Short Folk Music Poems

teeming with pride,
humble and its peen.
sometimes only wearing underwear.
culture so rare.
dancing on there own line of drumbeats, 
minding there own a folk music.
so keen on their own particular heritage of kin,
made u of their own ideas and dreams....

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work in progress
Footle of Country Bands

S**t Kickers/slide guitar
cowboys 
Stetson 

John Denver/folk music
“Thank God”
fiddler


Footle Of Rock Bands

Guitar strings/stockings
steely 
nylons

Big hair/bands
hairspray
glamour 

Roadies/Hotel
seconds
trashed rooms

Thrash/Punk Rock
Bangers
Façade...

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Look closely... 
Can you see it? 
A town, 
all held upon, 
a single red rose. 
Hussling
markets, 
homemade treats.
Dancing,
street parties,
folk music. 
Floats, balloons, parades.
All that joy, laughter, life,
held,
on something so small.

Date 05.17.2020
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
Contest Pick a Title Vol 17 - Yalto Contest...

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At the annual scarecrow contest I saw a guitar loving boho scarecrow
She was whimsical, fun, and she reminded me of happier times
She was wearing a seventies shirt. I almost expected folk music.
Who made this one? I asked a few people. An older man gave me a wink.
I figured it was him, but he did not want to give away his age.
I remember those days too, I told him. He said “TOO!” acting offended.
We both laughed....

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I feel twelve most days, on rare occasions, I feel nineteen.
When folk music from the sixties comes on, I am seventeen.
I do not remember being any ages in between these ages and my real age.
I do not recognize or revere my actual age.

So when I look into the mirror and see faded eyes,
An old woman’s neck, splotches on my skin and a sty on my eye
I forget to smile, which is great, because then I do not see missing teeth.
And I can still be twelve, seventeen or nineteen....

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