Long Twitty Poems

Opps! must be dead,
looks like the pearly gates,
Rough guy levitates towards me,
think I know his face,
St Peter, I need some help 
trying to get into this place,
I’ll let you enter kiddo, 
but my identity you...

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Sweet rice
Sleep tight
Everybody ride a bike
Home sick pick up bricks
Throwing up doesn't necessary mean you're sick
You could be having an exhortation
Just missed the revelations
Now whose gonna abide, who will ride on this train, this train

Coppertone,...

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Throughout the nineteen-fifties, times were neat;
full, long flared skirts and bobby socks gals wore,
while rock and roll and doo-wop moved our feet
to music slow and fast on the dance floor.

Each Saturday, we'd all go to...

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Truck Stop Time

The frozen wind cracks its whip
And slits my darkened lips
One on top of the other, dry.
The warm blood hardens scabs crusty on my 
Four o’clock shadow
Four o’clock a week ago.

Eyes half open
Two thirds...

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1960 and the world was changing
A time for living and rearranging
Baseball in the school yard with a sponge ball and a fist
Donnie Brooks sang Mission Bell and Chubby did The Twist
Bobbie sox and ponytails, school...

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I’m from toy cars and mismatched Barbie shoes.
I’m from bike races down the one road where no unpadded limb was safe.
I’m from a Sunday carpool and Tom Thumb slushies in Florala.
I’m from the twang of...

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Modern English Most

Do use modern English most these days
If poems wanted to receive much praise
So of the game what must be the quirk?
Answer is Poetry Soup having a network.

Another secret will surely want to share
Two...

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The Good Ole Days

Grilling hotdogs in the backyard,
Relaxing on a tree tire swing.
Listening to Conway Twitty on the radio,
Hearing daddy trying to sing.

Picking daisies for mommy’s birthday,
Catching grasshoppers in a jar.
Running barefoot in the grass,
Watching...

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Little Linda close your eyes
It's time to tell the day goodbye
Lay your head down, soft and slow
It's time to let your worries go

Still the thoughts, racing through your brain
Don't give in to the thinking game
Clear...

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Some of those boyhood memories,
only so often come around,
so when they do, I set them free,
on paper I write them down,

When I was younger living at Blackiston Mill..
I had a rocking horse,
and I remember the...

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Do you still hear them sing?
As I open the gates of heaven. I listen to the sweet music of Johnny cash.
As I board the train, as he sings the orange blossom special.
I take the train...

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(Dedicated to Conway Twitty who passed away June 5, 1993)

The world faced a great loss when you died in 1993.
You went on the road too soon after having surgery.
Your death felt like a crime.
You were...

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