Long Bucked(a) Poems

"Sentenced to hang in the town of Lincoln,
Billy made his bold escape.
Both of his guards died from thinking,
that a shackled young boy couldn't break away."

I've often wondered what thoughts were going through his head
as he...

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"Sentenced to hang in the town of Lincoln,
Billy made his bold escape.
Both of his guards died from thinking,
that a shackled young boy couldn't break away."

I've often wondered what thoughts were going through his head
as he...

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Sentenced to hang in the town of Lincoln,
Billy made his bold escape.
Both of his guards died from thinking
that a shackled young boy couldn't break away.
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I've often wondered what thoughts were going through his head
as he...

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Across the ridges, flats and ranges, in print, on radio and stages,
you may hear this tale wherever you may go.
Sometimes a stranger may confide, about that famous ride,
in the rodeo at Mildura's annual show.

For a...

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THE STARGAZER'S RIDE
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V.
He could hold his breath over a minute,
bullets hit water, didn’t penetrate it,
he’d used this trick before against his foes,
water stopped slugs fast, not many did know.

When he rose again the demons were out,
so Sol...

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Lucky ones

Your pay is to break, to hurt, be bent and stink,
 the bank is your body, selling labor the means.

A wage is a a wave of dread 
	for the very dinner on your plate.
Again...

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A place where she could remove the mask she had to wear with all others, but most 
sadly her “parents”. She realized what she had always known. I was mother and 
father to her. I...

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I was drifting west through old Wyoming,
to see if ranches were hiring,
it had been some weeks since I’d gotten work,
sought a new scene to see what it might bring.

I was somewhere just east of Yellowstone,
the...

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I can never comply with fastidious hygiene

Try as thee most persuasive person might,
he/him, she/her,
they, them... can never wean
yours truly always objected
being told when to bathe/shower
particularly when puberty
found yours truly a tween
and my mother (deceased eighteen
plus...

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In a drunken stupor, I fall down on my comforter
Baby blue sky covered in fluffy clouds of cotton.
I kick off my shoes, faded pink chuck Taylors
And make clumsy work of my shirt buttons.

I slip an...

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He was a cowboy problem child
rescued by a mendicant sage brush sorcerer
resulting in his remembering everything
flawlessly insolently permanantly
birth death life things in space have a beer
owner of his own head at last
thanks to whiskey tainted...

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Me and the missus live in decent
sturdy accommodations (formerly 
Schwenksville Elementary School
ofttimes referred to as prison,
and manager as the de facto warden),
albeit not so shabby nor chic low income 
quite modest (rather unmatchable cost wise)...

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cinnamon seeps into the home and I can already smell the sugar crumble

a fragrance of childhood innocence captures memories and recollections

different times they were when fresh food could only be bought in season

or harvested from...

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wind howling and silent whistling as if a lover whispering softly in the prince's ears 
as he stares longing at the moon, his eyes glazing over as he sees the ghost of his 
bride ...

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In between the prayers of a million words and emotions
To the God in the sky, statues and pictures stuck on walls,
Looking out for some signs of their existence,
Constantly asking for the solutions to the difficulties...

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Dear fellow Poetry Soup Poet friends and Poetess friends!

I am so happy to announce my new Country Song 
"My Country Heart Is Burnin' So Hot"

You can see and hear the lyrics and video 
at the...

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He’s judged and condemned to take the saddle, yet, still fighting
without surrender, while we slip the bit between his jaws.
This, and ducking feet in dubble time while lashing
the gear to his back, dodging lightning while...

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ORIGINAL PITBULL OF THE GODS

Intro
Original Pitbull of the Gods, I was sent for a reason/
To eliminate the politics, corruption, and treason/
I convert all music heads into metal heads/
I had my choices and chose to do...

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We (me and the missus)
live in a decent
accommodations low income
quite modest rent,
which facility lacks no shortage
of gossip mongers

with mail delivery the major event
many old people smelling of unguent
faux superman thumping chests nsync
with hooking thumbs around
suspenders...

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I’m sick of hearing from old Bill that I’m a whimpish sort of bloke,
Because I don’t care for rodeo’s and can’t relate to outback folk,
That I prefer to travel in a car, when I go...

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There’s a mate of mine in trouble so I had to help him out.
We were a pair of silly buggers, well known without a doubt.
You see we thought that smoking pot would be just a...

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Ridiculous. Never have you met a brother to ever have explosiveness. Like a pyrotechnic you know that I will stay blowin' this. Beat up till'  I wake the streets up. Because Gary, Indiana needs...

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Destroyer ~ Poet
Contest Name	5TH POEM ON THE SOUP..
POISON! 1st first.
I was coming up from Tamworth, riding on a tired horse. 
Past Barraba we wandered north, on a slow and dusty course.
 Near Barraba I drew...

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Ridin' Down The Slide

Now I'm not wild as cowboys go -
I drink some now an' then.
I play poker come Friday night
But that's about the end.

So how was I to know back then
The Devil'd come see...

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