Long Hired hand Poems

(Circa 1910)

Grandpa had a bulldog whose name was Tige. 
They were close – as close as honey and bees. 
If Grandpa felt a cold comin’ on –
 Well Ol’ Tige was the one who would...

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Dad keeps pestering me.
   He wants to go see Al and he wants me to go along.
"Come on; it'll only take a little while," he coaxes.
   The thought of the old...

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‘Twas way back in them days 
when the ranch owner’s ways
was just about the only law there was around

Rancher’s money was king
and gun violence reigned
till marshal Ben Miller made his way into town

Well that town...

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One flag one country

in the beginning there was hope it was agreed upon
That a turkey was a big chicken and it wouldn’t offend anyone 
as the two fowls had no say and didn’t they had...

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Every friggin day
mother hen runs amuck,
while all chicken's
beady eyes appear awestruck
drawing particular
agitation, irritation, perturbation...

of Punxsutawney (Doctor) Phil
(well grounded) woodchuck,
the latter glaring at henpecked
yours truly rifled
tail feathered rooster,
whether communicating 

nonverbal sympathy
towards me, a garden variety
Gallus gallus...

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I am the light now come into the world.
Whoever follows keeps me in his sight,
Thus has the light that shines, the life within;
The darkness does not overcome the light.

Whoever comes will hunger nevermore;
This manna's sweetened...

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Mark was a slo poke but a jolly rancher indeed
his wife Mary and baby Ruth his only family
life was sweet on the ranch called the M&Ms
along with his three musketeers, his hired help he called...

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Every single day, having lived and learned and worked in this place a long time
I see familiar faces, regular servants and customers and neighbors; we daily assure each other we’re doing fine.  
That’s why...

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It was hot and dry in the desert, they say.
The young pups were tired, wearied from play.
The ranch house lay peaceful, spare time rejoiced.
Thunder’s sure quite a hired hand voiced.

The boss’s young daughter small, innocent...

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"Out of the blue of the western sky, comes Sky King'"
Each Saturday morning we heard the same thing.
A kid's T.V. show, back in the 50's.
At that time, we thought it was "nifty."

A western ranch owner...

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The spring-cleaning long ago, was a family affair.
Mama and her two daughters could not do it on their own.
When Daddy helped he always did a lot more than his share,
And if he were too busy...

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In my backyard is my children's sand box 
With a lid to keep out contamination.
In it is the finest sand.
This is where my children use their imagination
To build make believe accommodations
They use a toy dump...

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This Age Old Tale Has Now Been Truly Told

Farmer was old, beloved land eroded
Story told, how his farmhouse exploded
Very soon after he was newly wedded
Inquiry his young wife dearly dreaded.

His body freshly placed in new...

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Hired Hand

and so we see, 
That some are in the hands of God because they love him, his son, and his commandments.
While others point the finger of their false Gods
and teach a false Christ to...

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John 10:12

The hired hand is not the shepherd and does not own the sheep. So when he sees the wolf coming, he abandons the sheep and runs away. Then the wolf attacks the flock and...

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Hired Hand
6-8-2016

Some people work hard but can also be lazy,
Thinking one person can be both, isn’t so crazy.
Being an early bird, may not be to his liking,
Even though his physique could be called striking;

Early risers...

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I am worthy to sit at the right hand of Christ; I am worthy to see Gods shining light.
 I am worthy to work as Christ’s hired hand, to work in the field as he...

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I am the good shepherd;
    the sheep are my life.
He who is hired
    does not own the sheep,
Sees the wolf coming,
    Thinks about running.
Avoiding danger, flees...

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burning branches

the vine
a new name coloring I am..
the shepherd is now the vine
the hired hand the branches..
the colors change
but I am..our identity..remains..
branches express the separation
which we all experience..
we live in what seems as
a subject-object world..
as...

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