Long Mustang Poems
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In the interview board of the portfolio
The question asked,
How so? Is it not fornication?
The ripley's reply was negative.
“As you shifted the family tree into a money plant
This is basically a spine inclination in influencing.
The shadow and the light. And the gray in daylight.
The intrepid tree shall learn to grow there. There.”
The question paper was asking again. “P.O Box?”
The mustang speed in the reply came, “ Digital, greetings?”
“You tell me, at all. Since it is all about you. Is it not?”
Pondarance.
Stress or,
May or,
Say or,
Vit D Organic!
Lines. Line breaks. Different strokes. Different brushes.
To spell oracle these days you need simply three.
Wind catcher sounds
“P-reach”, Saucer and UFO!
It was 1999
Shotgun rider
2000 green mustang
My sis, always beside her
Landed the same job
Only Mexican restaurant in town
Put gas in our car
Kept our wheels going round
All dolled up
Kissed our parents goodnight
Pretend to go to bed
Cruising feeling right
Idiots with wheels
License to drive
Dr. Pepper and cigarettes
Never felt so alive
Introduced to Mary Jane
She was a silly lady
Laying on the hood of our car
Listening to Slim Shady
Hungry for boys
Just a tease
Looking fly in our prime
The birds and the bees
The dawning of 2000
Life as we knew it, about to end
Eyes met at 12:01
We both began to grin
Cheers to a good year
Twice as old as I was then
Thinking of my sis today
Missing my best friend
My uncle died yesterday
He was an octogenarian
His stroke made him slur
To me, he is ever youthful
Riding a nicotine stained Mustang
Breaking free from his bridle
Breaking free from his bride
Leaving his two sons and wife
Long time since he whittled for me
A while since he carved driftwood
Since, he enticed a second mare
A girl to ride shotgun when broken
I wrote to not cry his passing
Though I never really knew him
I cried for the end of a generation
Now old, I inherit his vacant seat
Someday my son will cry for me
My mother says all things die
Even soju spilled evaporates
When the bottle tips I’ll pass away
Feel myself burbling away
Few will mourn a falling leaf
Few see Mustangs falling off a cliff
Even fewer still will see their art
In his imperfections I see myself
Do his estranged sons grieve?
When he is buried in Forest Lawn
When laid to rest by his parents
I wonder why I cry for an old man
Was it for him or myself behind?
Perhaps it is to honor any life
Ahead will be my parent’s rest
Behind me my son’s mourning
Find peace in a falling leaf
Winter is coming for us
We have only four seasons
Ride that broken-down Mustang
Never let go of the reins
Watch him canter ahead
I'll be joining him bareback
Help me to not feel jealous
Today is a good day to die
Uncle
Now gather round this here campfire
y'all kind good folk
Sit down get and make yourselves
real comfy and toast a marshmallow
Because this is a Freestyle Hoedown
ain't it all of us here have come to see
and i am about to get this party started
So here's a little ditty im about to spit
if you follow my flow and catch my drift
please feel free to join in and sing along
Hey- Diddle - Dee
Slap a my thigh
Fiddle - Dee- Dee
I'm a simple country boy at heart
not 1 of them city slicker
Who enjoys the simple things and
pleasures of the outdoors life such as
My shack and outhouse I constructed
myself with my own bare hands that
provides me shelter when I am not out
roaming the plains
A cowboy hat tin of beans cup of coffee
whiskey bottle and thick warm blanket
to sleep under the star's at night
I live off the land and anything else I
need it can't provide all I have to do
is take a ride into town I can purchase
from the supplies store
And my mode of transportation I use to
get there is my trusty Mustang of the
four legged type 1 B.H.P under the
hood that comes with a saddle
not 1 of the modern day muscle car variety
You see I'll take my chances all day long
Dancing with these Wild Wolves rather
than the one's on Wall street
Because at least there was some form
of law and a Sheriff in Dodge
Whereas
Wall street is totally and utterly lawless
run by cowboys who have the Sheriff's
and the Judge on their payroll
Who will railroad you straight to jail
choose to throw away the key or
hang you
Music Score provided by
( Deliverance Banjo )
&
( A Fistful of Dollars More )
&
( The Bad & the Downright Ugly )
The day my life became harried
was not the exact day I married
but, the stress turn is deeply storied
in all things wife and mother varied:
While it is piling up,
I attempt bearing up,
patience blows up
and discord shows up;
Known as routine,
it makes one mean,
it creates pressure,
it makes attitudes lesser;
not a mustang of emotion,
not of magical potion,
not made of total reason
sometimes I am not pleasin’;
fury grown from resentment,
fury needing contentment,
fury of blinding confusion
longs for harmonies intrusion;
so my mind sorts its pain,
my body absorbs its strain and
my heart seeks its inspiration
as my housewife desperation
attacks
the cleaning vocation.
October gallops in as stolid as a gray mare,
a blunt wind snorts furiously through autumnal trees.
Foliage rattles, but does not fall, it clings still
to green stems.
Appalachian backwoods have tough roots,
shod as they are into an earth salted
with a dark gritty ore.
Bears are foraging and reaping,
their black silky pelts clamber over gusting winds
to reach the furthest fruits
before first snows overburden stoic pines.
Today the sky is unharnessed
and racing at full tilt
It whips my raw lips like a wet mane,
it rears up to stamp down upon its own
animated onslaught.
I adjust my rucksack and reshoulder a shotgun
grin, eyes watering
caught under the stampeding gale,
buffeted now by its muscular flanks.
I need to bridle this striding wind,
to halter its headlong charge,
or better yet just surrender -
turn my back on it,
let it ride me
as we leap down from the hilltops
whooping it up like cowboys.
I REMEMBER--
I remember summer time calling
I remember streets and grasses boiling, (so, so hot)
I remember 25 cents ice-cream cones
And 50 cents hot-dogs wit fries
I remember 10 cent postal stamps and 25 cents a gallon gas
I remember you could leave cold milk on the table and it would never get sour
I remember 12 cents comic books
Even 50 cents movies we would watch
I remember just 2 thousand dollars for a new Ford/Mustang
But my favorite memory's yet to come
Praying to God for longevity of live on this earth, so that I may see Jesus Christ descend from the skies
11/6/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I always dreamed of being Western born.
Then I got in my Mustang to go far.
I drove my car through plains, desert, and more.
My Western boots are adorned with gold stars.
I ride with joy that stirs my spirits.
Because excitement makes the westerner.
From Texas winds I flow to California's shore.
In my heart with joy for being a rider.
Moving west.
Moving west.
Moving west.
With horses, Cowboy hats, silver belt buckles gleaming, This cowgirl rides the range,
Tirelessly dreaming
Starry eyed with star-bursting cowgirl boots!
There are so many types of Westerners.
And there's much about which they don't agree.
But they love the USA, and they're free.
Furthermore, they've stylish commonality!
Horses, Cowboy hats. and silver buckles!
Ridin' free on the range, rough and lucky!
Moving west.
Moving west.
Moving onward.
With horses, Cowboy hats, big silver belt buckles gleaming, She rides the range,
Tirelessly dreaming,
Blue-sky eyed with star-bursting cowboy hunks!
My shirts are simple. denim jeans well worn.
Frugal and thrifty, steady as the plains!
I love my denim jackets, strong and true.
Love the Bald Eagle, golden hue, that flies!
So glad I am to be a true cowgirl!
To ride the range, to explore this bright world!
Rain beating down a mustang range
Crossing over mountains, plains
Gunning with a heart on fire
Running nine horse wild
Dying in the desert of your love
I lost myself in your eyes
Mississippi burning in my mind
Gold at the end of my rainbow
Down the Gulf of Mexico
Dreaming of those Southern nights
Running nine horse wild
Swimming in the ocean of your love
I lost myself in your eyes
Mississippi burning in my mind
Say all's well that ends well
That's no far gone conclusion
This ain't no fairy tale
This ain't no Lifetime movie
What could've should've would've been
A happy ending
Rain beating down a mustang range
Crossing over mountains, plains
Gunning with a heart on fire
Running nine horse wild
Dying in the desert of your love
I lost myself in your eyes
Mississippi burning in my mind
Seen Heaven, I've seen Hell
Girl, what you doing to me
This ain't no fairy tale
This ain't no Lifetime movie
It's crazy, maybe baby there's
A happy ending
Free, like a bird I'm free
Like a river to the sea
Dreaming of those Southern nights
Running nine horse wild
©2017.
I am just a country boy at heart
mustang free wild at spirit
Awakening to the bliss birds singing love piercing into a soul
Treasure gem in the promised land
dewdrops are falling rubbing them into my fingers
wind breathing her voice whispers silver
I hold so much love deep inside for you
stroking gently as it touches softly
your one amazing woman to me
sweetly inside the land of milk and honey
touching finger caress in the morning sun
Golden dreams in her I smile rising queen of the east
To she who bows me humble
so full of grace inside treasure deeply smiling
Then as I look across the mountains
captured in deep thoughts within beauty wow
White clouds in the sky racing to dreamland
darling hop on the magic carpet
whisked away in a breathless heartbeat
I fall away into a distant dream starstruck paradise Shangri-la
garden of eden your my seventh heaven love
never have I tasted such a fine fruit
paradise walking with you is to wonderland
hand in hand we will dance together sweetheart
in never-never land forever and always our love
you darling are heaven on earth
illusion of a rainbow falling rich
baby I found my pot of gold
your all the riches this man needs in the heart
Darling with you I can see a great vision
together in the great golden cased thoughts
us two at the pearly gates of heaven
now your my dream smiling angel of delight