According to the ballad,
Davy Crockett, born in Tennessee
(part of North Carolina at the time),
kilt him a b'ar when he was only three
(altho' only a song,
always had my doubts about cruelty to animals
from one so young).
Playing with it night and day, young Davy
should have taken more care
(had a hunting reputation),
he pulled the arms and legs off
his toy teddy bear.
Even at that early age, our Davy
really was quite unfair
(King of the Wild Frontier),
he knocked the stuffing out of his toy teddy bear.
Walking downtown streets of Asheville
I could hear drums in the white wind
Despite being deserted I feel a thrill
Of creative energy hoping to thrive again
The shops full of unique crafts and goods
With store workers seemingly bored
Gentrified was the emerald neighborhood
But evidence of roots still in stores
Helene had come through full steam
Wiping away many quaint little places
Despite that people here still dream
Need for hurricane relief etched in faces
I picked up the cutest jewelry at Noir
Was impressed by the design and symbol
The artist had breast cancer, a star
Who designs shine in times not simple
And the drumming was the shop above
That sold music coffee and specialty gifts
Three men playing drums with love
Giving ambiance and silver souls a lift
I can say I survived Hurricane Hugo
And I have some sense of their loss
But we had more support than they do
If you can shop online or visit help their cause
muddy waters recede
give up beloved dead recovered
appalachian songs eternal
The streets are filled with crying men,
filling the gutters up with tears.
As we walk from our final shift,
that’s fed us for a hundred years.
Eleven hundred jobs vanished,
like a leaf caught upon the wind.
And Canton North Carolina,
will never be the same again.
What’s in store for us tomorrow,
no one can ever really know.
When your faith is already gone,
and any hope is next to go.
There’s no money left to buy things,
that it will take just to survive.
Wondering if it’d be better,
if I would just lay down and die.
They tell me these are better days,
than how it always used to be.
They sure got a long way to go,
before they can prove it to me.
Because I still don’t have a job,
or any money left to spend.
So please don’t give me any bull,
how this country is on the mend.
Even the drunks on the corner,
are gone but it’s not what you think.
They all have to get sober now,
because they can’t afford to drink.
Swiftly, lightening
Flashes in the sky, singing ~
Melody so calm
A hurricane tore North Carolina
After ripping Haiti!
It stalks like a hyena,
Leaving a trail of calamity!
I, The Earth, was turning in my sleep.
Humans live for seventy years.
Some build in areas that are deep
Or somehow interfere with my affairs.
May 8, 2022 the
A K-8 school, J.S. Waters, was roundly chastised today
Its students held a 'mock' slave auction
This happened in March, in North Carolina, in the year 2022
White students sold black students as slaves, and used the n-word too
One boy went for $350, later he was clubbed with a baseball bat
So, if you roll your eyes over 'Racism?' --in the USA?
~ You ought to think long and hard about that
Fire the principal, the teachers involved, expel the white participants too
Throw the book at the adults, and at those white kids too
Make an example of these horrid beasts, so this NEVER happens again...
We dare not wonder why Civil War wounds have yet to mend
Yesterday there was an earthquake in North Carolina
Some things were knocked off the shelves
And broken
Ceilings caving in
And the whole world wondered
Because earthquakes never happen in North Carolina
I laughed out loud when it occurred to me that
I am North Carolina
Bits and pieces being knocked from my shelves
Unexpected shaking
At the most inopportune time
In a place that never shakes
Turns out that even the most sturdy
Of places
Needs to fall to pieces sometimes
Jill has been in the hospital for
seven days and I have not been
writing any poems on Poetry Soup.
Here is one I wrote while there with
my wife.
We would have started out to seek,
Things explained when did speak;
Could hear,
Far or near,
When the weather was very bleak.
Jim Horn
North Carolina
A young woman of North Carolina,
Danced on tables at a down-town diner.
Serving Chilli-dogs and fries,
To leering men she despise,
This Lady deserves something much finer.
ive never met anyone in this life
as nervous as deputy barney fife
andy gave him a big gun
but a bullet only one
and will thelma ever become his wife
Limerick 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph may
2/13/19
Good Morning North Carolina
By Franklin Price
12/24/2016
Good morning North Carolina
It's Christmas eve today
Half way around the world
The sleigh is on the way
Santa must start somewhere
With the children tucked in tight
I believe he's in Australia
It's the middle of the night
Already Christmas morning
As his reindeer lead the way
Flying East to West he does
To make a longer day
To make the best use of his time
He must outrun the Sun
And deliver all the presents
Before the night is done
North Carolina—a beautiful place of humble abode,
On summer vacations or all the year round.
Rife with history, the Wright Brothers showed,
Thanks to Kitty Hawk's sand dunes at heights quite profound,
Hosting Earth's first manned flight on wings at our coast.
Carolina Tarheels—the battle cries loud,
Across our green state, Biltmore east, towards Kill Devil Hills.
Rolling gently across cotton and tobacco fields plowed,
Over civil war lands defended with vigor and skill.
Lakes and streams they're a plenty, abundant wildlife to boast,
Identified as "Southern" south of Mason-Dixon’s own line.
North Carolina place of wonder, from mountains to coast,
Appalachian Trail hikers by the thousands lovingly opine.
So the next time you feel, the need to discover,
Visit North Carolina's splendor, with a friend, sister, or brother!
Blue blue blue blue blue blue
Dressed in blue banging North Carolina
I'm a blue dog I'm a blue dog I'm a blue
dog
dressed in blue banging North Carolina
yeah I bleed blue yeah I bleed blue yeah I
bleed blue
Blue blue blue blue blue blue
I bang my North Carolina State you see
my North Carolina hat nothing but that
NC state the dog is off the chain the dog is
off the chain the dog is off the chain
Blue blue blue blue blue blue
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red
Seven aka The Brown Philosopher aka
The Green Poet
I wrote this when I was stupid
Her list includes croutons and jelly and jam,
as I read down, I see knockwurst and ham.
Bananas and tuna, pick up Borax and Bold,
if there's no Zest, then get Palmolive Gold.
Orange juice and lemons, Pepsi and Sprite,
ice cream and cookies for our guests tonight.
I arrive on line nine with it all and croutons.
It rings up, I reach in..I forgot the coupons.
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