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Skookum Jim wuz born the son uv a Chief uv the Tagish Injun tribe.
Ain't much known about his youth - ain't no totem left to describe.
'Tis known he wuz born in the Yukon where man struggles to survive;
Where a man must hunt and fish fer grub - 'tis a wonder he stays alive!
Fer years Skookum packed supplies frum Skagway up the Chilkoot Pass.
'Tis said he was as straight as a rifle barrel and strong as a barnyard ass!
'Tis alleged he toted 156 pounds uv bacon up the pass on one uv his trips,
Strugglin' through sleet, rain and streams - snow reachin' nigh his hips!
'Tis claimed that Skookum Jim discovered gold along ripplin' Rabbit 'Crick',
And started the frenzied Klondike Gold Rush wieldin' his spade and pick!
His sidekick, old George Carmack, who 'married' Jim's sister Kate,
Also takes credit fer the find leavin' the truth wide-open fer debate!
Skookum Jim worked frum dawn to dusk diggin' in the icy slime and muck,
He struck it rich, as the sayin' goes - the more he dug the more he struck!
Many's the night he spread spruce boughs fer his couch in the blowin' snow,
And feasted on beans and bacon fried on campfires at thirty-five below!
He showed up at Mulroney's Roadhouse in loud plaid shirts and gaudy ties.
Jim wuz treated as a white man now and could imbibe in beers and ryes!
As his end neared, Jim made final preparations includin' a coffin and stone.
Alas, few have heard of Skookum Jim who died rich, yet all alone!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Barnyard buddies met in the barn at dawn.
We jumped in puddles, looking for meadow fawn.
She came sometimes, but was not here today.
Wonder why a chick said; I hope she’s okay!
We are close to each other, like sisters and bros.
We sit in the barnyard next to where tall corn grows.
Horse, cow, lambs, hen, rooster, and two kinds of pig.
We like to converse as the people plant, hoe and dig.
We are barnyard buddies, fast friends for sure.
A kind of instant family. Our thoughts are pure.
We love the scent of the country, even that of manure.
Loving the lilacs, and the flash of a fluffy fox fur.
We can talk about everything or nothing at all.
We watch the crops as they grow big and tall.
Pumpkins are my favorite, so orange and round.
In October they are all over our farmer’s ground.
Alliteration always awesome
Ballad beyond barnyard basics
Crystalline calls careful consonants,
Diamante delivers deeply
Enthusiasm excites eager ears,
Fanciful frolicking faerie
Generously gives grateful glee
Hyping haiku to heavenly heights,
Imagery and imagination
Jubilantly jumping joyfully,
Kimo kindles king-sized kingpin,
Lamenting the lily-livered lunacy
Momentous muse modulates melody,
Necromancer normalizes Neverland,
Opulent Opalescent orchestras opt
To pollute poetry previously pristine.
Quixotic quorum of questioners
Respond and recover rhymes rapidly
Serendipitous sentimentality
Turns timely tanka traitorously toward
Unmistakably understated Uranus,
Vindicating verses vilifying Vashti.
Whacking wannish warblers west,
‘Xaggerating ‘Xtemperaneous X’tra special poems
Yet yielding a yeomanly yearning toward
A zealous zany zingaroo of zest.
An eaglet raised with barnyard birds
will never soar to towering heights.
Though armed with wings designed for flight
It will never reach soaring height.
Thoughts are like wings designed to soar
They’re active every waking blink.
But how you choose to use your wings
can help you cope with what life brings.
So many souls are trapped by thoughts
Of worthlessness and “Never will.”
The hurtful words that they were told
like prison bars, their thoughts still hold.
Sad thoughts trap those who are depressed,
these thoughts like weights, press on their chest.
Dark thoughts like clouds hanging so low,
seem bent on snuffing out life’s glow.
Self-centered thoughts ensnare the vain
and bind them with a galling chain.
These selfish thoughts leave ugly scars
and traps the soul within their bars.
When men with minds greedy for gain
and thoughts of wealth possess their brain,
many do things that are insane
to satisfy their thirst for gain.
If you do not control your thoughts
they will one day bind you with knots.
Let noble thoughts your mind adore
and they will make your spirit soar.
A goldfish has a memory of about three seconds
Very much like senior citizens I'd say
They're often seen aimlessly walking the streets
Wearing their dear wife's negligee
A sneeze has been recorded at travelling over
One hundred forty feet per second
Fast enough to knock a buzzard off a poop wagon
An amazing feat without question
During an average person's lifetime, one will eat
About sixty thousand pounds of food
That's the weight of about six full grown elephants
Embarrassing to be seen in the nude
In Tokyo, I'm told they sell toupees for your dog
Come on, that's just downright bizarre
Way back, “pants” was considered a bad word
That's one of the strangest facts by far
Only one person in two billion will live to be
One hundred and sixteen or older
Wonder if these geezers are still sexually active
Does the fire of passion still smoulder
The longest flight of a rooster ever recorded
Was about thirteen seconds they say
Chasing all the pretty hens around the barnyard
Clucking, “ride 'em cowboy, olé!”
Did you know Ramses Condoms were named
After the pharaoh Ramses the Second
This gentleman surely didn't use any such protection
For fathering 160, he's a legend
If you ever find yourself in a crocodile's jaws
Push your thumbs into its eyeballs
The croc will scream and immediately let go
Then run away before you get mauled
© Jack Ellison 2013
Charcoal Sheep
Watery eyed thoughts came,
Zap! Pow! a short circuited brain.
Inward turned burned ocular pain,
too many thoughts to restrain
I’m a cheap sheep making my mistakes again.
Smell my seared wool going down the drain.
Ba ba ba, sorta blackish, wishing I was right as rain.
Worlds accessed by my fingertips
help to quicken this sheepish heartbeat.
I bang on my keyboard, DELETE, DELETE!
Ripping out digital scores, sheet by sheet.
Never once listening to warnings.
All the while the other sheep bleat.
Instead I feel my brain drain
as my barnyard thoughts strain.
I can’t translate what they’re saying,
but I feel them point and complain.
My paradigm won’t shift though,
I have a glass ego to maintain.
So I download my brain
into my mainframe.
I’m watching you fake shepherd boy,
black sheep never sleep.
Into the darkness
we’re destined to creep.
We have those sad sadistic secrets
you’ve burdened us to keep.
So I smudge charcoal thoughts
dangerously deep.
I prefer paths, dangerous and steep.
Within the silence of the lambs,
you devilishly relish hearing me weep.
You defile fleece as white as snow.
I resist going where those sheep go.
Their path leads to your fictional rainbow.
They’re not safe even though
they travel slow.
The True Shepherd
wouldn’t lead them to and fro.
I listen to my uneasy queasy feeling
and exit your proverbial row.
I wish I could stop them too
but, ba ba ba,
off to the slaughter they go.
My owners call me horse
You'd think I was barnyard watch dog
Fancy that. My spot beneath a shaded guava tree
Face rustic oversize shack with wide veranda
Where they rock. They watch me feed
Where green grass grow, where fowls and pigs stray
Feasting on ripe guavas, some bounce off my back
I don't mind that; not even the weight of my owner
Or his wife, riding me on certain days -
Wild smell of their plantation cling to me
They'd groom me from ticks, and feed me well
But their adopted son knew unsavory tricks
He'd grin, tickling parts of me with a bamboo stick.
One morn my owners stayed so long
I felt out of place, tormented by and by
That mischievous boy reached and pulled my tail
A horse knows only one way to kick
So an awful lick made him shout. He was out
From across the road, one hurried half stunned.
Sun at its zenith sat and watched
It was I, carrying my tormentor on my back
Seemed I walked a million miles
So he could be seen by a Doc
We walked and walked, until
Rain clouds cautioned us to turn back.
Day after day, I would watch Reggie at a distance
Sitting, staring, staying his hands straight.
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Fresh spots of violet creak through the sky
Silently, violently assaulting the eye
Lavenders blush in the sweetest of hue
Spring has arrived with the calmness of blue
Soft summer rain dapples the floor
Raindrops like diamonds on the old barnyard door
The orange of sunset, as the dragonflies glow
And the mesmerised sounds, as the young cattle low
Warm autumn apples fall from the bough
To be sprinkled with honey for the fattening sow
Pumpkins erupt in shimmering gold
As the sheep return leisurely to the warmth of the fold
Crisp winter cold is dark and succinct
Foreboding clouds all around, as the sun is extinct
The jingle of sleigh bells can be heard up ahead
As the enveloping stillness leads you to bed
They are in love said the delighted cow.
Different species and body types, so how?
Question from pig with an intelligent mind.
Not sure, but both are sincere, sweet and kind.,
Ram and Goat overlooked the mean naysayers though.
Focused on their mutual admiration, no lie or woe.
Cuddled up together in the barnyard all cozy at night.
Their comradeship was soon in no way a surprising sight.
They are totally I love, the dappled horse agreed.
Two animals who are in no way the same breed.
Their friendship sanctioned by angels and ancestors above.
Afterall, you love who you love who you love who you love.
the goblins and ghouls were aghast and agog
a brilliantly bubbly boo creature was down in the bog
Friendly Freddy the flippant fly-by-night frog
Raced up to the barnyard to incite the hog
It’s Halloween, and things are not as they should be
The hive down the hill has lost its queen bee
There is a bear staggering around singing off key
Here comes a monster, I think we should flee
The hog was happily rolling his corpulent body in mud
He would not have moved for a crazy rabbit or Elmer Fudd
Halloween never worried him, he liked the extra candy
He always received on the first, when it was thrown out by Randy