Long Mountain man Poems

V.
She knew he was right, and had little choice,
winter had set in, travel was hard,
but Reid had killed elk, frozen meat to spare,
the ponds he worked were never that far.

Mink kept her guard up when...

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VI.
When his pa had died, Reid had just felt fear,
he’d been a child, the pain overwhelming,
but to see Eagle Vision lying dead…
he felt a blind rage that left him seething.

“Who did this?”he asked, in a...

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I.
Cammy Gonzalez was born in L.A.,
a child of sun and surf, you could say.
She never had that much skill with the books,
but had been blessed with abundant good looks.

Like many women with looks that men...

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IV.
It was two years later, at age nineteen,
Reid was out checking new traps in a pond,
just his routine, when he heard a loud shout,
ran for his rifle, what was going on?

He raced through the woods,...

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III.
“Eagle Vision says since his own son died
he’s felt a hollow no raiding can fill,
that men should be fathers, pass their wisdom
to adopt you as his own is his will.

“From this day forth you’ll be...

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He was a common man...
Common man's feat defeats
Nature's stubborn blockade
The mountain has taken
away his beloved -
Phaguniya - still haunts

He started cutting...
Rocks with his hammer
and chisel all alone
People ignored
his great desire

He made a road
for us...

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II.
They did not use Reid Gibson that kindly
as they drove him swiftly on up the trail,
when he fell behind or misunderstood
the two would both strike him without fail.

Was he to be held for a big...

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Once there was a woman
Who hap to pass this way,
She examined all the rocks she could
To pass the time of day.

With each stone she did pick up,
She felt the weight of time,
T'was just as if...

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A Man of Strength and Courage


(A Man Of Beauty And Respect)

A True Story

Who was he? He called himself the
unknown Poet, my great great great
grandmother's uncle Joe. He lived
a long exciting life, loving one woman
in time...

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VII.
Reid’s eyes widened with the realization,
she was with child? How long had she known?
His mind reeled and more men gathered outside,
by this time his cover had been long blown.

He glanced down upon red Wolf struggling,
then...

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From Chicago to Tampa Bay in a Ford Granada some time in the mid- 70's. Unfortunately, we were not interested in mountains, because we took interstate 75 and drove through Tennessee 'at night'. We felt...

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I saw a talk-show interview
of a new author, all the rage,
she had sold two million copies,
her book is everywhere these days.

It was tailor-made for women,
a downcast wife looking for love,
verbally abusive husband,
trapped in a situation...

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I.
When he was born he was named Reid Gibson,
and his parents weren’t the richest of folk,
didn’t have money to buy land back east,
so off to the great frontier they did go.

This was way back in...

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I stand here, cold and lonely, on this godforsaken mountain,
That stretches from the tiny valley, lying far below,
To well within the clouds of gray that float before my eyes,
And ponder on the life that I...

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I know how to live off the land
I'm a survivalist
I make do with whatever's at hand
I'm a survivalist

It's a mindset,
it's a lifestyle
You must have a soldier's discipline,
be able to endure hardships for a long while

I'm...

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An Ode about "Wagon John"
Written: By Tom Wright
8/17/1998

His old whiskered face quite weathered had seen,
Both ends of life’s trail the brown and the green.
Sitting easy in the saddle on "Sugar foot", his horse;
My very first...

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He had no garments old or new 
that didn’t have a hole burnt through
from sparks when he lit up his pipe
and nearly set himself alight.
Smoke rituals in his old car
began when we set off not...

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COPYRIGHT 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L.H. ANDRESS
STEVE JOBS..............'THE MAN!'



Stevie...Foot's-Bare...and-NAKED!
TRUTH-or-DARE!
Dearest...DO-YOU-DAREST?
It's...TRUTH-or-DARE!
STEVIE...STEVIE...it's-OUR-NAME!
STEVIE-STEVIE!

Stevie...Foot's-Bare...and-NAKED!
IT'S...TRUTH-OR-DARE!
DEAREST...DO---YOU---DAREST?
It's...TRUTH-or-DARE!
STEVIE...STEVIE...IT'S-OUR-NAME!
STEVIE-STEVIE...STOCK'S...OUR-NAME...ISN'T-IT?
STEVIE-STEVIE!

DUMB-AND-DUMBER...YOU-LOUSY...LOUT!
YOU...DOUBT-and-DOUBT...DUMB-DOUBTERS...ALL!
DUMB...AND-DUMBER-'N-DUMBEST!
DUMB-'N-NUMB...YOU'RE-ALL...NUMB-'N-DUMBER...'N-DUMBER(EST)!

There-was-a-MOUNTAIN...MAN...THERE-WAS...THIS-MOUNTAIN!
Do-YA-THINKS...THIS-'OL-ROCK...ROLLS-RIGHT?
ARE-YA...DUMBER-'N-DUMBER...OR-EST!

STEVIE...WE'RE...ALL...JUST...CRYING-CRYING...STOCK'S...SOARING-'N-SOARING!
I'M-DYING...AND-DYING...AND-JUST...JUST...CRYING-'N-CRYING!
YOU-WERE...DUMBER-'N-DUMBER...BUT-NOT-A-LYING!

WE...WE'RE...ALL...SO-SORRY...YOUR...FINGERS...WE-BURNT-'N-BURNT!
You-Had...THESE...ROYAL-BLUE...FINGERS!
AND-THE-BLUEST...AND-TRUEST-EYES!

There-was-THIS-'OL...MOUNTAIN-MAN...AND...MAN...HE
WAS-a...LIVING-LEGEND!
TIE-DYED...AND-TRUE!
FOOT-LOOSE...and-all...TOO-COOL!
FOOT-LOOSE...and-all...TOO-COOL!

THE...LEGEND...OF-STEVE...JOBS!
THE...LEGEND...OF-STEVE...JOBS!
A...GENIUS...OF-HIS-AND-OUR-TIME!
MOUNTAIN...MAN...MAN...A-MAN-OF-WAR!
A-MAN-O-WAR!
A-MAN-O-WAR!

STEVE-JOBS...LADIES-AND-GENTS!
STEVE-JOBS...LADIES-AND-GENTS!


FINI!!!


Poet's Own Notes:

A Terrific Song, "I'll take you there."...

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Alright all you pigeon chests
Came the sound of thunder from the open door
As Big Bad Bart replaced the space
Giant mountain man of lore

Making his way into the bar
Sweeping Nancy boys out of his way
Stepping up...

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The first big family vacation, it was all so new
Mom found a dream ranch, a so-called “dude”

The kids were so young, a daughter not yet two
Our son only four, wanting to ride with the crew

Rafting,...

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Lost by the Lake

It is early and the dawn has not yet come. 
The water is very still, and reflects the trees on the far side. 
Every now and again, a fish kisses the surface,...

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He was down in the South, on holyday, where the most want to be, where the sun shines, where everybody looks to be fine.
       He was enjoying with his...

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the eagle watches me 
from high above 
it has finally come to this 
I stand on this ragged lookout 
this jagged rock 
alone 

my friends are gone 
Bruce "Bear Paw" Perry 
Billy Fly and Blackpowder...

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In the stillness of my room  I lay in bed
arms snugged tightly around my pillow
turned  side-ways facing moon and light
But it is not the burnt orange moon 
but glowing embers in his eyes...

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Above my hearth rests a muzzle loader I know not how old.
Ah, could it speak, what adventurous tales to be told!
Oft I've caressed it and pondered time and again,
About where it was made and who...

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