Best Ranches Poems

Some modern folks, when they hear his name,
will roll their eyes and look ashamed,
thinking the cowboy is uncivilized,
with his hats, and guns, and round-up rides.
That...

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Those walls of my captured annals falling
By steel leviathans devouring my solitude
Capped blasts dropping the once proud structure
No longer is a mans home his palace

Histories...

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In a little West Texas cow town years ago
There was an  old doctor by the name of Hill
Little man, mild mannered, cheerful until made...

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The Whittlers

The stately county courthouse was their usual meeting place,
a columned Greek Revival, and a lovely public space.
They sat upon their benches under lofty pecan...

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Year five of the Great Depression. 

April 14, 1935 another Sunday of church services praying for
The rain that wasn’t coming.

And the sky turned mean and...

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THE GREATEST GENERATION
by

JOHN M. ARRIBAS



Many Have Called Them the Greatest Generation
They Had Struggled and Survived, an Ugly Depression
It Was an Era of Hard Times and...

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Some people have palaces, castles and mansions
too. Some people have big houses, farms and 
ranches. They seem to live Happy - at least 
others think...

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Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV
 Part One           ...

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A Horde of Haiku

A horde of Haiku
Is what will be found when you
Read all of mine through.

What if embittered
And all your patience is lost
It could...

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I'm on my way to Butte Montana, 
where the mountains reach the sky, 
and the eagles soar way up high, 
folks are friendly and give...

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Imagine hills where 
landscapes slide into 
heavens
Dews and hues 
romancing its ranches
A decor of devil's bow in 
soft tone
A cascade of bays 
blending
A steaming geothermal...

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She was a wily cigar chompin' gambler with the moniker of Poker Alice,
Renowned throughout the west for her skill in many a gamblin' palace!
Poker Alice...

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SAVE MY MOTHER, AFRICA

Poor Africa, why have you allowed your ancient precious priceless beads taken away frm you while coveting after a common coated carved...

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The force of my thoughts is a force to report,
Attention, no Deficit, Hyperactive, no Disorder, call it slaughter
when Hyperfocus onslaughts play hocus pocus with my...

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Ponytails and blue jeans 
Sat at Papaw's knee, 
Watching as he whittled 
On old branches from a tree. 
    And while he...

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