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There were Indians just over the Brazos
With a buffalo herd in between
They weren’t trying to stay hidden
They wanted to be seen
The chief of these Comanche
Buffalo Hump by name
They say no one's looked him in the eyes
Was ever quite the same
The COL said go parlay
Invite the chief to sup
I want to look him in the eye
And determine just what’s up
With our white sheet fluttering in the wind
Like the scalps on the big Chief’s lance
We started out across the plain
Taking quite a chance
Our crooked-tooth Pawnee scout
Led the way through the herd
Through the smell of a thousand animals
And the sound that would drown each word
I felt and smelled their hot breath
As I rode my pony near
I turned my pony into the throng
A pathway none too clear
Inching through the buffalo
Blinded by the dust
I held on fast to the reins
Just riding my pony's trust
Once through the thundering buffalo
I glanced up to the rise
The Indians still were waiting there
Much to my surprise
The Pawnee scout then turned to us
Said if they should attack
First take out the big chief
Then that little one in the back
I can understand the big chief
But why the little guy
He said he’s like a badger
He’ll fight until he dies
He said that one's a horse thief
The best you'll ever find
He'll snatch a horse from under you
As if you had gone blind
The big chief started towards us
Shut up the Pawnee said
You young boys keep your damn traps shut
I’ll do the talking instead
The Comanche’s body shone with grease
Had a necklace made of claws
He had a stench about him
That made you gag and pause
My eyes met the chief’s eyes
My hand rested on my gun
He had a look could kill a soul
But I was too scared to run
The Pawnee and Comanche
Spoke in some foreign tongue
I vowed to learn their language
While I was still young
Then all at once the chief turned
And rode on up the hill
Our Pawnee scout turned back for camp
But I just sat there still
For he had pointed at me
With that scalp encrusted lance
And said he’d have MY scalp one day
If he ever got the chance
For last week on the Brazos
Someone had killed his son
And looking me right in the eye
He knew I was the one
Mdailey 2/26/12
1st place finish in contest
For PD’s contest dare. Chapter 11 of Dead Man's Walk by Larry McMurtry. It has been years since I read a western but am finding this one interesting.
Cantas en mi Corazon
Una Colaboración con Michael P. Clarke
Spanish Version - Free Verse
Ven en mis brazos, tu templo tan cerca de mí,
Estoy perdido en tus ojos, la gloria del amor ahora veo.
Escucho la canción de tu corazón mientras estamos en el abrazo del amor,
Cuando en tu abrazo, sé que comparto la gracia de un ángel.
Ahora mi amado, yo saboreo tu glorioso amor,
Tus labios se encuentran con los míos mientras estamos en el Cielo.
Baila conmigo mi amor, de las estrellas de Dios no nos separaremos,
La canción del amor es la canción que canta en mi corazón.
Mi querido, en tus brazos amorosos estoy libre
para florecer como la rosa preciosa que yo estaba destinada a ser.
Un mago del amor, sabes cómo encender mi corazón,
el sabor de tus labios me revuelve con un deseo primitivo.
Amor de mi vida, eres mi única gran pasión,
anhelo tus abrazos porque eres mi adicción divina.
Contigo bailaré entre las estrellas y nunca nos separaremos,
la canción de nuestro amor es la canción que canta en mi corazón.
Sing In My Heart
A Collaboration by Pandita Sanchez & Michael P Clarke
English Version - Rhyme
Come into my arms, your temple so close to me,
I am lost in your eyes, love's glory I now see.
I hear your heart's song as we stand in love's embrace,
when in your embrace,I know I share an angel's grace.
Now my beloved, I do taste your glorious love,
your lips meet mine, as we stand in Heaven above.
Dance with me my love, from God's stars we shall not part,
the song of love is the song I sing in my heart.
My darling, in your loving arms I am free,
to flourish as the precious rose I was meant to be.
A magician of love, you set my heart on fire,
the taste of your lips stirs me with primeval desire.
Love of my life, you are my one great passion,
I crave your embrace for you are my divine addiction.
With you I will dance among the stars and we will never part,
the song of our love is the song that sings in my heart.
06-10-2017
Note: Mike wrote the 1st stanzas in both versions, while I wrote the 2nd stanzas in both versions.
Thank you my friend, Mike for inviting me to collaborate with you on this special piece and for inspiring me with your wonderful spirit and words!
Down in the orchard an old woman lies -
Once a fair beauty when Texas was young.
She rests 'neath marble of adequate size,
But most of her deeds are left here unsung.
A widow from Georgia she came alone
To a land of great promise and travail.
Her husband lies in a grave without stone
Detritus in a war destined to fail.
Yankee or Rebel it mattered no more
As she bent proudly to the task at hand.
A farm where the Brazos lapped at the shore
Grew to a section of prime bottom land.
There were good years and, to be sure, some bad.
Rich was the soil, but fickle was the rain
That brought joy and tears, the good and the sad.
Through it all grew cattle fattened on grain.
She was eighty five when the drill struck oil,
And she was wealthy the rest of her days.
Still with a purpose she tended the soil
'Til she died one day with the sun's last rays.
Her will was read in an unlikely scene.
She had no heirs and the crowd was intent -
It all went to a man in Abilene.
A young cowboy with a western accent.
A handwritten letter was with the will
That called the young man by his given name.
Henceforth he was called the "rich lady's Bill".
He was sixty years younger just the same.
"Your great grandpa buried my true love fair
In a muddy battle in Arkansas.
He sent me a lock of his golden hair -
The kindest gesture that I ever saw.
"Then your great grandpa in his turn was killed.
I swore to repay his kindness one day.
To give you this ranch is my promise filled
To prosper or perish as well you may."
Follow the Brazos today you may see
A ranch that's well known in the cowboy world.
It seems what a Texas ranch ought to be -
A man named Bill calls it the Golden Curl.
7-20-18
For Contest "Any July 2018 Poem" for Broken Wings
Baila, baila,
querida, tu corazón baila,
tu pelo baila,
tus ojos bailan,
y yo, cerca de ti,
yo te tengo en mis brazos,
querida,
con tu olor de naranjas y miel.
La música es nuestra,
baila, baila,
el rítmo nos lleva
con sus brazos de amor y del tango.
¡Qué viva Carlos Gardel,
con su canto sonoro,
con los bandonios de locura y sueños!
Señales de alegría,
señales de musica vivante.
La noches del tango nos hacen volar,
como pájaros sin destino,
volando con un rítmo salvaje,
corazón del diaboblo nocturno,
nuestros cuerpos aman la música,
estrellas del corázon,
tango de deseos,
anhelos nocturnos,
un rítmo conocido
entre amantes.
Noche de tango,
noche de corazónes,
deja volar nuestro amor
con alas suaves de alegría.
El tango es nuestro,
baila, corazón, baila.
Deja las noches vibrar,
bailando,
cantando
con la locura del tango.
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Dance, dance,
my love,
your heart is dancing,
your hair is dancing,
your eyes are dancing,
and I,
so close,
holding you in my arms,
my love,
with your odor of oranges and honey.
The music is ours,
dance, dance,
Rhythm leads us
with its arms of love and the tango.
Long live Carlos Gardel,
with his sonorous songs,
with the bandeon od madness and dreams!
Signals of joy,
signal of living music.
The nights of the tango make us fly,
like birds without a destiny,
flying with turbulent beat,
heart of the night's devil,
our bodies love the music,
stars of the heart,
tango of desire,
nightly wishes,
well known rhythm
between lovers..
Nights of the tango,
nights of hearts,
let our love fly
with the soft wings of joy.
The tango is ours,
dance, my heart, dance.
Let the night tremble,
with the madness of the tango.
Sage Saga Of A Home On A Hill
Having drank from the sun at meridian,
The moon drunk with the light
Of reflection, always dissipated dreaded darkness
Seeking to veil the Hill—Raised bump
Of nature’s glowing face;
This swollen womb of nature nourishing beginnings
Of generations plodding centuries wounded
With trials and tribulations—Grand Canyon invisible walls
Mocking the abyss of Middle Passage ocean depths
Carpeted with ivory bone trees rattled by circadian waves
Splashing stilled sandy sea shore stones sunken in time.
Beginnings begin with the eruption of sunlight;
Rays flowing lava-like to chloroplast genes
Of generations of quantum leaping Greens
Synthesizing seminal spirits spewing
Audacious faith—audacious faith blooming
Mushroom cloud determination rising
As a risen national family tree;
Branches thrusting tentacles forever upward.
Streaming through, flows a river Brazos
Whose residents often crawled, netted and hooked
Their way to the Hill—accepting all aching
To give or receive freely—nourishment.
A gumbo gathering of love supreme;
Charged sable soul soars—sailing
Pillow puffed verandah skies;
Stoking old horizons—searching
Mountain top promise land dreams.
Where I have been I have just begun to go;
Returning to the beginning—
To tap the toasted roots anchoring the journey’s
Design—etched beneath the shade of limbs
Of an ancient Chinaberry tree
Looking out over the Hill—
Shadowing shelled street that oysters built.
The senior poem now resonate an ebony perspective:
“…It’s sweet to dream of Venice…It’s great to think of Rome…
But when it comes to living…There’s no place like home…
So it’s home again and home again for me…”
My Hill—My home…My family tree. Here I grew; here I be.
Sage Saga Of A Home On A Hill
Having drank from the sun at meridian,
The moon drunk with the light
Of reflection, always dissipated dreaded darkness
Seeking to veil the Hill—Raised bump
Of nature’s glowing face;
This swollen womb of nature nourishing beginnings
Of generations plodding centuries wounded
With trials and tribulations—Grand Canyon invisible walls
Mocking the abyss of Middle Passage ocean depths
Carpeted with ivory bone trees rattled by circadian waves
Splashing stilled sandy sea shore stones sunken in time.
Beginnings begin with the eruption of sunlight;
Rays flowing lava-like to chloroplast genes
Of generations of quantum leaping Greens
Synthesizing seminal spirits spewing
Audacious faith—audacious faith blooming
Mushroom cloud determination rising
As a risen national family tree;
Branches thrusting tentacles forever upward.
Streaming through, flows a river Brazos
Whose residents often crawled, netted and hooked
Their way to the Hill—accepting all aching
To give or receive freely—nourishment.
A gumbo gathering of love supreme;
Charged sable soul soars—sailing
Pillow puffed verandah skies;
Stoking old horizons—searching
Mountain top promise land dreams.
Where I have been I have just begun to go;
Returning to the beginning—
To tap the toasted roots anchoring the journey’s
Design—etched beneath the shade of limbs
Of an ancient Chinaberry tree
Looking out over the Hill—
Shadowing shelled street that oysters built.
The senior poem now resonate an ebony perspective:
“…It’s sweet to dream of Venice…It’s great to think of Rome…
But when it comes to living…There’s no place like home…
So it’s home again and home again for me…”
My Hill—My home…My family tree. Here I grew; here I be.
my heroes have alway's been cowboys
so giddyup go
my ghost riders in the sky
let that whiskey river
flow through luckenback texas
for I'm a rhinestone cowboy
the gambler
running bear
just a coca cola cowboy
headed for El Paso
strumming my teddy bear song
cross the brazos at wacco
at the 'Y' all come back saloon
just waiting for Poncho and Lefty
bringing that white lightning
wild horses and that burning ring of fire
stays gentle on my mind
for all my rowdy friends have settled down
And it wasn't God who made honkey tonk angels
it was the daydreams about night things
So mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
For I'll go to my grave lovin you
Tribute To Country's Best
The Lonesome Cowboy
Also Trying a new gig lol
Al conocerte me fuiste sincera
me dijiste que eras ajena
que tenias a alguien a quien querias
y que por respeto tu me lo decias
que una amistad me podrias brindar
y que de un cafecito no iba a pasar
pasó el tiempo segui insistiendo
buscando la manera para seguirte viendo
y una cosa nos llevo a la otra
y como de sorpresa besé tu boca
derrumbé tu resistencia y te miré
y desde aquella noche en ti me enfoqué
hize lo posible por conquistar tu corazón
salida tras salida sin quitar el dedo del renglón
pasó lo que tenia que pasar
y desde entonces todo comenzó a cambiar
compartimos juntos tantos momentos
unos lindos y otros no tan contentos
pero aun asi mi amor seguia creciendo
y una noche fria me dijiste que me estabas queriendo
me ilusioné como un niño
pues aquella noche tu amor a mi vino
y me llenó de alegría
al escucharte decir que ahora eras mía
pero ese gozo pronto se acabó
pues tu corazón de él se acordó
y una vez mas todo regresaría
a ser igual que antes cuando no eras mía
ahora me encuentro cosechando el fruto
de esté amor que plantamos juntos
pero tu no estas aqui para compartirlo
por eso mismo ahora tengo que escribirlo
solo espero que algun día
me recuerdes cuando fuiste mía
y traiga una sonrisa a tu rostro
sin importar si te encuentras con otro
y recuerdes los momentos del ayer
cuando en mis brazos te hize sentir una mujer
y si en él no encuentras la respuesta
recuerda que siempres cuentas con tu poeta.
None other state can stake the claim
That Texas has to worldwide fame
No where else would ever be the same
It’s people are the proudest, yet
The truest hearts you can bet
Life is as good as it can get
I have slept under the Gulf shore sky
Climbed the western mountains high
Watched magnificent eagles fly
Traveled from the high west plain
Where the farmers pray for rain
This fierce pride will never wane
To the east’s lush forest green
And all of the Texas in between
Greatest land you’ve ever seen
Where the blackland belt’s rich loam
Meets the cross-timbers grassy dome
No other place will ever be my home
Viewed the hill country’s incredible beauty
Where Ft. Hood’s soldiers do their duty
Lovely waterfalls tumbling so fluty
Possom Kingdom or Lake Fork’s wake
Tawakoni or Toledo Bend for goodness sake
From Lake Texoma to Amistead Lake
The mighty Red, Trinity and Sabine
Rio Grande, Colorado, the Brazos Queen
Rivers run muddy or pure and clean
Down in the southwestern desert and Big Bend
Llano Estacado, the Edward’s Plateau, friend
Marfa’s lights, El Capitan, scenic beauty without end
From Texarkana down to big D
Cowtown to El Paso, you will see
Why Texas means so much to me
Because every Texan seems to know
No matter where it is they go
It is Texas that they love so
Form:
Señor Che, ¿duerme?
No, Paco. Pero dime que pasa
O, Dios... Nada!
Pasa que pasa, compañero. Habla!
Cuenta el dolor que cada
El dia pasada lo pone en las noches
Habla...
Señor, tengo un sueño en mi almohada
Pero un sueño tan estraño
Porque mi almohada
Es llena con el cuarzo
De la arena fina
De Orthents de Sierra Nevada
Vamos a comer nuestras bocas
Vamos a beber el agua de las estrellas
Vamos a mendigar en la Vía Láctea
Vamos a dormir por siempre
Da igual
Tuve un sueño estraño
Ya no lo se si es de buena suerte
U mal
Cry, baby, cry
For both of us know the reason why
Cry, baby, cry
Cause I'm coming
Oh, yes, I'm coming
I'm coming to you
I'll be back home tonight
No hay ni mar ni rio
No hay ningun océano
No hay nada de nada
Solo la arena en mi almohada
Mi padron, por favor, reza al Dios
Pasa que pasa, pero, amigos mios,
Tenenemos que cambiar
Nuesto camino. Este lugar nos ofrece nada
Y ademas, mira el cielo, gran hermano del mar
Los ambos dicen: Vaya con Dios, Paco!
Este mundo no mererce
Ni tu sueño ni tu sangre
Aquí o allí no hay nada mas para luchar
Llora, mi amor, llora
Moja con tus lágrimas la tierra
Un mar ya va a nascer
Entre mi desierto y nuestro lugar
Llora, mi amor, llora...
Esta noche llego en tus brazos
Y nunca mas no vas a llorar