Short Appalachian Poems
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I'm never going to see
the great rhododendron giants
of Virginia
or yell"Hey Bear",
on the Appalachian Trail
seven trails cross Damascus
not one to Jerusalem.
.
thinks uv yourn
celtic appalachian sylph
tramp’n through thuh
pennsyltucky prairie's
verde sedge
yep
long after midnight
he points out the big dipper...
grass for our pillows
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for Charles Henderson's Contest: "No Contest Contest"
/resubmitted for PD's Contest "Any haiku will do"
JD Vance, proud of his Appalachian roots
Likes to wear (designer) cowboy boots
Gravitates toward that ‘Man of the People,’ Tucker Carlson
The two of them attacking conservatism ~ political arson
fresh Moonshine
hidden jars in barn
country road
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sweet corn from the field
natural grain distillation
liquid vapor flows
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mountain still brewing
transforming barley and rye
Appalachian!
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Leaves of the Appalachian hills.
Turning red and orange.
Burnt burgundy into smoky dreams.
Rainy days for you and me.
Is this not America?
October is warm this day.
Son playing the guitar
on the front porch swing.
Ones on his way! home to stay.
Fall is for lovers who missed
one another all summer.
Come back together again.
Till the spring.
hey he was him
and she was her
Appalachian
wading
i found not a pond
and not a pool
but nothin we
could not
breath and or swim
and since it's all
relatively
speaking
she is my third
cousin removed
by my second aunt's
uncle's first university
room
mate so
what does
that make me?
other then
the shallow
end of the gene
puddle
Form:
Appalachian trails in the new morning’s dawn
This path today takes me past a haven for dear
My eyes have a treat as they witness a fawn
While my feet step quietly, for her to not hear
My heart, it has stopped, or so it now seems
As the beauty of nature surrounds here, my eyes
For awake I am, yet, it all plays like a dream
As peace finds my heart and my inner self sighs
Appalachian trails in the new morning’s dawn
This path today takes me past a haven for dear
My eyes have a treat as they witness a fawn
While my feet step quietly, for her to not hear
My heart, it has stopped, or so it now seems
As the beauty of nature surrounds here, my eyes
For awake I am, yet, it all plays like a dream
As peace finds my heart and my inner self sighs
.
i watched this her
tramp barefoot
'pon
appalachian stone
root
rock
brown cracked
shoots uv
grass
kiss mine boo-boos
better
tiz true
well
the "watched part"
')
showers of castanets
on a tin roof
a stop-over for the night
on the longest hike
a bushel of owls
in each drip of rain
aftershocks of mice nibbling through
the wires of a sleepless mind
listening
through ear shaped microphones
pigeons scrabble overhead
then clatter as they take off
the rain softens toward dawn
to a ten second splish
time to move on
Appalachian Sister
Wherever I roam,
You go too.
A piece of home,
Follows.
A smile, a song,
The sound of an owl.
Those Appalachian mountains,
Live inside of me.
Your laughter,
The white water creeks.
Your voice,
The whispering winds.
Intertwined,
In my memories.
I think of one,
I think of the other.
Sisters,
And mountains.
Part of me,
We are never apart.
By: Darlene Doll Smith
THIS APPALACHIAN TOWN
up on the hill
the view of the ohio
river is magnificent
in the rising sun.
below a rusted barge
is puffing against
the current
working hard
to meet its
destination.
this is the rigid life
of this small
Appalachian town:
fighting the current
or stepping in
and drowning.
everyday choices
have to be made.
the barge chugs along.
Copyrighted
June 27, 2011
Jim Brewer
Emerald pines and jade laurels
Crisp, cool air misting beyond the range
Of peaks that ascend to meet
The clear, indigo heavens complete
With bleached snowy puffs of cotton
Drifting into silhouettes, characters
Both soft and yearning – floating
Into the horizon where they play
Dancing through the impression
Of a peaceful, tender moment
God’s artistic hand pressing down
Against the Appalachian mountains
.
Cast not to me the rose colored
hearts poets blurt
or thoughts of coolness
from Appalachian falls
or drinks that fog
mine mind
Just fastened hands
bowed heads
and mawz
unto
Yahweh
call
*Uncle James will miss you Brandon !
Long Walk
dark silhouettes of maple trees
etched against the evening sky
a whiteish haze in the distance
dulls the sharp outlines
of the Smoky Mountains
my time on the
Appalachian Trail has been
long and arduous
my soul aches
for home
my body wants a soft bed
but I have miles to go
to reach the southern terminus
at Springer Mountain, Georgia
I put one foot
in front of the other
as I trudge on
just another through
hiker finishing
a long walk
Is man but a workhorse
to be slowly ground to death
To slice his limbs to ribbons
on a slaughterhouse machine
To breathe in sewer muck and mire
or hurl on tractor-trailers never-ending tires
To toil in anonymity on a thankless assembly line
or inhale the toxic fumes of an Appalachian coal mine…
Young man, learn a skilled trade or train for a profession
Life does not have to be misery and depression