Long Tennessee Poems
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Like French fries and ice cream, two different places but retain the same meaning
Hot and cold like I am riding with the a/c on and the window down to catch the perfect breeze
If we were born in the same state would our relationship ever equate
You can never be certain of what is to come but you can control your outlook
We used to go by intuition, then we used the stars, then we stumbled upon maps, before listening to the GPS
Someone will always have an opinion, direction, plan for what should be your relationship
When the only map that matters is the directions to your relationship goals, the only opinion that matters is the thoughts floating from the mind of your queen or king
So, when all is lost and you are frustrated with bae over the little things
Look into the stars in their eyes under that Minnesota sky to find the answers
Why fight over the little things when in the beginning we connected through all of the little things
The way he would kiss her right before he said goodbye, was never the same as the kiss he gave as he said hello, it was special as if he was in the same moment she was thinking of as he walked away
The way she would hold you just a little tighter when she was afraid and believe in you when you didn’t believe in yourself
She has never been to Tennessee but I can picture her under the Memphis sunset, as to say it will all be ok at the end of the day
We get on each other’s nerves but all we have is us when everything else is gone, so no matter how hard life gets I will always be the one to kiss her goodnight
As we lay back and pop in a movie that we will never finish before our eyes close with my arms around you and your faith carrying my wavering thoughts
p.s. our feeling will stay the same, never changing same as the birthplace…
A woman on her daily walk was serenaded by
a cardinal, a blue jay, and a Carolina wren—
or so she thought. Imagine how surprised she would have been
to learn it was I, a mockingbird perched on a limb up high.
I can make you think you hear a car horn or an alarm,
a barking dog, or a piano. Year-round, day or night,
I perform many charming songs, to listeners’ delight,
but I’ll attack if I think man or creature means me harm.
I am wildly popular, along with being versatile.
I am the designated state bird in five Southern states.*
Those living in the area know that in the forest waits
a concert by performers that are sure to make them smile.
*Arkansas, Florida, Mississippi, Tennessee, and Texas
Elvis and Pavarotti,
two attractive singers
from different countries;
and both sang divinely!
Elvis was " rock and roll "
from Memphis,Tennessee;
and Pavarotti a tenor
from Modena, Italy!
Both made their mark in music
singing harmony with gusto;
and at times, Elvis seemed eccentric...
while Pavarotti a flamboyant maestro!
Legends are made of one's fancy,
but these two were real;
delighting crowds with their charisma,
and their lovely wives:
Nicoletta and Priscilla
were there to cherish that thrill,
to be a big part of their lives...
even through joy and agony!
Elvis and Pavarotti...
names destined for immortality,
and many generations
will be fascinated by their powerful voices;
and like us, who heard them sing,
they'll carry on their everlasting lagacy!
True Story
Greyhound Bus
Driver and passengers
Scheduled destination
Alabama to Tennessee
Highway fate
Skies rage
Tornado formed
Wind blew
Cars were maneuvering in all kinds of directions, but no collisions with the Greyhound bus
Everything tossed around like unwanted toys
Warning came
The Greyhound bus Driver and passengers found themselves inside the Tornado with such force
Almost like a Wizard of Oz adventure only more alarming
No one expected with such impact of velocity
Heaven’s reality check
The Greyhound Bus turning around, side to side and upside down
The bus remained in tack and only damage were cracks in the window which didn’t break
Immediately, The Greyhound Bus was descending down at a swing pace, but once reaching the ground, it was carefully put down
Only minor bruises among the passengers and Driver
No lives loss only survival through the ordeal
Miraculous through it all
A baby was aboard, but no scratches nor any wound
Heaven being the survival kit
Driver and passengers being eyewitnesses
God’s gift of life
Taking nothing for granted ever
Only glory being the story
There was a light once shone in you,
like the softly glowing fireflies,
on sultry summer nights;
in Granville, Tennessee.
Before the shadows crossed your way.
Before the shadows crossed your way.
There was a song once came from you,
in melancholy Gaelic hues,
on each Fall’s golden morn;
your fetching siren’s call.
Before the shadows crossed your way.
Before the shadows crossed your way.
There was a touch once passed from you,
some tiny flaxen butterfly,
that brushed against my lips;
and took away my breath.
Before the shadows crossed your way.
Before the shadows crossed your way.
There was a you that I could feel,
each time we looked or met awhile,
two souls entwined in love;
that ever would be bound.
Before the shadows crossed your way.
Two souls entwined in love;
that ever would be bound.
Before the shadows crossed your way.
A Greyhound Bus
Scheduled #102 to depart from Jackson, Mississippi
With destination signage for Memphis, Tennessee
The Greyhound Bus Driver was given the signal to depart
Every seat was accounted for and the bus was full
The bus was heading for the highway
Through the downtown Streets of Jackson leading to the journey that would begin
It was night and weather uncertain
Light rain began to fall
Suddenly, a strong wind began to blow
The wind got stronger and stronger
Without warning the bus was caught in a Tornado
Homes and structures were blown away
Even farm animals were also taken into flight
Cars and trucks thrown everywhere
The Greyhound Bus itself was lifted up swirling through the Tornado
What was amazing that the bus stayed intact during their ordeal
The spin and turn
Passengers were in panic
Their thought was this was their death
Without warning, the bus was descended downward, and gently placed on the ground back to the highway where journey started
Everyone was alive and survived
Only minor bruises
It was as if God said, “I spared you all”
Go and tell your testimony about the high and mighty
The Greyhound bus was able to continue their journey
It wasn’t their time to go home to Heaven
That day will always be remembered
Miraculous to tell their tail
The bus arrived into Memphis late
It didn’t matter, the Driver and passenger were alive to see another day
Faith was designated throughout the passengers
Miraculous
“You're really not going out in that stuff!”
The hotel clerk asked in amazement
Not being familiar with Tennessee fog
Wondered why was he questioning my intent
“The truckers don't even travel in that
It gets as thick as pea soup around here
If you want my advice, I'd wait for a while
Should be an hour or so 'fore it clears”
Thanked him but told him I had no choice
Had to be in Tampa, before midnight
“Well, don't say I didn't warn you, my friend”
Started thinking, “Hey, maybe he's right!”
But off I go, and as I enter the Interstate
His words came roaring back in my ears
Actually couldn't see the car in front
Suddenly I'm overcome with fear
It was then my world came crashing down
A blinding flash, an indescribable pain
Now I'm sending this warning from above
As I exist on a much higher plain
“You're really not going out in that stuff!”
Should have listened and taken his advice
So here I am up here looking down
Thinking, “Oh well, I had a good life!”
© Jack Ellison 2013
The small orioles from Tennessee have
migrated North, their yellow breasts
match the bright daffodils in the grove,
in the meadows, or in the plain's vastness.
It's very late April and the Nordic spring is
in full bloom today; there's little to envy,
although the deep South has more beauty
and warmth than of all New York springs.
Cherry and apple trees show much vibrancy,
eastern bluebirds gather in their branches
and chat among themselves, a language
they only understand; I love the diversity
of species that dwell here in modern age...
without their presence Nature laments.
Over the years the landscape hasn't changed,
the calmness and the lively mood persist;
if this isn't Paradise, which other place is?
I stroll under the scented blossooms that
undulate spreading more delightful wafts...
while butterflies and bees seem captivated.
Wait until sunset paints everything in red,
scarlet roses and lilacs will blend so eloquently,
making it resemble a red sea from inland;
here's where I like to lay down for the eternity.
On my farm, my daughter Zoe grew strong
She became a beauty, like a happy country song.
She didn't smoke or drink, had lots of fresh air
But an exorcist once took a look, told me to beware
Down a dusty road in the evening glow,
She'd walk in her gown where the wildflowers grow.
Deceptive beauty could melt iron men
Zoe earned the nickname of "The Siren."
Legends speak of shipwrecks in the past
Homer has the captain tie himself to the mast
So he can safely see the beauty of the sirens by the sea
But nobody could survive my girl from Tennessee.
She's a distraction on the high road side,
My advice to you, give her a berth wide
Cars jump the curb as they pass her by,
Luxury cars wrecked; I've seen grown men cry.
She says it's not her problem, it's their self-control
She's not going to hide just to save each lonely soul.
She left Tennessee for Scotland, to find her family tree
I begged her, "wear a Burka," but she would not heed my plea
In Glasgow there were warnings on the radio wave,
"There's a girl ahead with the soul of a knave."
But eyes would betray, and hands let go,
Into the heather, the cars would go.
So if you drive that highland trail,
Keep your eyes ahead, pretend you're tied to the sail.
There's plenty to look at - the lochs, the sheep
The scenery in the highlands makes your heart leap
Just don't look at my Zoe, and don't get sore
It's not her fault if you don't reach your door.
The SNP in Scotland has filed a complaint by diplomat
But I tell them - when it rains, get a hat.
She just looks pretty, the open minded must agree
Not to blame the USA for the disaster from Tennessee.
avid arm-wrestling against awesome Allie
brave Billy Bouncer balks a bit at Ballet.
cocky courage cancelled, civic concentration.
during Des Moines Diamond demonstration
energetic efforts enthuse eager Eddie
facing fearless frog-legged Freddie
gracious Greta grants gorillas gratuities
harry harpoons happy harpy Helga Hanuities.
ignoring ignorant Insignificant Inglewood Iam.
juggling jockey Jacque justifies Jan’s jelly jam
keeping kangaroo kilos in Kalamazoo
linking luxurious llamas left loving the loo
marvelous Maude mixed montana’s merry moo
nevil’s nearby newts kneaded the nightly news
octagonal Oscar ostrich operates an oily ooze
practical pigeon Pete patrols Perry Parkway Poo
queluz quarrelsome questions quiver and quack
rustic remnant of Ruby respectfully resides on the rack
stellar starlight of steeple stallion stares on in the stack
twisting twosome Twiggmeister ties Terry’s Tennessee tack.
universal understanding utilizes utensils in the USA.
varigated variety of venus villians verifying
wild winsome windsurpers willing werewolf whying
‘xact ‘xperts ‘xplaining ‘xtra ‘xpenses ‘xasperatingly
young youthful yellow yaks yawning youthfully
zealous zealots zinging. zipping and zagging zestfully