Best Hardin Poems

In the 1600's, Europeans lived on the eastern shore
Their numbers grew, they wanted more.
Iroquios, Sauk, Ottawa, and Mohawk were tribes they met
Too many and more, paid our forefathers' debt.
Men moved west thru the Cumberland gap
Daniel Boone led them, wearing a coonskin cap.
Freedom's new country was...

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“Back in my day” his stories all would start
I’d  lean in close to listen though I knew ‘em all by heart
He was a living legend, one of Texas’ best
Not just another lawman with a tin star on his chest

He fought along “RIP” Ford &...

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Yes blank verse


by randall hardin...

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He made no move at all 
As the alarm clock went off. 
But ten minutes later, 
It was obvious he was awake. 
He lifted himself out of bed 
And went towards the bathroom.
He shaved himself 
With a Gillette Techmatic 
After having sploshed himself 
With a...

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There is no Sunday west of St. Louis
And no God that’s west of Ft. Smith—
So says the frontier adage that’s truest
And confirms the last Old West myth.

Wild Bill Hickok had him a dead man’s hand—
They found John Ringo ‘neath a tree.
Billy the Kid was shot...

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Few now look back on those times that are gone
When Hoodoo and Rudebaugh rode rough stock;
When Clantons and Cowboys carved out Tombstone
And the West was legend with Wyatt and Doc.

There's Jesse amd Frank and Youngers of course--
Daltons and Wild Bunch and many forgot;
Billy the Kid...

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Interview with The Dead Boy -Raymond Mizsak

So Raymond, do you know what happened to you? Why you died?

Yeah, I know what happened to me, man, 
but I don’t remember it happening, 
Cause I was in my sleeping bag sleeping, 
I never heard nothing that morning,...

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I know you, I know your thought,
I won't be intimidated by their sunny
Red blazing eyes that hurts minds.
My ink might not be better now but
I won't give up in the quest to know more,
I will still swallow my pride and work.
The essences of living is...

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Breathless
For My King
By: Melissa Ann Hardin
August 4th, 2019

I want us to be breathless with hope, and fire, and need.
I want us to be breathless with love, and passion, and speed.
I want us to want a moment where neither of us ever wants to let go,
And...

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The Queens Romance
For My King
By: Melissa Ann Hardin
January 5, 2022

Sometimes I whisper, alone at night, wishing you were close and thoughtful by my side.
Can’t imagine how life became so complicated, the simple emotions between us shouldn’t have been.
Maybe I wonder too much, maybe we should...

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My Levi’s Lullaby
By Melissa Ann Hardin
End of April 2012

If I could take your hand to hold forever I would, to light your days with the purest of passions,
And your nights with fires withheld.
The daydreams I’d reenact for your pleasure.
Of the sunlit lake with limbs entwined,...

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Lonesome Hill
Written In Memory of Arlis Walter Hardin, For Martha Ann Hardin
Song: Bluegrass A Capella to heartbeat rhythm helped by Seth Logan Quartermouse
Melody and Lyrics By: Melissa Ann Hardin (Quartermouse) April 2007
Multiple Witness Copyright

Come walk with me to Lonesome Hill.
It’s where my heart is beating...

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Somewhat spoken;
Smolding
 Broken
For I speak life I am whole
Not Broken BROKEN 


I know we are not broken
Yet there were moments Walking on the space covered ground Bronze Sand speckled dust every blade of grass on the black and brown darkened land strips in pieces

I KNOW...

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The Moment After
By: Melissa Ann Hardin
December 6, 2000
Copyright 2003 Melissa Ann Quartermouse

It was the moment after, and I smiled into your eyes.
It was the most lovely afternoon when you joined me by my side.
The sky was clear and bright with just the barest hint of...

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Flutterfly
By: Melissa Ann Hardin
July 2001
Copyright 2003 Melissa Ann Quartermouse, 07/30/2003

Now, everyone’s heard of butterflies,
And there’s even talk of houseflies,
But did you know, I have a flutterfly!

Please don’t laugh,
I swear it’s true!
It tickles my tummy
And beats its wings on my ribs.
I went to see the doctor,
But...

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