Poems by the Red Neck Poet
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Brion thanks his God for the inspiration he has given him on several of these poems. He thanks his daughters as workers and inspiration also. It has never been his intention to hurt anyone with his writings. If so, get over it and change your life as well.
The last poem of this book is Brions letter to any addict struggling to overcome a hard addictive behavior. Get and seek the help you need. Believe in the true God and please dont victimize your family. Brion hopes these readings have been enjoyable and inspirational, but most of all, this is and was his testimonial throughout time for his children and grandchildren of who their father and grandfather was.
Brion L. Morse
The Red Neck Poet, A.K.A. Brion L. Morse was born to a mother of a hard rock miner and spent his adolescent life in the mining camps of Northern Nevada. Living and growing up in this environment instilled a great appreciation for the great outdoors. As life does, it takes many directions and with time affords us to learn and acquire skills, temperance, wisdom and knowledge. It is now with the wisdom and knowledge acquired through the hard knocks of life that Brion shares these poems with the reader. Initially, these poems were intended as a written testament and history to be passed down to his daughters Amber and Moriah and six grandchildren; Tesla, Idalia, Anthony, Jessica, Joshua and Alexander. With letters and poems sent to Moriah that was doing time in prison for drug related issues, these poems were written with the intent and purpose to inspire and show of Brion’s own life and the reality of life in general. These poems were shared with a few co-workers, his daughters and eventually were shared with women who have now been referred to as the Red Neck Fan Club who are incarcerated at Nevada’s Women Correctional Center in Jean, Nevada. Brion hopes as you read these poems that you may also see into the life of one man and perhaps be inspired.
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Poems by the Red Neck Poet - Brion L. Morse
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Contents
44983.pngCo-workers Stink
Goldie the Mom Dog
How to Get Started Selling Real Estate
Recession or Depression
The Mirror
Withered Hands
A Better Plan
Lead Foot Tweeker
Lead Foot Tweeker Meets John Part 2
Molded
The Mask
Wake Up Call
Brat or Bastard
Buying a Used Car
Horn Dog Don’t Learn
Message from Home
Vacation With a View or Just Screwed
Rich Man – Poor Man
Life’s Journey
Thieves at the Pump
Blood is Red. Skin Isn’t
Brain Fart
Clown Around Now or Clown Around Later
Fan Club Thank You
Friend or Foe
I’m dying for a PB&J
Learning to Fly
Mirror Mirror
My House
No Brainer
No More Aces
Old Hat
Red Neck vs. White Trash
Short Cut – What Short Cut?
Spud Hates Tweakers
The Future Depends on You
This Child
Two Tone Paint Job
Waiting to Be Called
What is Normal
The Day After Pill Something Went Bump
This Pill or That
Fan the Flames of Desire
Thief in the Dark Stole Something of Yours
Who Was This Man?
Angry Vial Man
Birthdays Suck
Great Leaders Are Elected Not Born
Memories
-Over Qualified-
Spoiled Brat
Scary Story
P.M.S. or Sybil
Tin Can House
Tweekerville Nevada
Bad Connection
Evil Man
Seed of a Brand
The Cake is not so Sweet
Life
Trinkets to be Shown
Taking a Vacation – Are We There Yet?
Bad Communicator
Barbie Loses It
Bad Habits Won’t Change What’s Wrong
Mr. Clean
Planting a Seed
Pull Another Hill
Stressed Out Dad
Soul Worthy
30 Years
Dad’s an Ass
Prayer for a Child
Electronic World
Sticky Fingers
The Sacrificial Lamb
The Common Man
Bad Ass-it
Super Jackass
Repel It
The Tornadoes Vortex
Price Tag for a Soul
Lost Daddy’s Girl
Always There
Gene Pool
Chasing a Vane
Pawn Shops
Slamming Door
Burning Bridges
Punk
Boy Toy – Drunk Punk
Letter to an Addict
The Excavator
Left Holding the Bag
Quiet
Second Class Please!
That 15th Load
A Senior Moment
New Cadillac…Road Trip
Revolving Door
The Apprentice
Tin Man
What’s that smell?
Under Water
What does God Say?
Price of a Drink
Thank you Note
Swords Edges
Diabetes
L.A. Road Trip
Last Respect
Endorphins
Apology
Tic Toc Tic
The Goose Just Died
Inscription
Over Cooked
Paint and Feathers
Bully
Future! What Future?
Drugs, Booze and a Crashed Car
Moving Day
A Long Road to Travel
The Past is Gone
Dead Presidents
Regrets and Fear
I’ll Take That Bet
The Battle
Your Calling
Bad Ass President
Reflections Through a Windshield
Summer Outing
Dysfunction
Plan Now
Stone Face
Asphalt Rail
Princess Queen
Dancing Partner
Nightmare
Cover Your Assets
Freedom’s Price
Daughter of Perdition
T-Rex
Wish of Two Fathers
Co-workers Stink
41833.pngEver notice your co-workers; the ones that seem to know it all.
The ones who puff themselves up and seem to be at least 10 feet tall;
The ones that know all the answers before you even ask;
The ones that will tell you anything and everything about any given task;
The ones that are half your age, but act like they are at least a hundred;
To acquire all of that experience and knowledge, it often makes you wonder.
The ones that will point a finger or be glad to throw you under the bus;
The ones that hate the world and themselves and constantly swear and cuss;
The ones that will ha-ha
you and even seem to sass;
The ones that someday you hope to see fall upon their ass.
The ones that think they are superman and they even think they can take a bullet;
But if you listen really hard you can see that they are full of shit.
The ones that say should of, could of or would of
, Done this or that
and thinks he is much smarter;
But when it is all said and done; he could not walk on water.
I am known for speaking my mind or telling you what I think, oh but don’t get me wrong,
Because I know that my shit does stink.
For me I don’t know it all and I never will,
So if you don’t have a word of encouragement or a helping hand;
Then keep your damn mouth still.
So when you think you have made your point with your comment won;
Try to remember all the wrong you have done and why God gave his son.
Goldie the Mom Dog
41844.pngShe was shy and pregnant when she showed up on that summer’s morn.
Looking for a handout and a place for her pups to be born.
I was not quite ready for anymore mouths to feed;
Two dogs already were quite enough for me.
I made sure she had food and water as I went off to my work;
And when I came back in the evenings, she was waiting at the gate with a smiling smirk.
I guess you could say she won my heart, she adopted me;
And bore me six fine pups that summer, in all her glory to be.
She nursed those pups and cared for them; she was a very good mom;
But the time eventually comes when they need to find a home of their own.
It is not that easy to decide who stays or who must go;
But you make a choice somehow the heart seems to know.
The pups went easily. They were quite cute and furry.
I often wonder did they get good homes or why I even worry.
Now we go for rides in my old pick-up truck.
With the mom dog and two of her boys; hoping to spot a rabbit with any luck.
The joy that they give me is way beyond compare.
So when a pregnant stray shows up at your gate; there is no need to despair
Open your heart to be adopted if you dare.
How to Get Started Selling Real Estate
41850.pngI have worked a lifetime or so it would seem;
To pay the bills, be responsible and do what seems to be the right thing.
My age is catching up to me; I’m no longer the pup I once was.
The aches and pains are more frequent now, but there no need to make a fuss.
I would like to be retired and throw away the clock;
But our system won’t allow that as long as I can walk.
To be approved for disability they say I must quit my job;
Then hope that it gets approved; while I’m forced to steal and rob.
I have worked and saved all my life; to have a place to call a home.
Now with the recent mortgage crisis; the bank wants to foreclose on my loan.
I have worked hard all my life to see that ends would meet.
Now the ones that would decide my fate want to throw me to the street.
I guess I’ll find a Maytag
box to call my new home.
Now that I an old and gray; I’ll have the time to roam.
I’ll have to put up a new mailbox down at the appliance store;
And hope my mail gets delivered to my new Maytag
box outside the back door.
Now that my new housing problems are solved; I’ll have to figure out how to eat.
I guess I could dumpster dive at Denny’s or pan handle on the street.
I guess I could become a contractor and build cardboard boxes on the river.
While I wait for my disability to be approved and a donor is found for a brand new liver.
In the meantime while I wait and ponder the days away in my cardboard condo;
I wonder how Obama lives his life while he’s flying off to Mambajambo.
I think it is wrong of me to judge how he should live.
It would be nice though if he could find more to give.
Me…I can’t fly anywhere; the money I seem to lack.
While I walk the streets to my cardboard condo, with my fifth of jack.
Oh, it’s not that bad though, I have new neighbors buying cardboard condos on the river.
At $5.00 a box, I should be able to retire soon or at least buy myself a new liver.
Oh wouldn’t that be grand to buy a new liver
And live my life in my cardboard box somewhere by the river.
Recession or Depression
41856.pngRecession
or Depression
, you call it what you will.
As for me, I see the worried faces, the vacant stores and the foreclosed houses at the top of the hill.
The politicians we elected; fighting for their jobs;
With new promises of prosperity; while they continue to cheat and rob.
To balance the budgets; the more money that they need.
The salaries they obtain, by our backs, through their lust and their greed.
Oh it would seem quite so joyous the money that they spend;
But when my pockets are empty; there seems none to lend.
We have bailed out the auto companies to have a nice car to drive;
But without a job to drive it to, it’s just hard to stay alive.
Our children are our future, on them it would seem sure;
That if we should overcome these problems, it will be for God to find a cure.
Our economy is collapsing; oh the wars that we wage;
We tend to fight everyone else’s battles while history adds a page.
The American dream we once fought for; now seems a thing of the past.
At least for the working man without a job to grasp.
The rich and the wealthy go on with their money and their greed;
While the poor and the hungry fight always for some need.
America the great was once a good place;
Me being a veteran; I now hang my head with disgrace.
No-one seems to care. It seems it’s all about me
.
A nation once as one; I no longer see.
We are selling our freedoms to the ones that will pay;
While the working man works just to survive the basics from day to day.
God in all your mercy, I know you must have a plan;
I for one don’t want to live in this my own country
, when it’s run by China or Iran.
The Mirror
41861.pngWhen you look in the mirror
Do you like what you see?
Or do