Short Arkansas Poems

little red pig called
suie,lets eat some red meat
bang on the table's...

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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....

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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....

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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)...

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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."...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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

Submitted on April 23, 2020 for 'WILD' poetry contest sponsored ANTHONY SLAUSIN

Originally posted on September 3, 2019...

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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....

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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....

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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...

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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....

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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....

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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....

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 Hee haw, hee haw, yo I’m Bill from Arkansas,
  I don’t know why y’all are so mad at me for.
    That woman, Miss Lewinsky,
    sure stained my Presidency
  and now she won’t blow my nut sax anymore!

 “Yeah big buddy, you blew it and what a mess”,
  I sure did darlin’ all over that blue dress.
    It sure was fun Monica
    for us to share a cigar
  and quickly pass an act of sexual congress!...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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!!!...

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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....

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7/18     20:12

Nate-- Touchdown! The crowd goes wild!
Agent-- So your going back to the outpost now?
Nate-- Yeah, Forest is my home. The outpost there is too.
Agent-- O.K. I'll stop by and see you soon.
Nate-- I'll be there. I'll play your song on the way home.
It's still "Say Anything" by Cartel right?
Agent-- You got it. I love that song.
Nate-- Memory like an elephant...
Agent-- Body of a Tiger?
Nate-- yup.
Agent-- Stay safe out there.
Nate-- you too......

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