Long Paul bunyan Poems

Poem revised Memorial Day May 30th, 2022 at 1500 hours

Flagrante delict adulterous sordid behavior 
automatically linkedin with Lothario;
an unscrupulous seducer of women, 
based upon a character 
in The Impertinent Curious Man, 
a story within a...

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silently wailing analogy to Moby Dick 
regarding how yesterdays 
prurient laced introductions 
to rhyme in retrospect embarrassingly blows.

Herewith to enliven anecdote ever further,
I inject humorous tidbit
just gimme moment to unload and reach
into psychological metaphorical knapsack
particularly...

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Tribute To Youth And The Days Imagination and Boyhood Dreams,
Poem One- Inspired by my own youth, also by Mark Twain's,
books, "Tom Sawyer" and his, " Adventures of Huckleberry Finn "...

To thee of beaming sun, virgin...

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Schvitzing for more'n sixty hours without electricity
(visit https://www.aol.com/?ncid=
crosssellusaolc00000003 - for further details)

Courtesy rare derecho
killed four people
nearly forty eight hours ago
power outage affected more than
half a million people
in mid-Atlantic states.

Residents in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
(the poet's hometown)
smack dab...

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Last call for alcohol, embargo 
              on the cargo headed for Fargo? 
         ...

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Suns fading across this sky while the clouds weep to noone passin by,
 
And still I think of the days we made out of dignity, grace, and pain,

 and it never seems to speak the...

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I have tasted new lands as I’ve traveled this Earth,
would leave prejudice (often) with dust shoes pick up.
No, not loam like the Dust Bowl knew (God knows our shame),
the clear-cutting of forests, Paul Bunyan (with...

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A Dedication To He That This Old Poet Truly Admires

Hardened was his sad heart when a mere lad-
 Never a kind word, all seemed very bad-
Born a true and strong athlete to behold
 Into slavery...

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There once was a mule named Samson
He was as strong as he could be
He won all the strong mule contests
In the entire state of Tennessee

That old mule could pull anything
He even pulled a house or...

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Extra weight no longer a problem for shallow water, 
We bulked up for the next leg of our journey, 
Water containers, even some canned goods
An acceptable luxury in our seventeen foot canoe, 
A canvas topping...

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Here's the story of Paul Bunyan
But I'm gonna tell it my way
Some people probably won't like it
But I guess that'll be okay

Paul Bunyan wasn't really a giant
But he did have an ox named babe
Paul was...

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9/9/17


Don't f*****
Push my buttons

Really, really buzzin
Often high and drunken
Just trying to function
Stand in the way, and your ship will be sunken

No time for interruptions
If it is not about cash, end of discussion

Cold blooded
Leaving others gutted
Especially...

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My  mountain man was born in June.
He could do everything, even lasso the moon.
No problem was too big for him to undertake,
Even if it was a fixture that he had to make.

He was like...

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Thump, thump...thump, thump
Your heart beats with internal impediment
Making each breath a struggle.
I see your pain,  I feel your anguish,
I dearly love your determination to endure.

I can only imagine how difficult it is to
relinquish days...

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©2010 (Jim Sularz) 

Was it by chance or pure circumstance,
that the path I took, led me far out West? 
An island hop, a drifting castaway,
with treasured moments, of bygone yesterdays.

Where family, friends, who all grew...

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It's wonderful~how some women's 
shoes are delightful and feminine.
Yet women dress more and more
like men each day.
It's very sad in the USA, to watch
femininity quickly pass way.

Why wear pretty underwear inside
while dressing Paul Bunyan on...

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Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers Minnesota
Before Paul Bunyan flattened it
To resemble North Dakota.

Paul's blue ox Babe was equal to
Most anything he'd ask.
A job that takes machines today,
Babe found an easy task.

When Minnesota was...

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Pro Patria Mori

Missouri volunteers bit bullets, watched
as Santa Ana's baggage washed
their brazen hair, hip deep
in the Rio Grande.
The ancient river moved across the land
Like slow drool down a leather cheek.

Bang! Paul Bunyan's balls
rolled down the...

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