Short Arkansas Poems
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A dog,
A backpack,
A guitar,
A walk on a Arkansas Highway.
Weather warm, dry,
Few clouds in the sky,
This was his world,
Today.
Howdy - put this in your craw!
Tell your ma. Tell your pa.
Yes sir, you have my word -
verily, I'll pull my sword.
I'm the poet swordsman of Arkansas.
On granpappy's farm,in Arkansas
Picking cotton was the annual chore,
Recording the rural life,he saw-
Scraping a living ,on a small wage
A tender story..of coming of age.
Happy birthday, Sister Elsa,
It's known for its abundant park;
The wilderness of Arkansas
Hosts the night beasts in the dark.
Topic: Birthday of Elsa Mercurio (March 22)
He traveled down from Arkansas,
To New Orleans, for Mardi Gras.
"One evening of abandonment,"
That's what his trusted friends say,
"He frolicked on Fat Tuesday night,
And repented on Ash Wednesday."
Form:
A sweet young thing from Arkansas
Went out one night without her bra
Her blouse slipped down
Which caused a frown
Since she was dancing with her pa.
written March 28, 2022
There was a cowboy from Arkansas
Who bragged that he was quick on the draw
They superglued his holster
Before he dueled a gangster
He doesn't brag much any more – nah!
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
There once was an Arkansas beagle
Though quite common, registered legal
But when it would rain
The throne he would reign
As if thinking himself so regal
Feb 18 2016 an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
My dad was a boll weevil and my grandpa was too.
We travelled the Southern states through.
To Arkansas and Texas we did roam,
forever looking for a home.
I'm still searching for a place to dwell,
and polyester is a living hell.
we were
always burdened
by the
captivating chatter
discreetly hostel
last likely
a shew
proposition to
reconsider southwest
precook texarkana
thickened tangy
ambition crookedly
fluster and
recognizable flake
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 31–September 6, 2026)
hllbilly hoe down
hard piece of straw in each mouth
bibbed overall dance
banjos and fiddles
potluck of fancy desserts
arkansas ham hocks
hound dogs on the porch
homemade corn liquor from gramps
square dancing parents
loud bluegrass music
pink taffy pull for the kids
toothless grandmothers
At the pitcher’s mound, for the Arkansas Razorbacks,
The scarecrow faces the crowd and sings, “Bring Him Home”
From the Broadway Musical, “Les Miserable”
Then, he receives a standing ovation from a flock of
Black crows chatting and eating buttered popcorn,
In the front row box seats, just behind home plate
Small Arkansas town had tolerated enough
Deceased bully is now not so tough
Lots of guns blasted the square that day
They did not give the brute time to pray
Gunshot came from every direction around
It did not stop until the bully was on the ground
Don’t mess with Arkansas, said Detective McBing
None of the townspeople saw a thing
Water running,
in a steady stream,
flowing over polished Arkansas stones.
The Ozark Mountain stream so old,
the waters are so cold,
and thy endless flow,
that's steady and unwavering.
A rock falls in,
its journey begins,
then calmly downstream it's washed.
As the rules do abide,
the ripples do collide,
and play a pretty attuned song.
Honeymoon At Dodge City
Our honeymoon were on first day;
Overnight in Dodge City did stay;
Supper digested;
Then we rested;
Headed to Colorado without delay.
Jim Horn
That was on Augusy 27th, 1966.
We started out in Wichita, KS.
Garden City is on other side of
Dodge City. They both ar on the
Arkansas River. Dodge City is
having voting problems.
Come one, come all, down to the Candy Cat Paw!
The most fabulous kitty store in old Arkansas.
We have Animal Twists and Meow Mix too.
Mom and Dad, there are kitties waiting for homes with you.
They are being weighed and petted around.
We’ll sell them to you cheaply, by the pound.
Come one come all, down to the Candy Cat Paw!
Sugar mice are free, down in old Arkansas
Hillbilly magic in the heat of the day
Playing homemade fiddles in the middle of May.
Blowing into Grandpa’s jug with a merry hey.
Knee slapping melody with my cousin Shay.
Adding to Arkansas lazy ambiance in every way,
Black comb with waxed paper kazoos added to the fray.
Consuming Bob’s moonshine in secret shadows of dark gray.
Good ole’ fashioned downhome fun on a June like Saturday.
Wild women of Woolie Woods of Oakie Snout
Whispering wise words within and without
Whimsical wisdom with wishes whisking waywardly
We mortals held back, observing but giving space, willingly
Whatever they were saying was well above my head.
Warlocks would wonder what Woolie Woods said.
Wishing and wondering, we held back, a bit in awe.
A tiny bit afraid of the Woolie Wood Witches of Arkansas.
Jarvis was a goner the second he saw her bouncy hair
She recognized this and reeled him right into her lair
Her amber eyes gave him the stoplight green.
Jarvis from that moment was never again seen.
I hope it was worth it said his Arkansas kin.
I rolled my eyes, as this rolled out past their chin.
He never returned, was never again seen.
Beware of a witch who gives you a glance stoplight green.
In the foothills of the Ozarks Arkansas
Those mountains a calling, come and play the game
From prison came Joe to see his ailing pa
Furloughed from prison won notorious fame
Frances met him in their secret rendezvous
Sweet blonde Frances Standridge, eyes of baby blue
Her lover the sly fox of Chigger hollow
Taught her teenage virtue a newfound shallow
For and in Honor of Dr Rams Contest
a lively alligator with a banjo down Arkansas way
strummed his stringed instrument every single day
He had drums too, but his wife said “no”
when she was at her mother’s he played them though
This was a musical beast who loved to sing and dance
He wanted to join a Thespian group, they said “no chance!”
You see people are fearful of alligators down in Arkansas
So he went to New Orleans and danced during the Mardi Gras.
No more money for liquor,
she thought
in the berth.
The train clicked
in darkness like a clock.
Hearts crack,
husbands drink,
babies cry.
Borrowed time.
He hit her.
Her father cried, “Get out!”
One morning
they found his body
on the lawn.
Exhausted.
Nothing left to feel.
Each thought
was a mile
through the dusty southwest.
She would take him home
from California
to Arkansas
for the sake
of what might have been.
It has been their asservation
since Arkansas days
without any reservation
many misunderstood their ways
The right wing conspiracy
continues to question
their altruistic sincerity
and past indiscretions
Many find it axiomatic
that their gig is up
and being pragmatic
still find them corrupt
April 2, 2018
Triple A Challenge - 14 lines Maximum - N/A
By Robert Haight
Words to use - Asservation, Altruistc, Axiomatic
When children are taught never to forget
conflicts’ lessons, to love all humans,
to honor those through history
who, selfless, wrought liberty. . .
Then will spangled dreams for
our peace be fulfilled
as God imparts
tomorrow’s
grace on
all.
For Brahm Bailey's (Your) Country 'Tis Of Thee Poetry Contest
Note: The Etheree form was created by Etheree Taylor Armstrong (Feb. 12, 1918-March 14, 1994). She was born in Arkansas, USA and is known for using this form a lot.
I didn’t really want
to get political
my poems are supposed to be
sweet and fun
But several other poets
have posted verses
about my sweetie pie
Donald Trump
So let me explain
in poetic style
why I still plan to vote
for him this fall
Yes, he is crude
Yes, he is orange
Yes, he is totally
out there sometimes
Yes, he is crazy
Yes, he is weird
Yes, he is possibly
dangerous
Yes, he may well be
all those things --
but he’s STILL not
from Arkansas!!!