Long Howdy Poems
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I don't know who you are
I don't know your name
I might know where you live
And maybe even a guess on how you look
But it's all a bridge of uncertainties
Only when I walk on it will I know
If it stays of if it falls
When it shall fall I shall know it was never true
But what if it stays still
Will I be brave enough to cross it
And will I be brave enough to come to you
How will that day feel
I only ask of you to let me love you
That's all I've wanted from a while
To love
And to love you unconditionally
That would be the greatest achievement of mine afterall
So please let me know how when we walk past each other
Throw me a Hello
But until we meet again, keep loving me
And keep making beautiful memories
Towering sycamores embraced, forming canopies over the streets.
Crime was unknown - (three part-time cops patrolled their beats.)
'Cept for teens in hot-rods who were bent on an occasional toot!
Folks were entertained as cops chased them in hot pursuit!
There was a Fourth of July parade with fireworks after dark.
Presbyterian and Baptist ladies served watermelon in the park.
Old vets in tight-fitting uniforms marched with resolute stride,
Followed by the school band in which the town took great pride!
The paperboy was prompt with the news to enjoy with a cup of joe,
(Tho' it usually landed in the bushes due to his ill-aimed throw!)
Folks greeted friends and neighbors with a hearty, "Howdy do!"
Pausing to swap a bit of gossip since they had little else to do!
Proms were held in the school gym and didn't leave a feller broke.
Idlers met at the barber shop to hear the latest risque joke.
Kids sold lemonade on their lawns for a dime a glass,
But urbane lads visited the ice cream parlor to treat their lass!
Church bells summoned worshippers on Sundays with clarion peal.
Moms invariably fixed chicken and dumplings for the Sunday meal!
I have many fond memories of small town life that I can't forget.
I return to relive those blissful days every chance that I can get!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
That be cold sun rose yonder, our heads be hot, I'd declare,
I'll get Whitey my critter, worked all night, best she nicker.
'Bout saddlin' her real tight, or I'll headlong out of sight,
I want movin' nice and fast, cause just--nice--ends up a mess.
Must keep thin's dry 'round Whitey ... traps, she'll stir if caught any,
though we burn the breeze git near, passed two hoops long's a holler,
the homestead bout five miles back should see the first trap I set.
Nope, trap's clean and good to go, next, ain't whistle earshot. Whoa!
Need to slow time -- like disarm, well, no sense singin' to 'em,
come on girl, traps a waitin', ain't no worth to Dallas spin!
Good girl, now just o'er that rise--Whoa! Rattler!--Where, is mascque-eyes?
I'm unshucked and up a tree! Hair in the butter, for me.
French leave, or hang fire--no wait--either fish or cut the bait?
Oh there! 'Neath the brush ahead. Steady girl--a rattler's head!
(BANG/Whinning neighs)
Where's my Arkansas toothpick? Then be trapped, you won't get nicked.
(Talking to the rattler)
Well, done checking all the traps, I knew it'd fill up two packs.
(Resting a bit before anything else)
Be back--stay drink, water's clean--up, I'd never drink downstream.
"Howdy," well, whaddya know? That is one among the willows.
(Passing rider nods and head on...)
All hands and the cook--don't need ... California collar--tree.
(Wanted rider drifts out of sight)
I'll start a fire real quick, then the rattler on the spit.
That was quick and good eatin', look like that sun 'bout settin',
Methinks the night out in town, whaddya think, how does that sound?
Toss belly wash on the fire, where's my comb and the mirror,
cowboys don't bathe, they dust off, come on it's late, let's head off.
You be good, hear, and wait right here, this stallion needs his mare.
That there'd square dance a bit more, must be rattlers on that floor,
My left-handed wife, sidekick. Lookin' for a dog to kick!
There's no call for that ... You mean ... two packs, tied up on Whitey.
Fire 'em up, boys, R O S I E ' S . R O A S T E D . R A T T L E R ' S time!
The Castros make Rubio rowdy
To them he'll never say howdy
Marco's so steady
So why he is ready
To kiss the kings who are Saudi?
Author's Note: Are Saudi Kings beloved by their people and so much better than Cuban dictators? Do Saudi royals not need body guards or a secret police force to maintain order? Do they travel among the people and never use private jets? Are the decisions made in Saudi Arabia completely democratic and open? Does the royal family limit its personal wealth out of a sense of fairness to its people? Do they treat women fairly? OMG--Could Raoul and Fidel be so much worse than our friendly ally? Never forget who crashed the planes into the twin towers. They weren't Cubans!
I used to smile
With the best of them
But now for awhile
My grins been thin
When you see the world
And the shape it's in
With an insanity crust
And a crazy filling
I would wake my day
In the usual way
With a howdy do
And a smile on my face
To those I passed
I would kindly wave
As I would always have
Something special to say
But then my smile
One day went South
If you need to know
Take a gander around
Look high, look low
Look up, look down
You too will see
What I'm talking about
When I say ...
I used to smile
With the best of them
But now for awhile
My grins been thin
When you see the world
And the shape it's in
With an insanity crust
And a crazy filling
Does God let you make mistakes?
You bet cha
But you know what?
You are going to learn from it
And that would make you a better person
You will only learn by doing
And doing you will make mistakes
It comes with the territory
He is a gentle God
He knows we are not perfect
And will make mistakes
That’s why He is not mad at you
When you messed up and say “I am sorry”
Are you really sorry?
If you are then move on
There should be no condemnation
As God does not condemn
So the next time you make a mistake
Remember that
God loves you
And He wants you to live a happy life
Not a life full of fear
Full of resentment
Full of self loathing and hatred
Be gentle on yourself
Take good care of that body
Say good things
You only have you
Twenty four hours
Day in and day out
Constantly
So the more good things you say about yourself
The more you are going to believe it
So why not make the most of it?
Life is full of surprises
Take them with both hands
They are life’s presents
For the good of you
So go on
Live
Be daring
Make mistakes
Laugh out loud
There is not one way to live
Just like there is not one way to do
Experience
Learn
See
The unsung heroes of the open plains
The outlaw bandits like Jesse James
Cut throat thieves and black jack hustlers
Green horn Cowboys and long horn rustlers
They all stood the Cowboys test
A stetsons man a broncos best
Leather chaps and leather vest
A real man's man a cut above the rest
Blazing saddles and blazing guns
Long trail ride and mountain runs
Chuck wagon chilly and camp fire sites
Hot sweaty days and long cold nights
A Cowboy sits on his faithful steed
Quick draw fingers based on speed
Bandanna mask and whiskey flask
A Cowboys job is'nt an easy task
Tabacco chew and cow beef stew
a Cowboys gang and Cowboys crew
They did work from dusk to dawn
round 'em up and brand 'em all day long
Gee!!! and haw!!! right and left
Yee and haw out of breath
Cowboy slang and Cowboy lingo
even Mexican Cowboys that say Gringo
Greetings y'all and howdy stranger
long lost wranglers and lone rangers
Ruff and rugged with no frills
Ask questions later shoot to kill
Yellow belly buckaroos and snake oil peddlers
wanted dead or alive outlaws and frontier settlers
From the California gold rush of 48
to the 13 colonies of this great state
Cowboys lived and Cowboys died!!!!
Cowboys give for Cowboys pride!!!
Looking around
startled awake,
I gaze around
and begin to shake
Thinking I’m mad
pretending a dream,
suddenly I realize
I’m sitting in a stream
Sitting to left
an elf appeared,
he just smiled
and said
“Howdy there”
Standing up
I am naked as day
“oh my god !!
what would mum say?”
Finding leaves
and bits of vine,
making a dress
that flowed divine
Another realm called
reaching through veils,
it caused me to pause
but I wandered the trail
Off to the right
hushed in soft light,
a unicorn was bucking
dazzling the night
He walked up to me
nudged with his horn,
gestured to follow
I’m agasp and in awe
But,follow him I did,
closely at heel,
I was silent in wonder
across Elysian fields
Floating a cloud
up to the moon,
sitting on a star
a universe cocoons
Sweeping the solar winds
fingertips reach up,
resting at peace
in the bottom of teacup’s
Behind the magnolia curtain, childhood ne’er knew.
Drawn to Sleepy Hollow - over the river, really
mountains; and the thruway, to Grandma’s we go.
Magnificent magnolias, bountiful with perfume,
born when I was steeped in maturity. Now I know
the shiny leaves that tremble in hot ‘lanta breeze.
Whilst the ghosts of the Catskills clip clop; shadows
that fell the canopy of treetops; the Borscht Belt
entertaining with neon signs, drawing my eyes.
Crépe myrtles connect the present and past,
I’d not notice the smooth legs until the gypsy eyes,
of a poet, were mesmerized by these sprightly trees.
Gone With the Wind comes to life as I entered
North Carolina life, bigger than life; Miss Daisy,
was driving me crazy; the drama of a small town,
I’d ne’er known, now bit my hands, slammed
my fingers in the door, waged jealousy and more;
brought to the surface my lack of skill and sins.
I gained my bearings, muscled my spirituality,
in other words prayed, bumbled, hurrayed any inroads,
gained love and fascination for these characters.
First thing said to me by the closest coworker:
“I know how much you make!”
‘Well, howdy do, and bless your heart’ -
that last bit, the burn I learned in the deep South.
You see in the Catskill mountains, we lob heads off,
well, at least the Headless Horseman does the dirty work.
Sweet smell of magnolias, Southern belles, mean old South;
still I met my best friend as I landed in Marietta -
I admire her, she’s kind, and wise, perfect in my eyes.
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'Twas the night before Christmas, in Texas vast and wide,
Where tumbleweeds danced and coyotes don’t hide.
The stars shone like diamonds on black velvet so deep,
While ranchers and oilmen lay fast asleep.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
But these weren’t just stockings—oh no, they were flair:
Boot-shaped and sparkly, with *conchos so bright,
Reflecting the glow of the fire’s warm light.
Out on the prairie, there rose such a clatter,
I grabbed my Stetson to see what was the matter.
I flung open the door to a curious sight:
Eight tiny armadillos, all harnessed just right.
And pulling their wagon, so sturdy and slick,
Was Santa himself—but hold up, hold hic—
Howdy, pardner! he called with a twinkling grin,
His red suit swapped out for leopard-skin with leather trim.
Ain’t got no reindeer down here in this heat,
So these little diggers sure make my sleigh look neat!”
He tipped his ten-gallon Stetson, then whistled so sweet,
And those armadillos took off down the dusty Dallas streets.
As they sped out of sight, trailing dust in the air,
He hollered, Merry Christmas, y’all—take care!
And I laughed as I whispered, my heart full of cheer,
Now that’s how we do Christmas down here!
*Conchos come from the Mexican vaquero tradition and serve both a decorative and a utilitarian role on western saddles. Conchos are metal disks, traditionally with two slits to allow saddle strings to pass through and secure the saddle’s skirts to the saddle tree. (Source:texasuniques.com/blog/what-are-conchos/)