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Allen Baswell Poem
It was Clark Gable, who posed the question,
“Oh, Mr., Faulkner…do you write?”
Indeed, Mr. Gable, Faulkner wrote…
About that postage stamp of native soil
In many books and stories did his typewriter toil
regaling about that mythical place he called Yoknapatawpha County
somewhere in the rolling hills of north Mississippi
he penned a tale about Colonel John Sartoris
of Boon Hogganbeck and Lucius McCaslin
taking a trip to Memphis, Tennessee
in “Boss” Priest’s Wynton Flyer
they were “The Reivers”—footloose and fancy free
Yes, Mr. Gable, Faulkner wrote…
of Quentin Compson—“The Sound and the Fury”
the perils of the Bundren family—“As I Lay Dying”
Vardaman said, “My mother is a fish”
Indeed, Mr. Gable, “Mr. Bill” Faulkner did write
about Emily Grierson, her male admirers in “A Rose for Emily”
the trilogy of the Snopes family, such a literary tapestry
Oh, heavens, Mr. Gable, Mr. Faulkner did write
In every novel, every story, all about his native Mississippi
his works a marvelous contribution to America’s rich literary history
--Allen Baswell
© 02-25-22
Copyright © Allen Baswell | Year Posted 2022
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Allen Baswell Poem
I’ll Wait Forever
She stood with him on the veranda,
Looking resplendent in her flowery dress,
And he in his Confederate gray uniform
Tears fall down her cheeks as he said,
“My darling Catherine…I truly love you so
“Yet I must go…go and fight the Yankees
A dreadful yet formidable foe”
She pulled him close to her for a long embrace
Looking into his eyes, she gently caresses his face
“My precious Stephen, I’ll wait for you
“I’ll never stop loving or caring for you…never
“No matter how long this war lasts—I’ll wait forever!”
He returns in December for a two-week leave
They attend parties, and go for an afternoon carriage ride
He expresses that his love for her will never be denied
Before he left for Georgia, he said, “Catherine…please wait for me
As I continue to fight for Southern honor and glory”
Each passing day, she sits with her face pressed to the bedroom window
Her thoughts are of her Rebel soldier, whom she loves so
Spring, 1865, Catherine falls ill with scarlet fever
Getting weaker by the day, the end is near
Lying in her bed, she sheds a tear
In a voice so soft and clear,
She’s heard to say, “My darling Stephen…I’ll wait forever!”
--Allen Baswell
© 05-30-2022
Copyright © Allen Baswell | Year Posted 2022
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Allen Baswell Poem
A friend hands him an envelope with familiar handwriting
a note from his lady friend—why didn’t she bring it, he’s inquiring
he opens the envelope, reading the contents carefully
It’s a Dear John letter—why did she do this to me?!
his heart is torn and full of pain
leaving the church, tears roll down his face like a torrential rain
Weeks pass…he feels forlorn as he sits in his den
choking back tears, he asks, “Will I ever love again?”
He seeks solace—he heads to the bookstore
his favorite place to enjoy coffee, to write and more
As he enjoys his coffee, someone catches his eye…
an alluring blonde with wavy, shoulder length hair saunters by
their eyes meet…she flashes a warm, precious smile
“Hi, may I join you please?” she asks, “Perhaps we can talk awhile!”
they speak at length of books, writing and favorite writers
his heart is starting to a bit of cheer as past pains start to disappear
He is thinking, “Oh, how I long for the day to meet someone
“who won’t make me feel sad and lonely…”
and will join me in a sweet love symphony
“Oh to meet someone to help me give love a kick start
and she will never break my heart.”
--Allen Baswell
© 08-25-21
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Allen Baswell Poem
This Time He Wants To Be Sure
He has been searching…
seeking, yearning to find a lady who will not treat him wrong
one who will not string him along
like the last girl—who played him like a board game
who brought his heart sorrow, hurt and pain
tired of crying in his pillow, tired of feeling woe
he deeply wants to give love another try
to no longer feel broken and shy
This time, he wants to be sure…
that she will be the one to love him honestly
to be his true and only one—not a fantasy
This time, he wants to be sure…that she will never leave his side
and her love for him will be heartfelt—never to be denied
This time, he wants to be sure…
that their love for each other will be one to always endure
and will be sweet, tender and pure
This time, this time…he wants to be sure
--Allen Baswell
© 08/11/21
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Allen Baswell Poem
What is it about you?
What is it about you…
making my heart skip a beat
when you said hello to me
flashing a smile so warm and bright
thoughts of it stayed with me all through the night
when you tilted your head to one side
and blew me a kiss…
a sweet moment not to be denied
one that was a beautiful bliss
What is it about you…
when you said you want me, you need me
and you’ll love me all through eternity
that I’ll no longer feel rejection or pain
so I’ll have courage to love again?
--Allen Baswell
© 11/30/21
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Allen Baswell Poem
I Don’t Want to Let Go
I don’t want to let go…
of when I looked into your eyes
as you brushed aside a strand of your soft brown hair
your smile so sweet, so bright
the thoughts of it stayed with me deep into the night
You said, “Let me be yours, for I want you to be mine
so our souls, our hearts will intertwine”
I don’t want to let go…
of the moment when I gently held your hand
we began feeling a special connection only we understand
I don’t want to let go…
of the moment we watched the sunset
you put your head on my shoulder and sweetly said
that this is a moment you’ve longed for—one you never wish to forget
I don’t want to let go…
of the time you asked, “Will you hold me? Will you kiss me?
please… please be my reality
my sweet man, please take away all my sorrow”
I don’t want to let go… of you
of the hope that you are the one for me
now, tomorrow and all of infinity
I don’t want to let go…
of you, of your sweet tender love
I don’t want to let go
--Allen Baswell
© 09/30/21
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Allen Baswell Poem
A late afternoon—alone on a small hill
listening to the wind and the soft call of the whippoorwill
he sits in contemplation
as his heart feels ache and frustration
he yearns for a special girl—how he desires her presence here
to hold him close…to wipe away each falling tear
“Hey, sweet doll,” he’d call to her gently
“Come be with me…I’m so tired of these feelings of woe
rejection, loneliness and sorrow
“Sweet girl, all I want, all I ask
please, please, take away all my anguish and pain
come into my heart, stay with me
all I want…is to love again”
--Allen Baswell
© 09-04-21
Copyright © Allen Baswell | Year Posted 2021
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