Long Lariat Poems

Brumby.

A strong gale cuts its path across the snow laden mountain tops,
light and tough the timor, thoroughbred mix, leads his mob at a trot.
A day spend grazing the valley below they now ascend the range...

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Amazonomachy, leaping from the comic page,                             ...

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My grandparents lived on farms – both sides of my family.
My mother’s parents and my father’s parents.
Overalls and button down shirts with pockets
Work boots for grandpas

Except my single grandpa did get dressed up fancy
For Saturday...

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He was a cowboy problem child
rescued by a mendicant sage brush sorcerer
resulting in his remembering everything
flawlessly insolently permanantly
birth death life things in space have a beer
owner of his own head at last
thanks to whiskey tainted...

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171 E Swedesford Rd,

Unexpected positive experience
with regular totally tubular
gnarly patron first name Maureen
hmm... if only this burbling blurb 
blog could somehow
be communicated - pro bono, cuz green
legal tender (mine) scarce -
anyway earlier 

today December sixteenth
two...

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There's a quaint little cross roads town that nestles in the shadow,
Of majestic Pikes Peak called Punkin Center in eastern Colorado.
The prime business in town is the Punkin Center Tack and Feed Store,
Where farmers and...

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Ah, luminous white she blooms a deceptive ghost  
lover of dark arts of charisma and night
moon seducer  logic diffuser  defense reducer  
user of dreams  abuser of romance
tempter-serpent twines and vines...

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Surely God is good,
Surely to Israel,
Surely God is good to Israel, 
Surely God to pure hearts,  
(please don’t call me Surely)
Soitenly God-Blessed are the dear-heart folks?
Who shall have attended God?

But 
As for me

I slipped,...

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Anancy men, weaving silk palace out of spit
Breeze blows it far
Like lassso, or lariat casting Minotaur
Or Midas
Or pilgrims legacy stolen here
I could not believe it
Unless I had known the gullability of flies
And the charm of...

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Bags all packed and ready to go?
I wish that were the case.
Tossed some clean clothes in the trunk,
With some things I can’t replace.
Won’t take time to be ready to go.
I don’t wanna see her face.
Leaving...

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I didn't want to break your heart,
I had no thought of that at all,
When I told you I'd be leaving
Right after roundup time this fall.

A cowboy's life is lonely,
With saddle, bridle and his horse,
A bedroll...

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A Cowboy, Neath A Rainbow
Rode The Range, Far and Free
Holding Lightning Reins, and A Lasso
Strung Around His Untamed Dreams

Riding On His Horse, named Bullseye-Shoot
A Big, Bay Thoroughbred
Galloped Long, Nudged by The Cowboy’s Boots
To Race, As...

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Our snowmen, they're not made of white.
They're tumbleweeds, rolled up tight.
No top hat upon his head,
a cowboy hat sits there instead.
His face and buttons, tree ornaments,
boots and lariat, his accoutrements. 

Saguaro cacti with lights wrapped...

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On the dry Prairie and then Mississippi Valley, yahoo buckaroo;
I come out eating choking dust daily, yahoo;
While on the long open range;
This cattle drive I parade;

Moo-be then dar doggies;
Through open Plains and Gulfs in Valley...

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Ma cowboys un me been ponderin a way
Tryin ta figgers ur chores fer tha day
We thunk, un we thunk, finally Jimbo sez
"Times cum fer us ta chooze sum ones ta tags"
Nows who ut cud be's...

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"I didn't want to break your heart.
I had no thought of that at all,
When I told you I'd be leaving
Right after roundup time this fall.
A cowboy's life is lonely,
A saddle, bridle and a horse,
Bedroll, just...

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we bury the past like but not with dread
wounded hearts triaged and on the mend
we bandage the cuts, scratches and mars
slowly they heal with just a faint scar
we pick it all up from yesterday
start again...

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Fold your tent now
Cowboy, the prairie sunset has come
Pull the hat low
Over the silent brow, let the horse go home
Without saddle,
It's round up time for you, the trail is done.
Bit and bridle;
O let it go...

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The past that haunts the future hangs flyblown, 
Still the fraying lariat chokes a larynx dead, 
And silences the words, still born, unknown 
To ears that should have caught the sentence said. 
Or some guillotine...

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For thirty years long I fled my fears
Until I was wax soft and white like moon
The fugitive only his own voice hears
His lips trembling swell the empty spoon
Shattering dusty teeth. O the exile
Has returned, now...

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They buck and jump and belly roll—
Throw a lariat of snot—
They twist and throw them big ol’ horns
With everything they got!

They’re Bodacious, Yellow Jacket—
The world’s best bull buckin’ stock—
They’re Werewolf Snuff, Blueberry Wine,
Dillinger and that...

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