Shirley Alexander

Rookie - 79 Points (Somewhere under heaven, Georgia, USA)

Shirley Alexander Poems

1. The Last Ones To Know 6/11/2008
2. Walking On Water 6/11/2008
3. Fourth Grade Drill 6/11/2008
4. Making Love With Music 6/11/2008
5. Alzheimer's 6/12/2008
6. The Awakening 6/13/2008
7. Torn Pages 8/26/2008
8. Here In The Life Of An Unknown Poet 1/29/2009
9. Sweet Wine And Saddle Oxfords 1/29/2009
10. The Ballad Of Bumble Jack-(A Bit Of Fun) 1/29/2009
11. My First Broken 1/29/2009
12. Smoking Behind The Gym 1/29/2009
13. The Birth (Spiritual) 1/29/2009
14. Hiawassee 6/21/2009
15. Into The Hornets’ Nest At Seagrave’s Mill 6/21/2009
16. Bright Shiny Days Like This 11/5/2009
17. Fear Of Falling 8/19/2010
18. And All Around Me, Life Goes On 4/19/2013
19. Do You Remember Fireball Roberts? 6/11/2008
20. Daddy 4/19/2013
21. Ghost Prints 4/19/2013
22. Witness: The Wreck On Hwy.78 4/19/2013
23. Devil In The Promised Land (Adult Theme) 4/19/2013
24. Abused 4/19/2013
25. An Important Call 4/19/2013
26. A Perfect Picture 4/19/2013
27. Cowboys 4/19/2013
28. Red Mourning 4/19/2013
29. Without A Proper Eulogy 4/19/2013
30. Sunday Drive Back Home 4/19/2013
31. What Passes 4/19/2013
32. Memories Of 1963 4/19/2013
33. Last Notes Of A Stored Guitar 4/19/2013
34. Ghosts Of Me 11/9/2015
35. Secrets, And Women 4/19/2013
36. But, I'M Still Hoping 4/19/2013
37. Ghost Of A Blue World 6/11/2008
38. Geode 4/19/2013
39. A Family Treasure 1/29/2009
40. Sometimes, Life Gives You Lemons 4/19/2013
Best Poem of Shirley Alexander

Something From The Woman I Left Behind

1978,
the seventh anniversary of our marriage
we spent the night in a van,
on top of Brasstown Bald mountain.

He slipped a pistol under the mattress
and said we would be safe
from robbers.

Vandals wear many disguises
and the violated learns, eventually,
to recognize the mask.

2 a.m.,
wrapped in my own arms,
the scent of his whiskey on my neck,
bruises on bare trembling legs;
I stood naked before the moon.

In cold October air,
had to find my way back
to me.


© Shirley Alexander

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Making Love With Music

At Shag Phelps' birthday bash,
in a small dark bedroom
on the far end of Alan's trailer,
we found ourselves laughing and naked,
doing the dirty dance to a drum solo,
and strains of electric mystic Iron Butterfly
'In-A-Godda-Da-Vida, baby…'

Flashes of strobe and heady weed

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