Long Tennessee Poems
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In England way back in the 18th century
“Pants” was considered a bad word
Probably coz it sounds like heavy breathing
In bedrooms it could often be heard
Ernest Wright once wrote a whole novel
Without using the letter “e”
Here's a question I'd sure like to ask
Which mental institution lives he
In Tennessee it's actually against the law
To drive your car while sleeping
Well how about that my P-Soup friends
But you can with one eye peeping
Columbus' fee for discovering America
Was a paltry three hundred dollar
If that was today for crying out loud
He'd be living in absolute squalor
Hard to believe Baskin Robbins once made
Ketchup flavoured ice cream, holy crap
Needless to say it wasn't too successful
It melted on burgers, imagine that
Your thumb is the same length as you nose
So nosey people have extra long thumbs
That surely explains why you see some people
With their thumb stuck up their bum
Each year Americans eat 12 billion bananas
I eat probably one billion myself
Okay that's quite an erroneous statement
It's french fries that endanger my health
Did you know butterflies taste with their feet
Imagine if us humans did that
Phew! Stinky poo... I'd swear off eating
And be skinny as an underweight gnat
Parrots are as intelligent as a five year old child
Know friends where that surely applies
They have this really overwhelming urge
To poop on your head flying by
© Jack Ellison 2013
I developed an ileus from being constipated.
This isn't something that's being exaggerated.
It's a blockage of the intestines, that's something I soon realized.
For a week and a half, my illness caused me to be hospitalized.
I was admitted at Morristown Hamblen Healthcare.
The ileus caused me to be hospitalized there.
The hospital is located in Morristown, Tennessee.
I couldn't eat or drink, I was connected to an I.V.
What happened to me can cause quite a scare.
I was treated well while I was hospitalized there.
It was over a week before I was put on solid foods.
I couldn't eat or drink, it put me in quite a bad mood.
Going to that hospital turned out to be a good decision.
While I was there, I mostly watched television.
After being treated with medication, my ileus ceased.
After ten days, I was better and I was released.
The medication I received drastically improved my digestive flow.
If you become ill, Morristown Hamblen Healthcare is an excellent hospital to go.
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
He died that night
In a cheap motel
In Maryville Tennessee
$35.00 Karma mixed with
The smell of curry
Coming from the front office
No one would ever understand
Why he chose to die here
Especially those few
Who claimed to know him well
The gravel parking lot
The towels
You could see through
And the lawn chairs inside
For furniture
Made the connection, and the
Endless search
Real
In a way it hadn’t been before
As he sat outside his room
Thinking about the end
The local construction workers
Remembered his name
As they called out to him
At the end of their day
Marking their time
By a weekly rate
In their rooms down the hall
They remembered the little things
His own family
Had forgotten
Or not so little,
AND THEN HE DIED
In his $35.00 motel room
His fortune, just buried memory
With its headstone forever blank
(Newport Tennessee: April, 2013)
Jasper Newton Daniel was born in 1850.
He hailed from a small town called Lynchburg in Tennessee.
Jack was born on a farm located in Moore County.
He was one of twelve children born to the family.
At an early age, he started a distillery.
Its product would be a world-famous sour mash whiskey.
In a rectangular bottle with a black label,
“Old Number Seven” proved quite popular and able.
Despite the Civil War, and strong legal repression,
the whiskey even survived the Great Prohibition.
Jack Daniel never married and had heirs to bestow.
Therefore, the business went to his nephew Lem Motlow.
These two men earned the Tennessee whiskey a big name.
The Brown-Forman Company made it achieve more fame.
Jack Daniel’s success is something no one will deny.
This is strange considering the Lynchburg town is dry.
I thank both wikipedia.org online encyclopedia and Jack Daniel's website for information I obtained to write this poem.
Lively little Linda, lost love of long ago,
Willingly wandered west with wild Wanda Wilson
Traipsing twice from Tennessee to Tyler Texas
Then to Tucumcari, Tucson, and Tonopah.
Likely larks lured to Lilly’s Lovely Ladies’ Lounge
Hardly having hazards hover their honest heads,
Both babes badly beaten on broken brothel beds
Rescued by rowdy, robust, roving Romeos.
Fleeing, flush-faced, from flashy, fickle first page fame
Heading for home, heartily hoping for healing
Daily devoted to drive Denver to Dover
Wayne waited for Wanda; Louie longed for Linda.
Passionate peaceful pals purposed no purpled past,
Welcoming Wanda and Linda to love at last.
Crindolla the creep monster comes down from the Tennessee hills at night
you don’t want her wrath, she scratches and claws your good dreams away.
replacing them with nightmares you are not old enough to hear about.
the grandchildren looked at grandma who slowly shook her head “no”.
She used to ask Grandpa to stop telling them stories like this.
But now they were older and she knew she could not stop him.
His brown eyes had glistened with mischievous joy,
He looked like a young man again, not a seventy-three-year-old.
“What else will the Crindolla do, Grandpa?” Buying into the story.
Grandpa took some time thinking, which added to their relief.
When you are telling the truth you do not have to think this hard.
“Crindolla will leave warts on your brain, and add bugs to your heart.”
He died that night
In a cheap motel
In Maryville Tennessee
$35.00 karma mixed with
The smell of curry
Coming from the front office
No one would ever understand
Why he chose to die there
Especially those few
Who claimed to know him well
The gravel parking lot
The towels you could see through
And the lawn chairs inside
For furniture
Made the connection and the
Endless search real
In a way it hadn’t been before
As he sat outside his room
Thinking about the end
The local construction workers
Remembered his name
As they called out to him
At the end of their day
Marking time by a weekly rate
In their rooms just down the hall
They remembered the little things
His own family had forgotten
Or not so little…
AND THEN HE DIED
IN HIS $35.00 MOTEL ROOM
HIS PASSING A BURIED MEMORY
AND HEADSTONE FOREVER BLANK
(Newport Tennessee: April, 2013)
There was always much astir on the farm each Saturday night.
The chores were completed early to take advantage of the light.
Supper was done, the dishes were washed and put away.
The sun had settled on the Hoosier prairie ending another day.
Dad would doff his shoes and settle in the parlor, whereupon,
Getting comfy in his favorite chair he'd turn the radio on.
Though the Philco's reception was full of static and very spotty,
He'd tune in WJJD Chicago to listen to Lulubelle and Scottie!
We kids wanted to hear the Lone Ranger, but despite our plea,
He'd tune in WSM for the Grand Ole Opry, Nashville, Tennessee;
And shoo us off for our regular Saturday evening rite,
To bathe in a tub behind the stove to cleanse us of our blight!
Mom scurried about fixin' a scrumptious dinner for Sunday fare.
Gracious me! She made my taste buds tingle, I do declare!
Preparin' chicken and dumplin's, gravy and mashed pertaters,
Cakes and pies and a salad of garden fresh termaters!
After we were abed, Dad prepared his lesson for Sunday school,
Where he had spent many years teachin' The Golden Rule.
Things moved at a slower pace and were much simpler then.
'Tis so comfortin' to recall such special times now and again!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
We were playin’ shows in mid-Tennessee (dodgin’)
Biblical storms like we were sailors at sea
Found a great place to eat in the town called Ville-de-Nash
Where they serve great coffee, fried pickles, and hash
Drinkin’ strong southern coffee to pass the time (I’m)
Swappin’ stories with some friends of mine (when)
I looked up to a big smile talkin’ down to me
“How y’all doin? The refills are free”
Café girl, you really set things ablaze
I was king of my world but in one big haze (now)
I want your sweet smile in every one of my days
Café girl, you really changed my ways
The band went onto Memphis, last show on the road
I stayed in Music City thinkin’ all systems go (but)
After drinkin’ enough coffee to sink a ship
I just couldn't help it and out it slipped
Café girl, you really set things ablaze
“I’m your Rhett dear Scarlett”, she laughed in my face
Wasn't the reaction I’d imagined for days
Café girl, you really changed my ways
After a pause she saw the hurt in my eyes (and)
Said “ok Rhett” to my great surprise (but)
Told me I’d have to work harder than that (sayin)
“Do I look like I need kissin’ badly and that?”
Café girl, you really set things ablaze
Who knew she was in a band in past days
Singin’ the lead till partin’ ways
Café girl, you really changed my ways
Café girl, you really set things ablaze
Let’s hit the road and see how it plays
Café girl, you really set things ablaze
Let’s hit the road and see how it plays