#dixie
i'd like to say oh hello like mulaney
grab a pen and craft stories like ashirogi
sing from the heart like chicks from dixie
and be the top percentage like young joey
but when i look at them
i just want to be
all that i am
and drop the hat
the wisecrack
grab a chair,
listen.
Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 9:42 PM UTC
Love has a Southern flavor: honeydew,
ripe cantaloupe, the honeysuckle’s spout
we tilt to basking faces to breathe out
the ordinary, and inhale perfume ...
Love’s Dixieland-rambunctious: tangled vines,
wild clematis, the gold-brocaded leaves
that will not keep their order in the trees,
unmentionables that peek from dancing lines ...
Love cannot be contained, like Southern nights:
the constellations’ dying mysteries,
the fireflies that hum to light, each tree’s
resplendent autumn cape, a genteel sight ...
Love also is as wild, as sprawling-sweet,
as decadent as the wet leaves at our feet.
"Love Has a Southern Flavor" has been published by The Lyric, Contemporary Sonnet, The Eclectic Muse, Better Than Starbucks, The Chained Muse, Setu (India), Victorian Violet Press and Trinacria
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 12:44 AM UTC
Hang on, hold on...
...we get the fiddle out,*
Now the old Ban-jo...
here comes it now,
clap tune with us...*
America went in the can when Hollywood then brought-in,
The good feelings sneakin' 'round as Old Times never for-got-ten.
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
Real T.V. got your goat as poli-ticks snake your vote,
I guess that's how, guess what's now, -rock that boat!
LOOK AWAY! LOOK AWAY! T.V. keepin' Dixie!
Take a knee you N-F-L, NBA you go to Hell!
Still not same, as Me 'n Me, with money, life is swell!
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
Demo-cracy was thrown a hand, when Dixieland lost it's stand,
Oh live and die for T.V.
Keep your eyes down now, -boy don't look around...
...Our way, -T.V. -is Dixie!
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
Gotten out? The Great Gar-den? Then we shot your Mar-tin.
And ole Jay Z we'll mow him down, every time he hits our town,
oh you'll see, catch a grave, as God T.V. keep y'all a slave!
Not the same, as Me n' Me, in spite of all your New money!
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 8:05 AM UTC
She's down here, in Dixie
She doesn't try, to fix me
Her sultry Texas drawl
I'm at, her beck, and call
She's my sultry *****
Tain't nothing needing fixin
Her eyes, can make a dream
As honey mixed, with cream
She's got a laugh infectious
She always, leaves me breathless
Her way with me so fine
Everywhere, and every time
She's my Dixie *****
Tain't nothing needing fixin
Her lips, her kisses, mine
She's what makes the south, divine
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 12:44 PM UTC
Hey Dixie.
You were pretty
Smart, weren't
You?
You packed up
And left your
Dead end town
Deadened life.
Hey Dixie.
You were pretty
Sad, weren't
You?
Girls like
You, girls like
Us are
Often sad.
Hey Dixie.
You were pretty
Scared, weren't
You?
Ran, you ran
And I never found
Out if you ever caught
Up with yourself.
Hey Dixie.
You were pretty
Strong, weren't
You?
Stronger than the
Coffee and whiskey
Stronger than your
Lipstick lullabies.
Hey Dixie.
You and I are
Not the same
Are we?
You had a heart
And I've got a soul
Yet you took the
Easy way out.
Hey Dixie.
I guess you were
Pretty smart
Huh?
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC
We were mixing our affections
Kissing Dixie cups of wine
Laughing at the passing time
Our fingertips touching
And wishing for another
Chapter to be read
We were down at the barn
Where the horses stay
We were hanging around
messing around in the hay
You dropped your Dixie cup
I threw mine away
You smiled and said what the hey
The moon came harvesting
The stars were laughing
And we had our day that night
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC