Long Injun Poems

Self help addict needles unsuspecting reader 

Expounded late today April 27th, 2023
since being written
countless years ago
maybe a baker's dozen
as thee doodling cock doth crow 
scouting about for carrion 
scavenging for dead animals 
and rooting about...

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[Just a little note to help maintain the peace on Soup.          
To cause no animosity among our friendly group
I myself am partial to some tasty asian...

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                A Simpler Time
                ...

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THE BULLET TREE

No one knows how long the bullet has been lodged in the big    old maple tree
Mr. Ailey claims he knows    but    Mr. Ailey is...

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THE BULLET TREE

No one knows how long the bullet has been lodged in the big    old maple tree
Mr. Ailey claims he knows    but    Mr. Ailey is...

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Limerick crochetes : Once a Bull-Frog of a French Syndic

Part One 

Once a Bull-Frog of a French Syndic
Croaked Janitress Porc-U-Pine music
She found much in common
With Janitress-Husband
They sucked Co-Proprietors' Council sick

Now Janitress had much lard to...

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Skookum Jim wuz born the son uv a Chief uv the Tagish Injun tribe.
Ain't much known about his youth - ain't no totem left to describe.
'Tis known he wuz born in the Yukon where man...

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Long tennis matches stretch on and on for love of deuce,
While endless freight trains mercifully end with a little red caboose.

Domestic snits could be shortened dramatically with a fruit juice truce,
Though kids keep on playing...

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The day seemed no different 
From the ones that pasted before
Heat, dust and wind
Made living here a chore 
We haven't had a drop of rain
For as long as I remember
It seems to me 12 years...

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And, now I lay me down to sleep,
For another wretched night of counting sheep!
Lord, should I expire before I awake,
Please allow me some zzzzzzzzs for heavens sake!

The cat has leaped upon the bed,
And snuggles closely...

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The Lone Ranger and Tonto strode into saloon
To get out of the sun and heat of the noon

They stood at the bar; their thirst the beer quenching
When through the doors came a cowboy crashing

He asked...

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RECIPE: "Poulet Roti" French Style - Le Chant Royal (Instalment 2)

             Stanza  I
COQ knows best how to pluck the wayward chicken
Quill by...

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Mexico again and more Injun and back to Mexico,
Tick off Lakota, Dakota, Cheyenne and Arapaho,
The Great Sioux War and lots more fuss before we invade Brazil,
Let’s hop around some islands first (punch out the Yaqui...

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Small train of pack horses walking slow,
five of them, to be precise,
on the shore of this rock-choked river,
opposite where I make my way.

Led by three men wearing buckskin,
one is Injun, must be their guide,
must’ve married...

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Who the hell is Gordon Bennett
Some think there’s insanity
In the fact we call his name
As though it were profanity

Not so famous nowadays
As once he used to be
But still I call his name out
When a doorframe...

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I’m Huck, and my last name is Finn.
On the great Mississippi I’ve been
playing hooky from school
‘cause there ain’t any rule
that can keep Huckleberry caged in.

I bet that you’ve already read
about the fun life that I’ve...

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There in the park, beside the path, 
The limestone general stands,
With pigeons perched upon his hat
And on the saber in his hand.  
           ...

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Bang-bang shoot-'em-up
  Thousands died, violent scenes
Grade-B Cowboy-and-Indian films
  The rage on '50's TV screens

I had some dandy cowboy boots
  Tomahawk and Injun headdress too
Several pistols, silver bullets
  A long-nosed rifle, 'most...

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~ 'Injun Summer' ~

Orange glow fades from twilight sky
  Pumpkins grin, full moon is nigh

It's Injun Summer, in the midwest
  Harvests gathered to farmers' nests



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'Injun Summer' is what unusually warm,
sunny days at the...

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