Best Dixie Poems

A land unto its own as old as dirt
Condemned by voguish northern state of mind
This realm you'd be hard-pressed to disconcert
Though his'try would prefer it be maligned

The secret twisted oak and winding creek
The tapestries of moss that grace the swamp
They whisper in a language few...

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Dixie was a little bird
Who flew from tree to tree
With bright blue eyes
And feathers gold
She was a site to see.

From tree to tree
And branch to branch
She flew around all day.

Her song would reach the tallest branch
Happy, loud and gay.

One day Dixie met her mate
While flying...

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My sweet Creole Pixie
(My granddaughter Dixie)
Still loves her Paw-Paw
In spite of his flaws

'So you do or you don't'
'So you will or you won't'
Accepts with no strings...
'It's simple' she sings

No matter what I say
('It's all right...You're okay!')
No matter what I do
('So what?' 'I love you!')...

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The headline screamed, or so it seemed,
to those who had known her well.
Said:  Killer's Confession Solves Case
(from eleven years ago).
The headline shrieked so now at last
we would know all the horror
of how she was strangled
when they were both drunk
and high on something evil
when he...

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Tha lil ugh-gy duckin...

...Waa-uh-uh...a BAT lookin baby!
An somMO (I don mean jus maybe!)
Growt up in a house-boat shack
Way downt-ere in ole MAN-chac
Ain lyin!! (An I AIN hat no toke)
Ugh-gy baby make BU-tam-ous foke
All LAFIN an bubbly an-DIN!
Dat black hair and daak Creo-skin!
Guess who I be...

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Winn Dixie Florida

Happily filling up my grocery cart I thought I heard snickers.
"Hershey's Kisses and Fruit Loops are smooching,” said Almond Slivers.
Piña-colada razzed Star Crunch, “Let's fight you chicken liver."
Energizer batteries cheered, “Smack him, Star!  Give him the shivers.” 

Oatmeal started crying.  “Cheer...

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Dixie Rose
You are an enduring natural beauty of immeasurable quality.
The blanket of pink flowers that embrace your lovely branches
conceal an internal strength and a unique unwavering grace
for not even the torrential flood waters of life
or the relentless savagery of a soulless pair of hands
could overcome...

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...leaving starched shirts and neckties in my rearview,
mission accomplished and to The North, I bid adieu.

I set fire to a Panatela and answered the call - "ALL ABOARD!"
The Cajun Queen was southbound down The Mighty Mississippi - MY REWARD!

The whistle blew, the bell clanged and...

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Whisky Dixie was a girl from the state of Alabama 
Her mother was a housewife and her father was a farmer
She came into the world in a field full of corn
Her mother had been drinking on the day she was born
And that is how Whisky...

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The road wore a coat, a thick blanket of snow
Spring had not reached those Tennessee hills
As midnight approached, three Rebs lie in a hole
Near a slope where six brethren were killed

In tattered gray suits and in dire need of shoes
For the soles were exposing their...

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Descending the hill, they danced to old reels
Most composed with a Southerner's pen
Four years the blood spilled, half a million were killed
But the States were united again

Celebration complete, the Rebs left Tennessee
The young soldier said, "Sarge, no more slaves
Just one thing bothers me, they were...

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The issue's not yet signed and sealed.
Three cogent answers hold the field,
and no-one knows which is the best.
I'll set them out before you, lest
the question go a-begging.
                  ...

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Dixie Born,
Black History Month 2017
Curtis Johnson

Dear Delta Dixie:

In the late summer of 1949, I was born just off highway 49 not far from your mighty waters.
I moved away in 1967, and was ashamed and embarrassed to be native born within your borders.

In my early years,...

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Dixie Cup Memorial
                  by Odin Roark

How small it is
this bottom of the Dixie cup
looking skyward
holding high the torch
the unemployment check
of another kind

Held aloft with no regrets
Half full
Half empty
All...

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I can smell the seasons change in the land I was born piercing my soul. I can taste the flavor of the rain from inside looking out the window on stormy dayz. Memories of my childhood when I explored and played. Honey suckles, plum trees,...

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