Long Mustangs Poems

Alligators, Aardvarks; Arctic fox and hare. Also Armadillos and Asses will be there!

Bobcats, Beavers, Boars; One Blue whale will do! Bovines and a Booby (maybe 2)!

Caribou & Camels; *Cavies & a *Coot; Cottontails, Chipmunks, Chinchillas...

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Note: Coochie Road is a real place.

                  "The Girl From Coochie Road"

     Under a...

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Thank God for the Day

The sun rises
On the plains filled with gold
As the moon sets beyond
The Mountains young and old
The cowboy makes his coffee
And sets himself to pray
Thank God for the sun rising today.

CHORUS
Thank God...

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Hello. I am a 20 year military veteran with a service connected disability and I don’t work. 
I was born in a very small rural town with one general store that still had a kerosene...

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When I first saw it
	in the dark corner there
where none would see it
	hidden away from sight

dark green was its color
	in the darkness hard to see
with few bright glitters
	catching the light

smooth flowing curves it had
	without harsh...

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I went to work for him that year,
early on, in the fall, 
It was my job to help feed, 
water, and clean the stalls. 
  
    The quarter horses that he...

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Our plane went down in the mountain snow, but I was alive
I walked on ice in the thin air, the only way to survive
Then on a ledge, I saw that light, a valley pure and...

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...For four years he wandered, a human scourge,
throwing in with the worst type of dregs.
He robbed from so many without a thought,
and when he slept, he saw only red.

He soon was wanted in countless counties,
but...

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I was driving home in my Pick-up
When I saw something Strange…
… a Cowboy Sat atop His Horse
Calling Someone’s Name

He trotted on the Moonlit Trail
The man’s Face, held no Shame
As Tears were rolling down His Jaw
I...

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Where has the American cowboy gone, 
Did he ride off into the dust trails of history,
A faded figure, melting into the last horizons sunset.
Nay, unbridled the mustangs run free now,
No riders lasso, snaps against the...

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It doesn't seem like there's too much silence anymore, 
no room to be at one with our Creator... to be able to enjoy
 only the call of His voice or to hear the music of...

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The music in the wind                              ...

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Hooves of aquatic thunder these white steeds
Of wonder, slamming against the coral reef
As hail storms rage, set us free their voices
Softly speak through the seashells littering
The sandy beach.
Enchantments cursed beast of purity’s beauty
Trapped within the...

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I, Mustang, am the stuff of legends
               Roaming the Northwestern badlands 
         ...

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I like to sit and watch them boys
Tinker with their toys
Hood up, hands grimy
Sweat pouring down handsome faces
Oil spots in weird places
I like to sit and watch them work with a master’s poise
Those car loving...

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I'm nestled in daydreams, safely tucked in a halcyon haven
away from the stress that greedily feasts on me like a raven

My Utopian realm offers a peaceful kingdom; a sanctuary
where there is no arguing with any...

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Merrick Brigs worked at Caldwell’s ranch,
offering two-week excursions by horse,
up in the Rockies they’d ride and camp,
suburban cowboys loved it, of course.
One summer day he got a new rider,
so he saddled Sundown, and High Fiver,
his...

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she knew all the moves
Queen's Gambit
Sicilian Defense
Bura's Desperado Sacrifice
with her arms wrapping me
we barreled the freeway
racing headlong into the wind
balanced on two wheels below
as free as mustangs in the mountains
abandoned in the moment with the...

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MUSTANGS

The ground shudders, and shakes,
 Under pounding hooves.
 Echoing against canyon walls.
Fast and furious wild hearts beat,
Keeping equal pace, with the prairies,
 Wide divide.
From within hell's fiery furnace,
Tempered muscle drives motions sinew.
Behold evolution's die hard...

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It was 105 degrees that Texas day, and in the asphalt parking lot where we were performing it seemed like 150. But I was glad to be there. I had been invited to perform at...

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A Frenchmen’s Hell Nothing More
David J Walker 

No father
            Please I pled
It was only a dream
Nothing more
 
About mesquit trees
Turning themselves into mustang ponies
Nothing...

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I guess it’s time to stop asking questions,
and start answering them.
Wipe away long dead evaporations;
mined trails overgrown with new,
more current vines.

Time to remove the silver duct-tape
from the face of killed memory; (the girl
in the cavern...

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Off to the junkyard we go.
The racing season is over.
Must build a car for next year.
Let's see what sitting over yonder.

Like I've woken from a 50-year coma.
Nothing here I can recall.
None of these cars are...

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—the journey of a herd of mustangs in a picture on the wall—

The story begins with two stallions at the water’s edge, facing each other.  When one of the stallions irritated, impatiently hits the...

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Traveling across a countryfied road.
Large hollows furbished of  loose
pebbles and twisted roots ascend
from a prominent blue spruce.

Rotting posts, a barbed wired
fence, and pair of Mustangs
racing 'cross a
green pasture toward 
ole' woebegone stable,
as  a...

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