Long Hardin Poems

Interview with The Dead Boy -Raymond Mizsak

So Raymond, do you know what happened to you? Why you died?

Yeah, I know what happened to me, man, 
but I don’t remember it happening, 
Cause I was in...

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In the 1600's, Europeans lived on the eastern shore
Their numbers grew, they wanted more.
Iroquios, Sauk, Ottawa, and Mohawk were tribes they met
Too many and more, paid our forefathers' debt.
Men moved west thru the Cumberland gap
Daniel...

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He made no move at all 
As the alarm clock went off. 
But ten minutes later, 
It was obvious he was awake. 
He lifted himself out of bed 
And went towards the bathroom.
He shaved himself...

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I know you, I know your thought,
I won't be intimidated by their sunny
Red blazing eyes that hurts minds.
My ink might not be better now but
I won't give up in the quest to know more,
I will...

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MIGS
By: Melissa Ann Hardin
May 1, 1997

Long ago in a land across the sea lived a man by the name of Damian Stee. He lived all alone with his chickens and pigs, and sometimes he patted...

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Breathless
For My King
By: Melissa Ann Hardin
August 4th, 2019

I want us to be breathless with hope, and fire, and need.
I want us to be breathless with love, and passion, and speed.
I want us to want a...

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The Queens Romance
For My King
By: Melissa Ann Hardin
January 5, 2022

Sometimes I whisper, alone at night, wishing you were close and thoughtful by my side.
Can’t imagine how life became so complicated, the simple emotions between us...

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“Back in my day” his stories all would start
I’d  lean in close to listen though I knew ‘em all by heart
He was a living legend, one of Texas’ best
Not just another lawman with a...

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My Levi’s Lullaby
By Melissa Ann Hardin
End of April 2012

If I could take your hand to hold forever I would, to light your days with the purest of passions,
And your nights with fires withheld.
The daydreams I’d...

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There is no Sunday west of St. Louis
And no God that’s west of Ft. Smith—
So says the frontier adage that’s truest
And confirms the last Old West myth.

Wild Bill Hickok had him a dead man’s hand—
They...

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Few now look back on those times that are gone
When Hoodoo and Rudebaugh rode rough stock;
When Clantons and Cowboys carved out Tombstone
And the West was legend with Wyatt and Doc.

There's Jesse amd Frank and Youngers...

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Lonesome Hill
Written In Memory of Arlis Walter Hardin, For Martha Ann Hardin
Song: Bluegrass A Capella to heartbeat rhythm helped by Seth Logan Quartermouse
Melody and Lyrics By: Melissa Ann Hardin (Quartermouse) April 2007
Multiple Witness Copyright

Come walk...

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For Jason Levi Fenwick
By Melissa Ann Hardin
March 1994

Levi’s

Dreams unspoken, land untread upon.
Words unspoken, that crave understanding.
A perfume that wreaks havoc on the senses,
That which cries out for a touch or a whisper.
A bliss unmatched even...

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Flutterfly
By: Melissa Ann Hardin
July 2001
Copyright 2003 Melissa Ann Quartermouse, 07/30/2003

Now, everyone’s heard of butterflies,
And there’s even talk of houseflies,
But did you know, I have a flutterfly!

Please don’t laugh,
I swear it’s true!
It tickles my tummy
And beats...

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Life of Love
2005
By: Melissa Ann Hardin

If ever there was a time that I 
could look upon the past with shining eyes,
It was the time that I found you,
And remember it as clear and true.
The days...

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The Moment After
By: Melissa Ann Hardin
December 6, 2000
Copyright 2003 Melissa Ann Quartermouse

It was the moment after, and I smiled into your eyes.
It was the most lovely afternoon when you joined me by my side.
The sky...

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I look far away 
In the blue sky.

Longing for answers
From days gone bye.

A calloused heart
From harm's untold.

Not wanting to be
So mean, So cold.

A woman I've become
Hardin by time.

Simplier were the day's
When less was on my...

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