He's one beautiful dog,but he's not for show,
for not many of birds have out smarted old-Joe.

He's been lying in the...

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I dream of you and me each night.
I see me walking on a dirt road.
I hear the sound of a four-wheeler
and as it comes closer everything
turns into slow motion.
On the four wheeler, me and you.
We...

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It takes two to tango, 
as they say. 
It also takes two 
to road rage. 
It sure is fun watching 
two insane, 
out-of-control knuckleheads 
zigzag aggressively 
on the highway
with their driver windows down;
honking their car...

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A Rottweiler  Shepard mix
longsuffering had proven to be
With the Doberman pup, a red one,
won on a gambling spree

Rocky the mix and BoBo
 coexisted for a time
As any two male dogs can manage
till BoBo reached...

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Remember...

     Parties in vast, secluded fields,

         Bonfires,

             Kegs of beer...

 ...

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I usually don’t make them, resolutions I mean
With the best of intentions they begin and end as a dream
But as I reflect on the year that just ended
Many of my actions leave me offended
So I...

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He had plastic bags wrapped 'round his shoes
He was covered with the evening news
Had a pair of old wool socks on his hands

The bank sign was flashing "5 below
It was freezing rain an' spittin' snow
He...

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“On the Road to Carolina”   

By Miriam McCue - creator of poetry.

dedicated to Bubba, my grandson who is not allowed to do what is in this poem. And Bob 
who maybe did.

Warning: do...

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With temps in the nineties for four solid weeks,
and nary a raindrop forever it seems;
our outlook is bleak and to this our mood speaks
of these late summer months and their endless extremes
as the visions of...

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Road Rage
By: Tom Wright
8/2/2006

The latest phenomenon
Of “Britches” day and age,
Was his life’s first encounter?
With the tag Road Rage;

It had happened one night
Or was it early morning?
It began without inkling,
Thought, plan, or warning.

“Britches” couldn’t recall
If hour...

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Life right now is a sorry state
But at times its been great
I'd be okay except for Fate
Upon my nerves she does grate

Don't like her but I wouldn't sat hate
If I do she'll add more freight
Trust...

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