Short Redneck Poems
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loiters in his car
a dad-mama's New Year gift
true homeless loser
peewee bald redneck goofy
merry andrew racist drum
Bubba's goat is baaaaad
It done gone and ate his shorts
Burps the abc's.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Oct.16/2005
the dust around him
he has not seen many things
the drunk redneck bull
his irony legs
both got a lick of work done--
cocoon of debris
redneck this and blue neck track
I’d like to have my country back
more divided now than the civil war
love or hate, no gray area any more
Piss over a dog bite
It helps to heal wound quickly
Adding salt to wound
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Sixth Placement
Contest: Redneck Psalms
Good times may not last.
Share thy wealth with tomorrow.
Youth provides for age.
Entry for John Freeman's Redneck Psalms 3rd place
Billy Bob's mower
not only ate the green grass
but ate his clothes too.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Oct.16/2005
Trying something different.
Mom looks through windows
A watched pot will never boil
A daughter's courtship
Contest; "Redneck Psalms, Improve Human Foible"
Sponsored by: John Freeman
A drunk redneck fell out of his pickup
While in the middle of a big hiccup
When a needy dame
Saw the new fair game
And wondered how she’d pick up that hick up
2/20/16
there was a redneck scarlet woman
who screamed blue murder
after seeing red in a blue movie
making purple passionate love in the pink
to the yellow peril who was green with envy
To get out of bed,
On the same side you got in,
Keeps bad luck at bay!
~5th Place in the "Redneck Psamls,
Improve Human Nature" Contest By John Freeman~
Keep playing with that
and you will go blind, young man!
Every boys' nightmare...
Won 5th place in the "Redneck Psalms, Improve Human Foible" by John Freeman
A. Green
classy lassie I love…never will I ask her hand in marriage,
just poverty stricken Redneck boy…she would turn me down,
though I have silver in stars above and gold in the morning sun!
Hill life, country side
Riding horses, redneck bride
Overalls and camouflage theme.
That's the new party scene.
Tobacco chewing and sipping on
some moonshine
Come on to the country for a good ol'
time.
There was a young redneck from Chapel Hill
He was good at cooking up quite a meal
While known near and far
For stewed alligator gar
His specialty was chicken fried road kill
© Mar 13 2010 Charles Henderson
I'm a Country Boy;
they call me Redneck.
Over here, that's the thang.
now .please don't mind
my country drawl, ya'll.
nor my redneck slang,
Heck, just being me, is all.
Copyright McCuen 2008
Truer words
Were never spoken
Through falser teeth!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
6th Place in John Freeman's "Redneck Psalms, Improve Human Foible" Contest - Jul 2010
Bobbi Jo looked so pretty
In her wedding gown
But her veil of silk illusion
Couldn't hide her frown
All her friends and family
Were in the church that night
To see the "had to get married" wedding
And the shotgun her pa painted white
It was a FORMAL weddin' don'tcha know
A silk purse is made
from quality proven cloth....
sow’s ear excluded
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"A silk purse can not be made from a sow's ear"
meaning good products can not be made from
poor materials"
© Jun 29 2010 for John’s “Redneck Psalms” contest
Redneck Car
my redneck car is no junk
eight cylinders, what a hunk
beer cans over the floor
to enter there’s no door
the back seat is sometimes my bunk
2/18/2016
Poetry Contest: LIMERICK CONTEST II - FOR FUN
Sponsored by: JAN ALLISON
A spleen for breakfast or is it lunch.
I’m not quite sure your words aren’t much.
Beaten by a crayon’s mark.
Your fire died without a spark.
The writer’s block must have returned.
Speak up son you’re getting burned.
You’ve got some time with this pandemic.
You’re learning redneck academics.
Rudolph had a brother, a redneck deer named Bart.
His nose only glowed when he would sneeze or fart.
Rudolph got sick; Santa had to call on his brother.
Bart came with pepper in one hoof and a can of beans in the other.
12/24/21
A Funny Christmas Themed 4 Liner Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
a freedom-fighter with a gun
a Jihadist with a gun
a lone-wolf with a gun
a redneck with a gun
a survivalist with a gun
a good-guy with a gun
a bad-guy with a gun
a hate-monger with a gun
a vengeance with a gun
a first-person-shooter
vigilantes and vigils
a patterned proximity
© GoodGuySoul 2015-02-12
You melt my butter.
You sop my gravy.
There is no other
like my redneck baby.
You're the frost on my mug;
the salt on my pretzel.
You really squish my mud.
You're the one I want to wrestle.
But if faithful, you're not,
or you be loose and fast;
not Cupid's arrow shot,
but mine, in your ass!
Love, Arlene
When the biting slap of recognition impacts, unbridled eternity springs forth, as Emily Dickinson's "Wild nights" rides the wave in front of me.
He's back again, this time with whiskey breath and redneck vehemence, revved up to conquer.
Maybe this lifetime, a breadcrumb in the Sahara of the souls incessant trial,
just once the twins will meet as one.