Best Tooled Poems

A well-appointed cowpoke, of whom there are still a few,
Wanted to be properly clad for his first job interview.
So, to impress his potential and somewhat cynical boss,
He has a silver-studded saddle throwed across his hoss!

He's wearin' a ten-gallon hat, a Stetson if you please,
And a...

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In the box with overpowered silence
Dripping with sweaty tension
Wanting glory…fearing three

Those eyes precise measured quarry
Javelin of Ash loaded at the ready
Stilly prepared…ironed gripping

White pale streak of the assailing foe
Red seamed threads spinning unseen
Coursing in…aimed true

A crack that exhales the collective breathe
Eruption within the faceless crowd
Cacophony…movement’s...

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When I was just a teenage lad, and growing up out west
I never wore a cowboy hat or fancy leather vests,
never put on cowboy boots or western shirts with snaps,
never wore tooled leather belts, much less a pair of chaps.

To be in style the Ivy...

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What's the espresso this evening, Rubicam?
My random access memory will light upon it
As I riffle the files of my brain.
Pulling out something fresh,
I burst out with words to cover the enigma.
Bones
Bones are the fare--
Stewed bones with marrow deep inside.

Cracking the bones of the chicken leg,
I...

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He was a lonesome cowboy, with boots of fine-tooled hide,
His quarter horse a stallion, his trusty faithful ride,
Each evening when the sunset and the doggies settled down,
He made a pot of coffee and laid his poor head down

He'd think about the morning, the cattle drive...

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(in John Deere green)

The décor paid tribute to an American icon,
a way of life that built this land.
Did the owner's ancestors farm nearby,
his memories the reason for the John Deere green?

Green everywhere: tablecloths, wooden posts
trim strips on walls, wind-chimes and hanging plants;
not garish or overpowering,...

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Like rain cloud stragglers that co-exist 
Darker shaded sky, vastly does persist 
Sunset begins and yellow sets the stage  
In front, we’re windmills of a fallen age
 
Moving gently through a slight calming breeze
Around it goes pumping water with ease 
Multiple blades dark from...

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Einstein’s brain was more complicated than any Swiss army knife.
A pathologist took it from his cranium creating its’ ignominious afterlife.
He confined it in a formalin filled Tupperware tub that stunk
then tooled around America with it in his Buick Skylark trunk.


True story; check out the synopsis...

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Tooled up, the army chaplain
Is wielding the words of God
Straight in for the kill
With ‘The work of His will’
And ‘He came not with peace but the rod’

The sixth commandment is tricky
A most inconvenient law
For the turn of a cheek
On the battle field bleak
Is far from...

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I like El Paso...the heat, the dust, the heat,
I like the cars and the hats the cops wear,
cowboys in a rusty B movie,

but most of all I like the people, the 
janitors and doctors and newsreaders, 
who don't care if they're American,
Mexican or both...

and the...

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“Never trust your life behind a cheap gun”
- Annie Oakley

Annie, has a heavy heart.
But also a light heart
	one that shines in the sun.
and regardless light or dark,
Annie’s bright heart will spark
	and spin out a round, whistling like a song being sung. 
With only moments notice,...

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So here's my question for this dawning day,
like a WinWin ruminating message in a bottle
floating through a LoseLose climate sea
felt still foggy from last night,
some mysterious how now;

One of many
health related strategic WinLose issues
tuning out organic WinWin as also opportunities 
for cooperative green optimist/red blooded...

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Without him I struggled, just to breathe
The scent of his skin, my addiction
I couldn't bear the pain if he had to leave
I couldn't resist the friction

   There were days, I considered taking my life
Just to ease the pain
Atop my nightstand, I kept a...

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DILIGENCE, DELIBERATION AND A DISREGARD FOR                                       DESTINY,...

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The problem of nation is that it's situation is the solution to the nation,
The competition of the economy is under develop
The graved compression is the comprehension decent to the inflation, 
The police have power to liberation but corruption tooled over them,
The government have limitations but...

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