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'twuz 'hind an orchard
'long a bumpkin's
road
where'st she caught me
in her rain barrel
white yet
burnt
unto mine
red
yup
whilst mine jeanz
dry'n
on an old
mailbox
post
I was riding on the range
And I was feeling pretty good.
All the cattle were behaving;
They were running like they
should.
The sun was just a-setting
In a blaze of orange and red.
And my dog was acting frisky
Like a pup that’s been well fed.
I had planned to build a campfire,
So I chopped myself some wood.
Then I cooked my steak and beans
And I can tell you they were good.
I pulled off my leather boots
You know the ones you buy in
town.
I took out my heavy blanket
And prepared to settle down.
With the stars shining so bright,
It’s the message of the heavenly light.
Shinning down on my face.
Telling me everything will be alright.
I shut my eyes to sleep.
Dreaming away the rest of my week.
There's a trail that takes you everywhere.
Just be patient, that trail will get you there.
Up ahead, there is the town of Everywhere, USA.
When I got there, there was nobody.
I wanted to know where there was action.
So there was nobody to ask.
Nobody said that it's down there in the center of town.
When I got there, there was nothing.
Nothing said that the center of town is up ahead.
He said when I get there, just go right around the corner.
That is where the place action will be.
So there I was.
I finally made it here.
In the center of town, standing by the saloon.
Just Go Right Around the Corner.
There was Action.
Prettiest little thing you've ever seen.
III.
It was near midnight when they came again,
four warriors armed all with flaming brands,
Myron bolted up from a fitful sleep,
and poured out bullets as the horses ran.
He managed to shoot one off of his horse,
but the trio screamed and charged in once more,
Harold said”They’re fools to keep charging in!”
But Myron though hard, and wasn’t so sure.
He called for all to cease firing
and listened close as if searching for proof,
then he heard soft thumps coming from above,
one of them had gotten up on the roof!
The charging men had been a distraction,
and Myron grabbed the shot-gun in a hurry,
fearing that they would set the roof aflame,
he opened fire with a hot fury.
A hole was blasted where he shot the brave,
the dead man rolled off and struck hard on the ground,
the charging warriors roared in anger,
so Harold shot another one of them down.
The survivors fled back towards their camp,
but no withdrawal did the Sioux men beat,
instead they took turns sniping at their foes,
to deny Myron and his family sleep.
Come Morning Myron looked out and saw perched high
sixteen warriors atop their steads,
with lances and rifles and tomahawks
preparing for the morning’s bloody deeds.
But what chilled Myron’s soul more than anything
was the small tree trunk that two riders held
by the branches, to batter down the door,
and visit upon them a living hell.
The others let loose a barrage of shots,
to try and suppress Myron waiting within,
he fired endlessly took down two more,
then leapt back as the riders bore down on him.
The battering tree smashed right through the door,
a slew of war-cries went up, loud and piercing
the shot-gun blasted, two more warriors fell,
the noise left all their heads and ears ringing.
Harold went down from a shot to the chest,
the doorway was a commotions of words,
but standing there clutching his aching head
was the muscled form of Diving Bird.
Myron leapt forwards and drew his pistol,
then jammed it straight into Diving Bird’s ear,
Roared,”If you value your War-chief’s life,
you will all stop, and ride straight out of here!”
The Indians outside froze when they saw them,
none understood the words that he did say
except for an old man, missing an eye,
who spurred forwards to attempt a parlay...
CONCLUDES IN PART IV.
Teri supari
Your Supari Chaat Stall (Delhi's Famous One)
"Look over here too, have you forgotten?
I'll show you sights as well,
It's not about samosas, it's about chaat.
Now I'll set up a cart—not on the street,
But in the heart! And feed it straight from the heart to bhabhi too.I'll tease for sure, but nothing for free.
I'll pull all-nighters in shifts, just keep tabs on the updates and accounts,
Madam, or else in the rains of Sawan—
I'll shut down credit and sulk with you!!"
"Didn't ask what I earn from this chaat? Your love and my beloved's heart! Gotta expand this cart (business) soon, or the bride will run away... gotta buy those bangles!!" For kangana
With love all,
R.jrtanmb Aghori
Remembering Dad’s animated Cowboy tales
Along lyrics, bearing words, “My pony and me”
I would imagine his youth's toilsome farm travails
while making the best of life midst struggles and glee.
In our place where Cowboy lifestyle means “hard, yet free”
we’re trained to be tough when difficulty assails
overcoming shyness against arrogance spree
staying honest upon what truthfulness entails.
Such is Cowboy perspective that my father hails
leaving us his legacy, trusting God* we should be
celebrating past triumphs though memory fails
sharing down-to-earth experiences, with learning as key.
*Psalm 112:7 He shall not be afraid of evil tidings: his heart is fixed, trusting in the LORD.
January 30, 2021
4th place, "Cowboy Poetry" Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 2/3/2021.
“You've probably figured it out by now,
I am not really a human being,
my home is three whole galaxies away,
and the form that you now are seeing
“is due to the fact that my species can
sample and replicate strange DNA,
but every few weeks I have to recharge,
I'm sorry that you saw me that way.
“This image once belonged to an old man,
I touched his corpse at a funeral home,
didn't want to copy one of the living,
so I adopted his form as my own.
“I made myself look like his young self though,
felt it would be easier to fit it,
and in this form, I feel all that men do,
I know it's enough to make your head spin...”
Jenna just gasped, her mind still was reeling,
Calvin said,”Come on babe, please talk to me.”
Jenna shook her head,”How...what? No...how...why?
What you're saying...it just cannot be!”
Calvin nodded sadly,”Yes dear, it is,
but if you give me a chance to explain,
I think you'll see we're not so different,
that what drives me is a common refrain.
“You see though my people can change their shape,
most of them feel a strong need to conform,
it's even written into their own genes,
go-along-to-get-along, it's the norm.
“But I'm a genetic aberration,
excessive individual traits,
one-in-a-thousand, they lock us away,
put us down as a dangerous mistake.
“I knew once they figured what I really was
they would all be coming for my head,
rather than wait to be jailed or cut down
I stole myself a spaceship and I fled.
“I wandered the stars for three hundred years,
where I could live freely, anywhere,
but there's little life in the universe,
and intelligence is incredibly rare.
“I search to other whole galaxies,
found sentient life on time within each,
both were as tyrannical as my home,
fear no safe-haven would I ever reach.
“And when I came here to the Milky Way,
I admit I was running out of hope,
this galaxy hes less life than others,
despite the vastness of size and of scope.
“But then in a backwater spiral arm
I stumbled upon radio transmissions,
traced them back to their source, this planet,
and found a world that was truly a vision.
“I'd never seen so much life on one world,
and a species just entering space...
I landed in the ocean near Long Island,
I just had to go explore the place...
CONTINUES IN PART III.
Gentle and good, filled with life
That penetrated my soul
You never gave me any strife
But shared the dusty trail
Wise and warm, filled with insight
That left me with no worries
Your sincere love brightened the night
Strengthening my hopefulness
Happy and glad, filled with kindness
That lifted my heart from harm
You always gave me so much power
Leaving me grateful of your charm
Light and laughter, thrilling my soul
That whispered truth and peace
Giving me all the answers to dreams
That only caused joy to increase
Tears and fears would come some days
With all their doubts and mistrust
Still, you gave me love that would amaze
Leaving me feeling sure of my thanks
Dust and Dirt, muddy paths to go down
Sometimes led me to feel lost
But you were always bringing faith around
Despite my suspicions of being misled
You’ve been a horse that never left my side
And I’ve always felt blessed when astride
Cowboy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
January 18, 2021
...Gretta was still stunned, couldn’t react
as the two men sat down to the game,
especially since Elden’s skill with cards
had won him a great deal of fame.
The cards went out and Elden smiled,
throwing down a quartet of nines.
Red just grinned and showed his hand:
four kings of the red and black kind.
Elden lurched back, pulling his gun,
saying,”You will not take her away!
I shot you once to claim my prize,
I got no qualms doing it again—”
He shook where he stood, grabbing his heart,
his gun clattering down to the floor.
he collapsed in a heap near the table,
lying motionless on the floor-boards.
Not a single bullet had been fired,
Red remained there, cool in his seat,
then slowly got up, walked to Gretta,
and said said her,”My dear, I am so sorry.
“I made you two promises long years ago,
To be with you and your safety to keep.
I’m afraid that I failed at the first,
But the second promise I mean to keep.”
He gazed deeply into her sad eyes,
and gently caressed her sweet face,
then kissed her madly in front of all,
twas a kiss to last her through old age.
Then he drew back, gave a small smile,
sighed deeply and drank in her sight,
then slowly vanished before their eyes,
returning back to that long night…
At 27,123 pounds, Gertrude was at her finest, and friskiest weight.
She said to everyone she met, “Hey, I weigh over a ton, isn’t this terrifically great?”
The other dragons were jealous, as weight in their kingdom is the best thing to have.
She ate two good-looking, Texas cowboys for breakfast, the ones who used to calve.
One of them, Jim, grabbed ahold of her masticating incisor, and pulled himself through,
The hole she had between a molar, but her sloppy green saliva was as sticky as glue.
The other cowboy grabbed onto a wisdom tooth in the very back that had a bit of decay.
As far as I know they stayed there, for a week or two, and they might still be there today!