a girl leaning on a post
her lips carve poems in december air
sunlight surrounds her like a song
i watch her from the window
entranced by knowledge of her soft soul
she is speaking quiet dreams
into golden sunlight
the softer lines of her form painted
in sharply bright colors
bluejeans tightly round her
hands stuffed in pockets
the jewels of her gaze
twin and soft
looking into the distant thoughts
that her heart feels
a winters day
and the warm crisp air
reminds of summer
filled with songbirds and breeze
filled with promise and intent
that spring will come
that her poem will be written in
summer skies once again
Beyond
I shall die in bluejeans
And have nails as red as hell and
Be all frizzed and unkempt.
I shall look plain with a plain face and
My tennis shoes will travel me far and fast.
My eyes will see what I've never had a chance to see.
My mind and hands will reach down and
Clench ugliness and properly dispose of it.
I've had enough...
Pass it on and
Let them fight it.
Ghastly dreams.
Spit in my eye.
You can give me back if you wish.
Chase down the hate;
Trample it, smash it and
Bury it.
Angry days and nights, so enrich tomorrow and
Kill the cancer.
Oh, someday, I'll write of peace,
Of joy, of me being me and
Liking it.
Horse play
I bucked the cowboy off in the hay
This is a game that horses just love to play
He rolled up into great big old pile
His anger I did most certainly rile
He got to his feet and reached for my reigns
And spat out an ugly comment about my brains
Since he was calling me a big dumb brute
I planted my hoof on his cowboy boot
I watched his eyes roll around in his head
What he yelled will remain unsaid
I was starting to admire this big tough guy
But I still reached over and bit him right in the thigh
When I pulled and heard his bluejeans rip
I let go of my toothy grip
I bumped him hard with my right shoulder
He was now an awfully pitiful looking drover
Now that I've finished what I had begun
I was thinking the life of a cow horse can be so much fun
By Mike Francis
Take my hand and
Love to understand
Cum and feel what
it's all about...
They said
The Secrets Out...
SeaCreAtions of LifE
See beings in sight
Seek the Light...
So Creation assures it's bright
Shine and be as One as sure A
Secrets Out and About Sum fun
... and then Again I felt...
Sense and Sensibility sent
Sounds around that went
and Sensed a Sensei...
Scent in the Path aWay
Sent in a note to say
A pen IS and a dance
ARE a middle in the pants
And know...
It's knot your BlueJeans dear...
ITs a red hot scene steaming
;Pink!
Scents and Sensitivity teaming
To tickle your Victory And lick like
A sp!ke to peak your sensory....
Rotating the motion is Sensuality...
!Cum about... this time. ;)~
How's that for real reality...
A Real bit of Common.tree.try IT!
!The Secrets Out!
...and it's Some fun too... ;)
Get the sense?
I Saw The Tall, Lone-Star
Walk in the Café-Bar
With Silver, Jingling Spurs
… I Knew, What They Were …
… with Boots, Bluejeans and The Chaps
and Big-Belt-Buckle, Above His Lap
and The Hung-Low-Brim, Cowboy Hat
(just a new type of Visored-Helmet)
Heard that Gentlemanly Courtesy
‘Mam’ … That’s Just Chivalry
And Lasso … instead of a Lance
… but same Skill … Same Bold Stance
His Armor’s, that Shiny Truck
(yeah, They Do Love Their Pick-Ups!)
But, Can Still Ride A Steed
Whenever, They Feel The Need
So, I Know, That’s Not Just A ‘Mister’
‘ That ’ … Is A Dad-Gum’ ‘ Sir ’
Maybe Even A Champion For Right
After All … It Was A Cowboy – Knight …
She's just beautiful,her outfit is of the latest style,
hair is perfect not a one out of place.
Long maniured nails ,done in a salon,
down to the makeup ,perfect on her face.
I groan inside,another meal out,
i'll have to take out a second mortage to afford.
Another night on the town ,a mall shopping spree,
donating blood untill I'm 100 ,please help me Lord.
Hey lets do something fun tonight.............
Then......then theres this girl,cute
she's a tomboy ay heart.
What do you want to do tonight,anything,
anything at all,a movie,fishing,something kinda fun.
We could go to the ballgame in our teams colors,
grab some fries and a hotdog on a bun
Wearing a beat up old ballcap,hair in a pony,
faded bluejeans,and her favorite good luck shirt.
She has a lithe spirit,that come easy smile,
someone to tease with no feelings hurt.
No long fancy dresses.or high dollar gowns,
sleeping apperal simple, just my old beat up tee.
Waking in the morn ,her hair all a mess,
green eyes still sleepy ,true beauty I do see.
Give me forever ,a girl
who is a tomboy at heart.
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