Mississippi Poems

My Town: Columbus, Mississippi

My town is a very friendly city,
Filled with great music and attractive art. 
Long, dirt roads surrounded with great Pine Trees
An incredible Air Force base with planes, 
that soar above the small town I call home.
Peaceful rivers where most go in summer.
 Tasty southern meals at every table, 
Worshiping churches everywhere you go,
Historic culture all

A Mississippi Mystery

How many grave sites should be prepared for me?
Just one. For Robert Johnson, there were three,
all in the Mississippi Delta: Morgan City, Quito,
and (near) Greenwood. Which is right? Do we KNOW?
  			
Those who have taken the time to do research
believe Little Zion Missionary Baptist Church
near Greenwood is most likely. At age 27, in 1938,
he

Cajun Queen, New Orleans

Riverboat on the Mississippi
Folks dining on scrimp, grits, and cornbread
Drinking booze and gambling like crazy
Going to Bourbon Street just ahead

Down in that Cajun Queen, New Orleans

The big paddle wheel keeps on rolling
Down to the Cajun Queen of the Gulf
Where the real money is unfolding
And a thousand green bucks is small stuff

Down in that Cajun Queen,

The King

Born on a cold day
with the moon shining on him at night,
crying as a newborn child
he saw the light.

In a ghetto he screamed
for the first time.
He was raised happy as he could be
without other chances, but fighting.

Knowing nothing else,
he learned that he was the best.
He grew up strong,
after being hit one day after the other,
engaged

To Rolling Fork, Mississippi

Tis not the breath of God that killed the town,
by a spree of dark and twisted clouds
groaning, moaning and churning up the ground,
these winds that roared in anger freight loads loud.

The siren failed to give the folks alarm.
Previous storms had simply passed on through.
They knew not of this close impending harm.
A forecaster prayed when seeing

Early Morning On a Mississippi Highway

There's a thick fog over the trees 
A fine Mist in the air 
A subtle yet calming breeze 
And the Temperature is fair 
The grass is heavy with Dew 
The sky's an overcast color of gray 
Vehicles are sporadic and few 
its a beautiful yet gloomy day on this Mississippi highway

I Have Resigned From Being His Teacher

A good source of Bad Spelling
With the effect Quite Telling:
Sometimes in Serious Writing
‘Capitals’ and ‘Small’ Fighting:
Altering whole passages,
Garnishing The Messages:
Each ‘S’ in Mississippi
Innocently omitting, 
Unthinkable letter P
To ‘Behavior’ submitting:
You strike them out he’s quibbling;
A prelude to ‘Plain Squabbling’ …

I’ve resigned from being his teacher
Rather Good Spelling Preacher:
‘L’ in ‘Halo’ not double
Double the ‘B’ in Stubble

Mississippi Morning

We stayed high atop a bluff overlooking the Mississippi river and before our next day’s drive we were blessed to sit atop that bluff and watch the day arrive.

In the quiet calm of the morning our eyes shifting from the sky above to the river below…we saw the Mississippi ambling by…at her own pace…leisurely and

A Harlequin In Mississippi

A harlequin in Mississippi
His father a priest, his mother a hippy
He gives sermons for hours
While she waltzes through flowers 
He finds them quite far out and trippy

1/17/22

Mississippi Blue Skies

Mississippi blue skies on a Thursday morn
The magnolia trees are in full array
Close to where the delta blues was born,
Mississippi blue skies on a Thursday morn
As an opossum scurries through the corn,
Where children gather in a sand lot to play,
Mississippi blue skies on a Thursday morn
The magnolia trees are in full array.

written December 30, 2021

Mississippi Masala

Hair as long as the Mississippi River,
Eyes as dark as a bayou on a moonless night, 
kiss as sweet as a honeysuckle flower, 
and as dangerous as a rattlesnake bite.
She's a southern sinful delight.
Baptized by fire, 
she ain't like any other, 
her kind of lovin' 
makes the devil run for cover.
 Dancing in the fire

Kind of Blue- Ooh Bee Ooh Bee Doo

Mississippi 1954 

"Don’t you bring that no good 
      So and so 'round here. 
If you bring him to ma door 
   Bobby Roy and Billie Joe 
Will make him disappear." 

But Mother, I love him.

 
"She’s a spool of trouble, son. 
  A stitch in time

Mississippi Midnight

I walked along the Mississippi shoreline at midnight
Listening to distant barges groaning in the dark
And thinking about Mark Twain
Drifting down the river on a lazy summer day.

It's the same old Mississippi he rafted on,
The same course, just different water.

Those lovers heard the barges groaning, too, I think
Their inner ears occupied, duly registering
The lapping against a

Mississippi Rhyme

ACROSTIC PLAY EXAMPLE 2 for contest 11/8/2020

M
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Sailing up the mighty river towards Minneapolis snow
Scratching the mosquito bites from head to toe
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Scenery stunning the closer the cruise up North
Several seasons succumb as we go forth
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P
P
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Kim’s Acrostic Play Contest
Rhyme

Mississippi Voices

Dark echoes of the past reverberate 
In Mississippi voices filled with hate. 
This morning nooses hanging from a tree 
Remind us all of lynching history. 

Some people claim great progress has been made 
And racist attitudes, in time, will fade; 
If this is true then why do people try 
To resurrect the Old South's battle

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