Best Rocky Poems
Splendor of soft shoulders
caressed by sinking sun
Out my window the western slope
of the thick coated Rocky Mountains
Once upon a clear cold Colorado Chrstmas
purple brushed horizon flecked with gold
filled my picture window
Mesmerized I stood staring
at this huge canvas hung in the Louver
God's and goddesses swirling about
in a swath of psychedelic clouds
refracting the colors of slow dimming light
Mt. Olympus in my living room
I was seventeen living in a dream
high up in the sandstone cliffs
carved out by the west's Mississippi
Nature, sweet mother of mine, purging
my childhood nightmare with sunsets
mountains, rivers and springs
On the banks of that fat river below
I listened to nothing but hope
Even in the echo of crackling ice
Even when she froze everything still
she made life beautiful
Never ever did she
punish my anger
but kissed it away with her love
with forests, flowers, birds and trees
She gentled my soul when I held her hand
and took me back from the jails and hospitals
every time I ran
Seventeen, fresh from my last disaster
Christmas Eve eight hundred miles
from expulsion and friends I missed
my dreaded return to the last place I left
There she was…
… arms spread clear across the valley
to hug me… her renegade child
My mother, bless her heart--
--wasn't happy to see her headache return
But my "other" mother was.. yeah
I took refuge in the painted cliffs and canyons that surrounded me
and when I came down to the valley floor
I would stop before the bridge
and walk down to listen to the big water's mighty roar…
It never stopped rolling and never ran dry
despite all obstacles
and neither did I
My savior doesn't have a birthday
but I will celebrate my hope in "His"
Just that warm sun
slinking like a coyote
over the western horizon
that Christmas Eve
is all the hope I'll ever need
Where Hard Rocky Crags Meet White Foamy Sea
Where hard rocky crags meet white foamy sea
rip-roaring splashes, sing softly to me.
Under starlit heavens, big yellow moon
Our fleeting lives vanish far, far too soon!
Where waiting sands absorb bold, mighty waves
further out lay, lost ships and lone sea graves.
Yet sadness can not diminish this view
Or hide the spot where I proposed to you!
I see again, star glow in your bright eyes
and hear that quick yes and your happy cries.
My darling, in this, our sweet tale lays bound
unbreakable vows, true love we both found!
Where hard rocky crags meet white foamy sea
rip-roaring splashes, remind me of thee!
Robert J. Lindley, 3-26-2017
Life is a rocky road to traverse,
The destination is unpredictable,
Success is something difficult to know,
Failure is not unusual,
Life is like going dowsing,
Using wet noodles.
Young Lena wandering under a covered sky~
Alone I'm walking not far from my destroyed home.
It's nearly Christmas where I live, but Santa Claus won't be here this year.
It doesn' t matter too much,
because I don't have a chimney or a holly tree to leave the presents.
I'm strolling with my friend,
a bullfinch that joined me
scared and injured.
I named him "Rocky" because he is strong.
Now he can fly and go,
I wish I was him and I could fly too.
But Rocky doesn't want to leave me, he stays on my arm.
On one hand, I'm sad for him,
but on the other hand I'm happy to have him with me.
Am I selfish?, maybe yes.
Tonight we found a refuge
to stay in. We both have mixed feelings, we both are scratching, we both wonder if God forgot about us.
We only have a pretzel to share for eating and making it last as much as we can.
We try to sleep with the noise,
I did it for a while, my dear friend is huddle to me.
When I opened my eyes, a soldier was in front of us,
he smiled to me, I didn't know what was happening, he just hug me and took us from the refuge.
He talked to me quietly and explained where I was going to go.
Really?- I was jumping allover with my "Rocky".
My dear Rocky, we both go to another country. I have feelings encountered, but It's the hopeful door to take.
That soldier is taking us to the airport, he brought lots of pretzles for us to eat and many other gifts we didn't expected.
My dear "Rocky" will we have wings enough to be happy?
You say yes and so do I,
We have an open door to go out from the worst, we will fly for freedom.
We’ll Ride a Horse Down Rocky Path
We’ll ride a horse down rocky path
Fall in love in the aftermath
Well do-si-do and do it right
Me and honey can dance all night
Roll away to a half sashay
‘neath the moon’s where we’re apt to stay
We promenade around fig leaves
with rolled up jeans and shorter sleeves
Hanging out in the doghouse tree
I circle left and she don’t leave me
Promenade with a giddyup
Be home in time for kiss-make-up.
Allemande left as we make things right.
all things beautiful, all things bright.
Weave the ring, a forever link
All ‘lone till life turns blue and pink
Rocky Mountains
by Adrian Sutalo
North Park valley where
outdoor adventures await,
Great Lakes to Rocky Mountains
journey, to seal a cervidae’s fate.
Roads past endless cornfields stretched toward the horizon,
acres tens of thousands of rolling golden prairies,
The burning smell of asphalt of North Platte River’s railroad town,
mesquite broiled angus sirloins steaks, rest for travelers sweaty and weary.
Meadows vast as the eye can fathom, like a
view of the setting sun on the sea,
framed of snow-capped western alps,
grueling two-day drive ends with awes of the scene.
Trio of Southern Baptist Preachers,
Locked horn Marines a pair,
old war Soldier, friends rendezvous,
common goal to share.
Some not seen since
journeys of previous years,
happily reunited in fellowship,
thanksgiving and prayer.
Majestic Elk of the Rockies,
coveted target of game,
a harvest of one
cheerfully shared all the same.
Infinite Aspens aplenty for a
stand which to hunt,
all game not pursued, such
as bull and cow moose in my front.
Bugle of bull elk, turns
stomach to knots,
nestled between willows
kneeling, arrow knocked.
With cow elks a harem,
barnyard aroma fills snout,
dozen eyeballs toward me,
imperfect for bow shot.
Evening hunts over,
sun dips in skyline,
strolls out of woods unbeknownst
watched of mountain lion.
Few lucky to put down,
elk on these trips,
blessed ones share mashed
potatoes, tenderloin elk strips.
The five-day hunt over,
the journey home begins,
dreaming of next year,
to pursue elk again.
So you are choosing Rocky Mountain Oysters over Meatballs
You love to eat them from a zip loc bag at the mall
You grew up in the deep south eating these odd things
For instance, you choose chicken feet with toe nails instead of chicken wings
You said you would eat the Rock Oysters with spaghetti or rice, it really doesn't
matter
Sometimes you eat them fried in a Tempura Batter
Do you ever feel remorse knowing some baby pigs are missing their Pa
All because you prefer Rocky Mountain Oysters over Meatballs
I can't condone your preference for what you would call a tasty treat
Something is wrong passing up boiled eggs for pickled pig's feet
The stuff you eat would have me being a frequent flyer to a bathroom stall
I can't get past you showing favorites to Rocky Mountain Oysters Over Meatballs
Did anyone tell you what they really are
It's not something you eat with a date gazing at the stars
My mind has always been open to try different things
But I need to draw the line eating a male animal's bling bling
I've eaten camel, horse, octopus even legs of frogs
Down in Tijuana, I ate tacos made from dog
You say what's wrong with this, I share these with my in laws
Another advantage is Rocky Mountain Oysters cost less than your run of the mill
Meatballs
Have you tried them with a little bit of Texas Pete
Rumor has it they started with sheep on the island of Crete
I do however like a good seasoned batch of Collard Greens
Can't quite completely criticize the South, I am caught in between
But I do get a kick out of the deep Southern Drawl
But I am still a Yankee when declining Rocky Mountain Oysters over Meatballs
My name's Rocky Balboa,
Some say I'm old as soil;
An' if you call me punchy,
My blood begins to boil!
Mickey's gone to heaven,
Apollo and Adrian too;
Now I'm stuck with Paulie,
A bum without a clue!
I'll wake up in da' morning,
Right at da' crack of dawn;
Shuffle for a block or two,
An' pass out on da' lawn!
"Yo Paulie!"..."Where are you?!"
It's time to start our day;
Don't forget da' liniment,
I only use Ben-Gay!
Let me box my shadow,
For 'dis I have a knack;
"Whoa!!"...I must be crazy,
My shadow punched me back!!
"Drop 'dat Seagram's, Paulie!"
Come help me to da' ring;
Did you pack my 'focals?
'Cause I can't see a thing!
I float like a fire truck,
Sting like a flea;
My feet are tired an' swollen,
Sit ups make me pee!
Ev'ry time I skip rope,
My feet get tangled up;
Who says I need a mouthpiece?
My teeth are in 'dat cup!
Da' punchin' bag's too lumpy,
Push ups makes me sick;
I think I'm gettin' dizzy,
"Somebody help me, quick!!"
I had my millionth fight,
It didn't go too well;
I couldn't leave my corner,
'Cause I never heard da' bell!
Put 'dis one in da' books,
I'm feelin' like a fool;
Have you ever seen a boxer,
Get knocked out on his stool?!
It's time to go home, Paulie!"
We'll never quit 'dis scene;
Get ready for da' sequel,
I'll see you in 'Thirteen!'
after winter’s cold
shooting up past barriers
a tulip now grows
My monkey Rocky was a punk
A stripling cultureshock a skunk
He loved a pachuko
Who smelled a muchuko
Both fastened their tails onto *****
My monkey Rocky/Limerick/Copyright©Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 11/19/2014
Cookie, fire-up yer chuck wagon 'cause th' round-up is begun!
Us cowpokes is gonna cull th' herd frum dawn to th' settin' sun!
We is gonna supply you wid th' cookin's fer our chuck tonight;
Heaps uv good ol' Rocky Mountain oysters broiled fer our delight!
It'll be a hot an' dusty trail as we drive 'em frum th' chaparral,
An' herd them cantankerous kine fer brandin' in th' ol' corral!
It'll take a heap uv sweat an' a lot uv cussin' to git 'em movin', alright,
But it'll be worth it, 'cause we is feedin' on Rocky Mountain oysters tonight!
Usin' our cuttin' hosses we'll rope an' wrestle th' bulls to th' ground.
There we'll brand an' neuter 'em as they beller an' kick around!
We'll be bruised an' kicked fer little pay but that'll be alright,
'Cause we is gonna enjoy a feast uv Rocky Mountain oysters tonight!
Us cowboys works hard wid little pay rollin' 'round in th' manure,
Convertin' bulls into steers; that's more'n them city fellers could endure!
But that's okay, 'cause at round-up time we gits a special treat;
Tonight we is gonna enjoy a feast uv Rocky Mountain oysters to eat!
It is so true, no pain no gain indeed
take the risk to dive into your dream
take the guts in full to grow and breed
long is the pole from the pain to the cream
one, two and many more you need to feed
but they come so red and in a hot steam
from one mile, now a step more to succeed
a hand in wave, to all, easy it’ll seem
hot in the news and many tabloids
the pain goes away with the opioids
dead from trys but a new rise from colloids
even with weak eyes, the Gold you can find
one more jump and you hit the end’s behind
now is the time for life to be kind.
Rocky he’s a Cattle Dog
he’s coloured black and blue
He always lays around asleep
till work he has to do..
Two Preachers came walking up our path
to speak their line of spiel
They told me of their one true God
and did it with some zeal
At last they left just one sheep short
And headed for the gate
Then one turned to look around
Cos Rocky bit his mate
I thought to drive old Rocky off
With whip and curses rare…………."Stock whip good on cattle better on burglars in house"..
I cracked the whip and yelled a lot
But terrified the pair
They thought the Devil on their tail
This dog and madman too
They leapt in a Ford and did set sail
In a cloud of smoke so blue….
Don Johnson
Blue heel biting Cattle dog "heeler" or Australian Shepherd
great Aussie brown snake killers, some Dingo in em.....very economical watch Dog...
The reindeer vacationed in Denver
For three weeks well into December
No magic dust needed
To fly – they were “weeded”
But flight plans they couldn’t remember
*Written November 17, 2014. (Colorado legalized marijuana)
bare rocky mountain
dust is gently floating down
bringing with it life