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The End of the Feud, Part I

Clarence Stone stepped into the saloon,
Tired from long days on the trail.
He was riding on west to far Idaho,
Where land awaited, spacious and hale.

He was fleeing a feud that had consumed
The families of Burton and Stone.
Rather than die for an old hate,
He had set out with all that he owned.

Inside the bar one thing he did espy:
A woman beautiful and tanned,
With flowing black hair and emerald eyes,
Dressed in the jeans of a man.

Why such a woman was here, he didn’t know,
But she clearly seemed to belong.
She tossed back whiskey and joined the choir
Of the men’s raucous, cow-punching songs.

Stone went for a drink, and sat at the bar
Planning out the rest of his night,
When a man shouted ‘cheat,’ and all sprung up
The saloon gave itself over to fight!

Stone swung as they came, holding his own,
And the woman just off to his right,
Danced and dodged, kicked and swung,
Shrieking loudly her delight…

But her speed failed, and job it got through,
She stumbled, fell back to the floor.
So bold Clarence charged, bull-rushed the man,
Who whimpered and cried out,’No More!’

He helped the girl up, but she grabbed his neck,
And slammed him into a deep kiss.
She broke with a grin, and turned to the fray
Saying,’Come on! Let’s go finish this!’

Ten minutes later they both stumbled out
Sweaty with hard-fought victory.
Stone tried to move off, but she grabbed his wrist
Saying,’Oh No! You’re not done with me!’

They went to her hotel, hurried and hot
And up the grand stair-case did tear.
I won’t go into detail on what happened next,
For a gentleman doesn’t go there…

CONCLUDES IN PART II.


What a Girl Wish

What a girl wish 

I keep her words as a sharpener into my art of 
Soul the blade of her beauty 
Scratch my wounds 

What a girl wish is as hard as hard like to measure the deapth 
Of sea in a moon light 

Silence is a kind of hymns like 
With us for her day and night 
Only to know by her like a 
Feel of wind 

Her wishes is like a nature
of girls happy that she never 
Stab behind me like a witches 
quality 

What a girl wish is not the issue because we all in a 
cycle ofcultural society of 
love and lust 

Eyes gets blank after the drink of her single drop of her tear 
into my peg of drink............ 

What a girl wish remain a question for me till any of the 
Girl will tell me by her kiss 
To my peg page 

Thanks dear all 


With love all 
Jagdish Bajantri

To See Marlena, Part Ii

...Come the next morn Marlena went out
to the well to draw some fresh water.
She shrieked in terror when she saw Conley,
causing her other lover to stir.

The man ran out and saw Conley dead,
then swiftly jumped up on his horse,
as he raced away, Marlena bent low
and looked face-to-face at the corpse.

She listened for his breath, but heard nothing,
and no more did she panic or shriek.
Tears filled her eyes for her lost love,
and her betrayal made her cry and weep.

Forty long years have passed since then,
Marlena’s hair is now as white as the snow,
Yet to this day she still lives in that hut,
forever destined to be there alone.

She never took a husband, or another lover,
though her beauty had once made heart’s break,
she lives in that hut, broken and ruined
by the weight of her greatest mistake.

A lonely grave stands tall by the home,
and she always keeps in tidy and clean,
To this day people still hear her mourn
and weep for her lost love Conley.

Premium Member Bells Are Ringing

Church bells are ringing and today ain't sunday,what day will you say bye bye..o' lord why? I wonder if my youngest brother Dave gonna cry..I used to whip his butt.everyday,hmmmn,well at least I made it into heaven cause over there i see a seven eleven.oh my God there's Nina Simone long gone still singing her favorite songs..to be young gifted and black that's where it's at,oh no not reverend rich,I used to swear no way in hell. that woman chaser will make it into heaven,huh oh.where am I let's see if I can fly ain't grown no wings yet oh lord why, I always wondered what it was like to be up here in heaven,not that I was in a hurry,I want to know if I get tired of flying around all day,can I say Shazam and I will be right back down on earth in life checking things out for a minute or will I have to fly up here through eternity, daily eat caviar ,have Minnie Riperton serenade my dinner table every evening with something melodic and pleasing..look at them they can't wait for this wake to end so they can drink a lot of gin lick some fried chicken and laugh a lot why I lay frozen stiff in this box over in plot c wit. 6 feet of dirt piled on top of me tomorrow I will hop into my spanking new convertible Mustang and push the pedal to the medal..I won't die I can fly.anyways back to the church and what's this stuff oozing through my veins,I requested to be cremated my brother thaddeus was so faded..tomorrow I'm gonna fly straight over to seven eleven and get me a gallon of cold-cold Gatorade in case it starts to get hot up in here.

Premium Member Yippee-I-O-Ki-Ay

Ben raised up a dern disappointment, Daddy, well, he wanted a boy.
Wasn’t nothing under the bleeding red sun Ma could do but keep on a tryin’
Ya’siree, she was one branded filly and dern iffin that filly didn’t birth a maverick.
Daddy, well he had him some hard times a com’n 
and he didn’t ev’n try to hide his fallen face when Sis was born.
that un, well, she was maverick number two!

Daddy was the devil may care sort and him and his seed strayed far afield,
sowing his wild oats, praying for an heir, he himself was one
‘slick hairy dick’ so to speak [that’s cowboy lingo for a maverick himself]
and you know what they say, “The cow plop don’t fall far from its ****”
He kept on pokin’ Ma ‘till he got that boy, all nine caterwauling  pounds!
Dynasty founded, one hell of a shindig was thrown, as luck would have it,
Dad strayed, but not before he taught his gal’s not to take guff from any man!

Out on the range, Dad rounded up a couple more Betty’s
“Yehaw, did that brand sizzle” got his self a couple more bucko’s
for the dynasty and another sweet filly, all of them mavericks to the core.
Funny thing is old Dad’s gal’s got more balls then most men.
So, I guess in the end [wink] he taught us well!


*This is a Cowboy Poem, it is a maverick to it's form because

Cowboy poetry is rhymed, metered verse written by someone who has lived a significant portion of his or her life in Western North American cattle culture. The verse reflects an intimate knowledge of that way of life, and the community. 
[Never lived in the West, don't like anything that looks at me with one eye! 
"...names have been changed to protect the innocent."

P.S. I'm the maverick!


The Saddle Waits

The sunrise paints the prairie gold,
The breeze still hums that tune of old,
Where once I’d ride with reins held tight,
Now I rock through the hush of night.

My boots sit still by the old back door,
Dusty dreams from days before.
The saddle waits on its wooden stand—
But now I hold life in my hands.

No roundup calls, no cattle cry,
Just lullabies and baby sighs.
I traded spurs for whispered songs,
And sleepless nights that stretch so long.

But oh, my heart—it rides each day,
Through love too fierce to drift away.
Though trails are quiet, and horses rest,
This little one is my newest west.

I miss the wind, the leather’s creak,
The freedom dancing on my cheek.
But I would choose this soft-eyed view
A thousand times, and all anew.

Someday soon, I’ll saddle high,
With baby watching, bright and spry.
We’ll ride again—me and the sky—
But for now, it’s lullabies.

Premium Member P-C Numbers Thirty-nine AND FORTY


                                              P.C. # 39
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                         Out in the Ranch I'm-a wranglin' words,

                               Though the cattle are gone,

                                          Not a one herd

                      The lowing and whispering wind in the sage

                      Blows softly a new year, another new page

                       
                       I chased the challenge, and I did my best

                        Under the stars in the heart of the West

                   My cowboy said "Ride," so I mounted my steed

                       Chasing the wind as I galloped with speed.

                      I'm nearing the end of this exhausting ride

                         I smile, my cowboy is right by my side



                                        
                                            P.C. # 40
                                            =====

                          Changing seasons on the Ranch

                              The Paloverdes pruned

                       But some things, like true lovin' hearts

                               Are always finely tuned

                           From the settlin' in this place

                   The warmth of smiles and love's embrace

                            The desert dust is settling

                              I tie my horse to post

                     And click my heals and raise my cup

                                    To poetry I toast!

                         My muse is near, she takes a bow

                   All through this night we've galloped through

                           I kiss my darling cowboy's head

                   Let's grab some grub, Cowboy, nuff' said





                          THE END YEEEEEHAWWWW!!!!!!!

                      Happy New Year in nineteen minutes!

Prairie Time

Alone on the prairie, time will gently slip,
‘til minutes and hours start to lose their grip.
Can’t measure the day by a clock’s turning hand,
but by the sun, the stars, the clouds, and the land.
	
By how long it takes for a bee to float by,
or a hawk to soar across the open sky.
A black thunderstorm to roll over the plain,
or a groundhog to pop up after a rain.

By watchin’ a deer as it bounces away,
or seeing two eagles in the sky at play.
A bison to graze, or an elk take a drink,
seems the prairie can change as quick as a wink.

But you'll soon realize the land didn’t change,
still a sea of green 'cross a wide open range.
Speckled with wildflowers that dance with the breeze,
to the tune of wind blowing through Aspen leaves.

Yeah, on the prairie you can lose track of time,
but the Pronghorn and Sage Grouse don't seem to mind.
Robins and meadowlarks will sing you their tune,
while you watch as the sun turns into the moon.

How a Cowboy Loves, Part Ii

...The last day they rode slowly back,
still giving each other naughty looks,
a love affairs go, theirs was intense,
truly one for the record books.
Merrick hesitated to leave her side,
then Clarice looked him in the eye,
said,”I have something I have to say
before we bid farewell for good.”

“I know you probably think that we
could be a truly wonderful thing.
Much as I wish this could go on,
I know what the future brings.
I must return to responsibilities,
but thank you for making this fantasy…”
With that she reached into her coat,
and slipped on a wedding ring.

She kissed him softly on the cheek,
then drove away rather quickly.
Merrick’s mind reeled from it all,
left him feeling unsteady and sickly,
But he had a week off ahead,
and spent most of it brooding in bed,
when not sleeping he was at the bar,
sitting silent, and acting quite prickly.

But Merrick had to pay the bills,
so he pulled himself out of his slump,
went into the ranch for another tour,
hoping none would see his blue funk.
Boss said,”Got another requesting you,
paid in advanced for weeks one and two.
Show her the sights, nothing to it,
I tell you, this one’s a slam dunk!”

Merrick wasn’t really feeling it,
but he kept that to himself,
he saddled up Sun Down and High Fiver,
preparing for a two-week spell.
The job was the job, he had to go,
even if his movements were slow,
perhaps it wouldn’t be that bad,
he supposed only time would tell.

A car pulled up and out of it stepped
a platinum-haired beauty sublime,
Merrick stopped dead in his tracks,
his words he was trying to find.
She said,”Hi. My name’s Dani,
I hear you’ve got a horse for me?”
Merrick stammed,”Y-yes, I do.
Are you ready for a good time…”

The Cool, Roan Rider, Part Ii

...Jack went down in a heap,
the shot biting his thigh.
The rider drew near, gun in hand,
said,”You do not need to die.

“Though you’ll not believe it,
I will still to you explain:
You’re brother was a rapist,
and with young girls he did play.

“And when a daughter of a friend
fell to his twisted appetites,
I did what I had to do,
and sent him to that dark night.

“I know you will believe think this,
to you he was family,
but that monster is worth no revenge.
His death, in fact, was a duty.

“But sin belongs to those who sin,
and not to any other.
And I see not the ravenous beast
in the eyes of his young brother.

“And though I’m a forgiving man,
I’ll warn you this one time,
don’t ever come for me again,
‘cause I'm not always so kind.”

He tossed Ed’s pistol aside,
then mounted up on his horse.
He rode off, resigning himself
to a night sleeping outdoors.

It had been such every night,
since his own loss, long ago,
when he’d crossed that bloody line,
when he’d lost his own.

No more smiles, or boyish laughs,
no warm nights by the fire,
his woman gone, and his boy too…
nothing remained by the ire.

Sometimes he did like to think
that he could go on back,
return to what he once was,
give up these duty tracks…

But deep down he’d always know
that inside he had grown cold,
since he’d walked from their gravesides,
against evil now he rode.

Forever on, he rode.

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