Ides of May A poem by Chilly Billy Howell Ides of MayWhat a day Docked sans a bang Easin’ in ‘neath the chin Six feet from the virus
DISEASE OF MORE
DISEASE OF MORE Disease of More Is not just lore— Cunning, baffling, conniving
Being Southern
Being Southern The first one said Went to my head I’m inherently lazy
Consumed by Him the Addict
Consumed by Him the Addict A time to think A time to drink Better to seek the prior Combustion said Goes to the head Of the seeking outlier
ALICE HASEN – A Poet and We Didn’t Know It
By Poor William VIDEOS in post The Delta draws a multitude of people, mostly tourists who love the blues in the birthplace of the blues, but we also draw folks for many other reasons. We have some serious socioeconomic and educational issues here and are fortunate to have Teach For America (TFA) vested in helping us out. TFA picks some of the […]
I Was Blowing My Breath Away – a true courtroom poem
Headin’ toward the Shacks On a Monday night Gonna hear some nasty blues That’s just alright The light was waning I had paid my dues Easing off Hwy 61 Ready for some blues I turned onto 49 A bit South of town Makin’ my turn As the sun was goin’ down At the cloverleaf The […]
Hope Becomes Faith – a poem about a miracle
By unnamed Guest Bohemian (Clarksdale, Mississippi) Submission by a long-time local Clarksdale business man who quietly and beautifully puts his thoughts to pen and paper–sometimes in a song, sometimes in a poem. We are blessed that he would share this treasure with the Delta Bohemian®. After reading a poem written by a terminally ill young […]
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