Photograph of kudzu vine.‘Kudzu’ and Other Poetry by Don Shook The Society November 11, 2017 Beauty, Culture, Humor, Poetry 4 Comments Kudzu* Yes, I creep to cover, smother, choking greenery like no other. I am Kudzu taking over places once filled deep in clover, trees and bushes, vines entwining; each within my path declining. Little fazed by drought or drenching; thirst for space there is no quenching. In the brightness of the daylight or within the depths of midnight I am climbing, creeping, crawling at a rate that’s deemed appalling. Once confined to Asian byways, now I border Southern highways in relentless, endless forging of the landscape I am gorging. There’s no herbicide nor potion that impedes my forward motion. Look at me, see how I gloat, I… Nuts, here comes that blasted goat! * A invasive vine in the southeastern United States that only grazing wild sheep and goats have proven to be successful inhibitors. Pines I think I like the pine tree best, So straight and tall, stabbing the sky; Its needles build a nest Beneath a trunk that can’t be climbed By climbers such as I. Sequestered on a distant rise, Or in repose of sturdy stands, Its whispering belies The noisy moans of prickly cones It drops upon the land. Yet pine trees have a solemn way Of bending wind for singing songs In bows that often sway Defiantly above the lea, Far from life’s teeming throngs. Drenched in the shadow of its tower, I can but throw aloft my gaze And marvel at the power The pine exudes, in solitude, A majesty we praise. Cellphone Blues My Honey left me yesterday, My hound dog’s fleas are back, My rent is six month overdue, And Mama’s hooked on crack. My luck’s done run away from me, Sure ain’t what I’s wishin’… “N worst of all, I’m mighty blue, My brand new cell phone’s missin’. I’d like to call my Uncle Zeke, He owes me twenty dollar, But I ain’t got no phone ta use, He lives too far ta holler. If I had my cell phone back I’d Call my buds for money, I’d order Rex some scratchin’ stuff, And talk to my sweet Honey. But I think Mama sold my phone, Yet I dare not accuse’er. I mentioned it a while ago And she yelled, “Shutup, loser!” So I’ll jest have ta bite my tongue ‘N hope tomorrow’s kinder, ‘N keep a’lookin’ for my phone ‘N hope to God I find’er. Don Shook wearing the many hats of actor, director, producer and author has award-winning scripts, television shows, and theatrical productions in his bag of credits. Formally with NBC in New York, he performed at Carnegie Hall in Tom Booth’s opera “Gentlemen In Waiting”, announced on air for WNBC, and was part of “The Tonight Show” with Johnny Carson. He also taught music and drama at Texas A&M at Commerce, Duncanville High School, Temple Jr. College, Greenville Junior High and Brookhaven College in Dallas. Mr. Shook has written five novels, four screenplays, an acting handbook and over a dozen teleplays and wrote, directed and produced three shows, in Branson, Missouri. He has conducted Masters Acting Workshops for Stage West Theatre in Fort Worth and at The Granbury Opera Academy in Granbury, Texas. www.donshook.com/dshook3 Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related 4 Responses J. Simon Harris November 11, 2017 I like all three of these. I’m from North Carolina, so I can definitely relate to them. My parents have had an ongoing battle with kudzu on their property for most of my life, ever since a stranger dumped a bunch of dirt there with kudzu in it. They never tried goats, but that’s a great solution. I like the fun, light tone of these. It goes very well with the jaunty rhythm and rhyme schemes. I also appreciate the dialect in the third poem. I wish more people would do dialect writing these days, but it seems like something a lot of writers shy away from for whatever reason. Anyway, very enjoyable poetry. Best, J. Simon Harris Reply Fr. Richard Libby November 12, 2017 The last line of “Kudzu” is such a funny surprise! Well done! Reply Joseph S. Salemi November 13, 2017 “Cellphone Blues” is pure Tarheel. An early girlfriend of mine was from Raleigh, and “I jest larned it perfect fum her.” Reply Leo Yankevich November 15, 2017 Pure fun and skill. Reply Leave a Reply to Joseph S. Salemi Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.