Poems
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Baby Boomers, Myrtle Beach, Poems, Shag Dancing
Tribute to a Jukebox Giant
In The Land of Shag Lived Fat Harold, The Jukebox Giant. He called himself “Fat” For a name like that Was easy to remember. Giants choose their names Not to […]
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#NewSouth Sunrise
Take It Down, Take It Down I’m headed to C0lumbia, South Carolina, hottest city on Earth in the summer, to see what happens next. Are the lawmakers of the S.C. […]
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Baby Boomers, Myrtle Beach, Poems, Romance, Shag Dancing
May I have This Dance?
If you’re in love, love to dance, or you’re alone, looking for a partner; if fifty years ago, you married your high school sweetheart and haven’t danced since senior prom. […]
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Horizontal Desire
“Dancing is a vertical expression of horizontal desire,” said Robert Frost, maybe America’s most famous poet. The first time I heard that line quoted I wondered who said it first. […]
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Ride the Knife
Ride the knife is lesson one on the hustle. Then beware the blade. How long you ride is relevant. You slip and slide the longer you ride and cut yourself […]
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President’s Day Pussy
Poem for Candidates To aspire and arrive to lead a nation is an honorable ambition impossible to attain for a pussy. We bestow the office on little men who sit […]
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Absent Valentine
Dearest absent Valentine, What’s in your heart when love is out of town? Depends how long it lasts, given love’s condition leaving. One heart stays, the other goes; in […]
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So Rob A Bank
The Earth is traveling around the sun 61,000 miles an hour. That is so fast no bullet on Earth could catch us. We could get away with anything. The […]
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Driving, Mostly Riding, With Ross
TO TAMPA AND BACK My younger son Ross is six feet, six inches tall, has hair three feet long, a beard that near reaches his chest, and blue eyes. Some […]








