Long Hoppy Poems

So you think you know just how us cowboys should behave
But listening to your jawing, I hear Chisholm spinning in his grave
A Cowboy who don’t drink or cuss, I’ll tell you that’s not right
Ain’t you...

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Gloriously "FAKE" Early Boyhood

Yah, ma brew their,
     and American sister golden hair -
     afar and away
book as aye ken ream hem bar,
     yea...

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sleeping         (( COLLABORATION * Don Johnson ))


by~ DON JOHNSON

The Nullabor it does abhor
the desert  in it standing
The broken heart
he keeps apart 
where Eagles are a landing
kangaroo...

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Paula parrot is my name. I'm from the wild, but now I'm tame
A chatterbox who likes to talk! 
Have news to share? Let's take a walk!
Now tell me what's the latest scoop? 
Oh! Watch your...

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The sleeping kangaroo The sleeping kangaroo took me into the abyss of sour grapes.~~~
a wildlife with wildfire turned over by the wildflower.~~~ Seascapes; full of sand that no one dared to understand!~~~~ Drowning underwater in...

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Commander In Chief On His High Horse Haint Budge'n

American democracy go'n
     to hell at light speed
breaking into a bajillion pieces
     tuffet in a handbasket
   ...

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Smell of fresh horse dung on the breeze,
Not far away, just north of here,
Keep walking on the rocky ground ,
No panic, yet no fear,

Palm island Prison, I escaped,
Swam ashore, I nearly died,
Saw the fins of...

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Smote the ‘lump’ upon the ‘drive’
The ancient oak did groan,
Smote it down a second time –
And not a stave did moan.

Riven hard and driven tight
The chime hoop bore the load,
Its rivets creaked; an iron child...

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Dogpaddling the Styx

Dogpaddling cross the Styx
To be with old Tom Mix
But Charon was there 
Demanding he be paid
So an uppercut a bit
 sorta laid back the twit
the deal was made
We reached the foreign shore

Side stepping...

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Those days of faithful sidekicks have all but passed us by,
We’d rather watch car crashes or someone blown sky-high.
Playing the second fiddle was Gabby’s first jackpot:
For Tom Tyler, Hoppy, Roy and even Randolph Scott.
But in...

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Billy Bob Bear was on an adventure on a bright, breezy day
Birds and bees swarmed in to light his path, to show him the way
Bunnies were hopping along, in a hippity hoppy sashay.
It was going...

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Oh okay, you’re colorful 
And I like that thing you’re doing with your wings 
Mmmm yeah, fluff those feathers 
Do that hopping thing again 
I liked that 
Hold up, wait, what’s this? 
This fella over...

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What would Westerns be without Horses
Would our heroes be as well known
Without their equine companions
They’d chase the bad guys on their own.

Roy would be lost without Trigger
And Gene without Champion - no way
Hoppy relied upon...

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When there’s just too much news
That has more wrongs than right—
I watch those old westerns
In good old black and white.

I’ll watch that Rocky Lane
Or that Johnny Mack Brown—
Tim McCoy or Buck Jones—
Ones that once were...

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My father was my link to beer
And Rheingold was his brew.
That red and white can held the only
Lager that I knew.

As I grew up I switched to wine -
Sangria was in style -
And even learned...

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So sad..Hopping in and Out of one' s life....

It's Peter Rabbit for Pete's" sake...

He comes by each and every year...

For this they say we should fear ?

Just to share a Spring holiday ?...

He's a horrid...

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The horses of my childhood
Do you remember too
Mr. Ed and Fury
Just to name a few
Roy had his Trigger
Dale had Butter Cup
They were stuffed and mounted
When dead – just look it up
Spin and Marty had Skyrocket
On...

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My ol' memory is hazy
And sometimes things don't seem too real;
But I can still recall the night
That I danced at the Wagon Wheel.

Well, seems I was in a good mood
And was puttin' on quite a...

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RAINBOW BELLS

Belittlement of sea and sky with blue
and green entitlement - unfocused lens
of stormy clime — the darkening of hue
in whites of shellacked eyes, aplomb of friends

does drown in haziness.  They drink his tears...

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Voices swarming from a room
High pitched and with synchronicity they loom

Constantly overwhelmed, I sit here and stew
Thank god for this hoppy brew

Stepping outside I beg for peace
White smoke rises as I inhale and release

Waving goodbye...

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I love to see to see bunnies, so hoppy,
with small twitching noses and floppy,
cute ears or a llama,
the cause of such drama.*
I'm charmed by the unique okapi!

Stumped viewers are always inquiring,
“What IS that?” They stare,...

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