chances of me leaving home
chances of me donning blues
chances of me wearing a flight suit
chances of me being chosen
to carry the sports flag
chances of me staying
what chance do I have to find love
chances of living a life apart
from what I had known
chances of being whistled at by ships
chances of the greatest adventure of my life
chances of boogie boarding the Pacific
chances of kittens
yes, kittens…mom wasn’t a fan
chances of tempura and teriyaki
chances of children in muumuus and leis
chances of sunshine and rainy season days
chances motor pedaling a bit far away
what we won’t do when we are pinch-cheek young
chances of wading, submerging, merging
with (parrot- butterfly- trigger- trumpet- ) fish; and tangs
chances of Hanauma reef and frozen peas
chances of being half a world away
chances of my son finding love in Guam
chances of my daughters marrying Southerners
chances of happiness
chances of me leaving home
#13: Close One, & Cigars
To the accords of The Book of Life ... cheers,
loose ends of the created stoic string
crisscross a heedless sea of empty tears.
In the facade of guilt, all seems trifling.
Metallica Horizons all are round,
languages changing from their Mother Tongues,
World Clock, reassemble to Zero down.
New tastes, new sounds ... The Song of Flower Drums
from Southerners, not quite, the cowboy type.
Bowls bleed of beets, ... have fun chow from Macao.
Americans, ... where? ... flagless world, all hype ...
Russians, Chinese, there ... steak, Mindanao.
Ex-lives work as one, building their Starships,
human chain meant Starman ... breathing room trips.
New Yorkers, in general, are very notorious
for walking way too fast, not moderately:
it's seen as an unpleasant remark;
tourists keep thinking to themselves,
" They're funny! " It's a stereotype they mock,
" Do New Yorkers ever rush to Central Park? "
An outsider asked a stern policeman,
" Why is everybody running? "
" Is the President coming? "
And the cop stared at him saying,
" You are an outsider, not so lean,
catch up to the marathon race:
they are rushing for the train:
they are going to their working place! "
And the shocked red-neck with a freckled,
peachy, round face grinningly replied,
" I never knew they raced like wild horses
to catch a train; we Southerners take our time,
and stress less, we play songs in our guitars
and drink lots of whiskey, we never walk a mile! "
How could the unamused officer take offence and contain his disdain...
when the naive dude offended every New Yorker?
His reply was a shock to the poor guy on naproxen,
" Run like them before I throw you in jail, or take the Southern Border! "
Note: No pun is intended, it's only to spike up some humor!
Sure love the blistering heat
That encompasses me down to my feet
Don't give me no cold
On summer I'm sold
Sure southerners might not agree
Utterly cold waters for two southerners from Oslo.
They take our breath away when swimming.
The land of the midnight sun and the gorgeous
Aurora lights are featured at Uttakleiv Beach.
Kept our eyes open too for unusual sights at
Lofoten Islands in northern Norway.
Eye of the Dragon was one showpiece - a most
Intriguing natural rock formation -
Visibly impressive, virtually unmatched.
Both my wife Nora and I, have our bucket lists.
Each of us have longed to visit our northernmost
Arctic Circle area and its famous fjords.
Colossal - the Trollfjordan near Lofoten which
Hails as the best holiday site ever in Norway.
April 12, 2023
southerners will wrestle tornados, but shriek at the first sign of snow
Visibly wore she my footprints
While bore I a Restarted Scholarship,
In 1993 flaunting The Dullest Glints
With streets that rather mirrored hardship …
Okigwe was The Sometimes Chilly
And irritably The Hilly
A thing of sure hatred by Asthmatic Roads Users
And of as sure by Escaping Criminal Losers …
I’ve heard ‘By An Embittered Dweller cursed’
And since A Metaphor for The Started and Paused:
Often a fitfully regular power supply
And a loss of University Town status, no reply!
Towards modernity, a laborious marching,
Never able Galloping Speed hatching;
For guaranteed steady strides searching
Scarcely for The Dependable catching …
Now, harboring A Community of Northerners,
A lot enthused about their fast-selling Suya
And a Not-Hostile Host Southerners
For them striking more bargains than fewer.
It's no secret that many Deep Southerners decided to desert
To points North, East, and West, they trod to avoid the hurt
You would too if like us, you were kicked around like dust
Jim Crow built a Social Order nearly impossible to defeat
There was lots of sowing, and very little to reap
But in spite of Jim, faith and hope grew deep
Most lessons learned never came cheap
Education was key, but ignorance was hard to beat
People learned to endure the bitter and embrace the sweet
People would say, "Some day, some way, I must break away to find a better way. Enough! Enough! No longer can I stay;
not even for a day. So much dismay and disarray;
everyone must have their say".
Her refusal to change often puzzled me
We searched for freedom in Land of Liberty
Broken in defeat, many retreated to avoid her pain
Others fled her muddy delta fields for city sidewalks
They risked it all to exchange their misery for gain
Some have returned to their roots where they remain
Written 022507, Posted 060521PS
Savory seasoned stalk,
Slow cooked in a big pot.
So good on a cold day,
Sick eat it; feel better.
Southerners like it too
Salt isn't necessary,
Squash can add to the taste.
Contest:Pleiades S
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
04-21-2021
All Around South Had To Hike
All around South did have to hike,
And every single bit of it did like,
To bare bone,
When alone,
Even riding trike when a little tyke.
Jim Horn
Crab with conch and zucchini and okra.
Sound familiar? Some guy said that
grits are not as good as they used to
be. Probably forgot to put butter on
them. Remember Gullah culture and
Charleston River Dogs and Savannah
Southerners baseball team.
Have you ever heard of Huck's in
Charleston before?
Jubilance is too mild of a word to describe what the slaves must have felt.
Unbelievable would not be truthful because they anticipated freedom.
Northerners achieved surrender from Southerners, but the nation lost.
Evil took a break as slaves celebrated, only to return in a different form.
Though thousands lost their lives, there was indeed a new birth of freedom
Everything changed except many hearts, but Blacks were no longer property.
Eating at the core of every soul were wounds that only God could heal.
Natives from Africa, a new race created by blood, hate, sweat, and tears.
Time heals all wounds, they say, which indicates a never-ending task.
History is replete with man's cruelty to each other, and the drumbeats of hatred continue.
06182018PoetrySoupContest, Juneteenth, Edward Ibeh, 2P
Roy Moore Up The Crick
We are Southerners who sure are slick,
So Roy Moore we sent up crooked crick;
Heard our voice;
A lousy choice;
To many he had been a pretty poor pick.
Jim Horn
Must Admit About It
About Alabama many of us have to admit;
Half of them are not really worth any of it,
Real hot to trot,
Was really not;
More then could chew off Moore had bit.
Jim Horn
Brought Moore To An End
What had brought Moore to an end;
Jew and a black are my best friend;
Wife he kissed,
Is prejudiced;
Now who could this possibly offend?
Jim Horn
Decent Poem Written Recent
Not only is this poem great and decent,
It occurred to me was written recent;
Poets are demanding;
They are outstanding;
Not only that you have my consent.
Jim Horn
Curriculum of Wisdom and Christendom
Much information may make up a curriculum,
For what we consider to be Godly wisdom;
Diverticulum extended,
And each law amended,
Comprised of and contained in a Christendom.
Jim Horn
Peter With Paul and You All
Remember when we met Mary, Peter and Paul,
Way down South where they do say You All;
We came to blows,
With their clothes;
Southerners are heathens who have a lot of gall.
Jim Horn
SOUTHERNERS REMEMBER
Southern folks remember when
All of the stores in town
(except maybe a few gas stations )
Closed on Sundays...
Everyone went to church
And the preacher was always invited
To someone's house to eat after services.
We remember when
Cars pulled off to the side of the road
As a funeral procession passed...
And when the whole "village"
Really DID help raise the child .
2012 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
from My Magnolia Memories and Musings
#southern #southernpoems #southernculture
Suddenly it looks misty
and cloudy.
A miasma of our duplicitous past
Is hanging over the Niger.
Blowing down from the polar.
It looks like rain again.
Rain again,
Whoever wants it to rain again.
Who is it that taught you
Such mendacity:
You were "born to rule"?
Whoever lied to you that
The more southerners you killed
Or the more churches you bombed,
The more virgins you will be
entitled to in heaven?
Whoever told them
We can not match their missiles or
Even quench their fires
With the waters we have in the khamsin?
It looks like a storm again
But we no longer use machetes.
They appear to be ready;
Chanting their war songs.
But we pray not for this impending rain of blood.
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