Best Tenderfoot Poems

Sun Furnace desiccating.
Man and Beast moving,
In crazed circles of Corral Mirages
Seeking shade.
Moisture-less Sky and Land.
Buzzards, certain of,
Meat Jerky repasts. 
Timing air currents,
Until the Western Buffet
Is...

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The Tenderfoot And Nasty

 
“Well, lookey here !” Bob said with glee
 “We’ve got a tenderfoot !
 He’s got this brand new gear , you...

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He was eastern born in a small town.
And loved being out in the wild.
He fished, hunted, could track a deer down.
At the end of a...

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I cry at Chain Bridge
in my third year as a tenderfoot.
It's the same thing,
when father takes his time
showing up and the earth
gapes all the way...

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diamante

novice
nescient, nervous
assuming, awaiting, assisting
tyro, tenderfoot / virtuoso, veteran
anticipating, advising, administering
erudite, exceptional
expert
...

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© 2011 (by Jim Sularz)
(The true story of Frank Eaton – AKA “Pistol Pete”)


There’s a saying out West, know by gunslingers best,
that’ll deep six you...

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words form in a flurry
bleeding saccharine too too much 
all the crushed kaleidoscope colours
signature pastels and sparkling vibrants, 
a tenderfoot cherry, with little of life...

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Fantasies of a Lovers Corral invaded my mind
Pronounced reality I could no longer find
I didn’t know, one could be turned on so much
It was just...

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Leaves no longer held-aloft by their deciduous vaults
Clutter gutters and breezily sweep streets and rest 
On right and left road sides, bright and red. 
Tunnels...

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The wild, wild, west he shot his last gun,
the big bad felon that thought he had won.

His boots are now kicking his big toes,
He's left...

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I came to poetry a novice, a neophyte, a fledgling
oh sure, I had written as a child . . . 
but that was just the...

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Dreamin' with my eyes on these Montana skies
Blue as the plaid in my plum good shirt
I got the mitten by a beauty queen smitten
By a...

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This is, as indicated, the 1st THIRD of this lengthy poem. The 2nd and final thirds had to be posted separately due to Poetry Soup's...

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Clearing Out Old Growth
 
Last week I cleared some old growth, ‘parting’ (1) planted in my yard,
An Avocado tree you’d grown from ‘pit’ of eaten...

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I for one can't help but wonder
how the Kid's life would have turned out, 
had he not lost his mother.
The one true individual in his...

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