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May 07, 2019
This poem is part of the contest:

POETIC SELFIE (May Contest)

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ME

The red of Carolina mud
runs thickly in my veins
all it's rebellion, all its pains.
But this is just a part of me.

For I was born in Tennessee
it's sandstone lies here deep within.
It forms, perhaps the bones of me
as rough as stubble on my chin.

Though years have turned me lame and bald
and added pounds to creaky frame
leaving far too many friends just recalled
I'm left mediocre without fame.

Yet the true center of myself
was formed in later days of my youth
by books still resting on the shelf
and forebears who taught me to seek truth.

I am a man who seeks wild game
and tries to tell of all I see
but I'm mediocre, without fame.
This isn't much but this is me.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost

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Geezer

Geezer

5 years 11 months ago

that it isn't condensed, it gives me a couple of pieces that I didn't know about before, [born in Carolina and raised in Tennessee]. ~ Gee.
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S

Born just outside Memphis,moved to Florida for a spell then off to San Diego before back to Memphis. Then at the age of 11 to South Carolina where my father was born and raised. A Navy brat.And here I'll be before my final move to the great mystery.$ hours from the beach tucked here 1 hour from the eastern continental divide.Southern born, southern bred, when I die I'll be southern dead. Roll me in flour and throw me in oil I'd be southern fried lol.

S

I'm not one of the selfie generation lol. So perhaps showing what a person is doesn't really fit although there are some lines which describe me as being fat and bald. I appreciate your candor though and hope you have/will enter the contest to show us how it's done..........stan

Geezer

painting a portrait of ourselves with words is about as close to a selfie as you can get here. I suppose that one might argue that when one says "I'll come calling", that people can be confused about what that means. Does it mean that I will stand outside of your house and call you? Or do I come up and ring your bell! Come on, let's not "split hairs" or does that confuse you too?
~ Geezer.
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Gracy

Gracy

4 years 10 months ago

Hi Stan, the comments have made me laugh a little more than your poem...nah, jus' kiddin.
Interesting life you've had, glad you shared it with us in poetry. You've got some it's where it should be its, or vice versa. I hope the mud isn't circling thru' your veins...lol.
Nice metaphor.
I'll return to take it all in. To think I've been to the States and visited Florida, San Diego and much more, but not Tennessee or South Carolina. About 4 times, including the islands of Hawaii and American Samoa. Thank God I did that during my life, don't know when I'll be able to again. All the best, Gracy

S

I go back to some of my older stuff and do random edits every once in a while which is what brought this oldie back on stream. I'm pleased you enjoyed it and comment and I'll check out the its it's problem

lovedly

hello me ''I was born in Tennessee....'''
did you read my message
in my blog to thee
I know you won't have a spare
second next time

spend a few seconds
if you don't mind
Did you compose the song
''HELLO TOM DOOLEY
this time tomorrow
some lonesome valley
down Tennessee
You will die
Tom Dooley

Hang your head and cry
oh boy you're goin to die.................

This is the only music piece
on which I rely