Long Roughneck Poems

Oklahoma cowboy, tough coal miner’s son
Born in Henryetta, south of Tulsa some
Raised by daddy’s momma, taught him wrong from right
Daddy taught him ropin’, taught him how to fight
 
Herding made no money, its stock was...

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‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the bay
Not a soldier was stirring in the hall or the way.
The clothes were all hung in the lockers with care
In hopes that the I. G. soon...

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The American Way

In every neighborhood
There are problems that arise.
Some never get resolved
No one that fact denies.

However:  the other day
A big story was in our paper.
Of a group of upset neighbors
Pulled off a “real-estate” caper....

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His old hands were calloused from all the many years of work and toil.
   His life seemed to be his work and the never ending search for oil.
Seven days a week with no...

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You marketing types love us.
Blue all over, fear of nothing a man can throw,
Quick to bow down when the boss come by...
not the one paying me...., 
but the one who rules my roost. 

Day breaks...

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Life in Three Sands is very simple. 
There are those here for the oil 
And those that stay for the booze, games, and women. 

But things have begun to change. 
A new layer of sand...

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I saw an old man with a hard hat on
Walkin' down the road as the sky turned dawn.
I said, "Howdy Bub, where you headed to?"
He said, "Don't much matter - just west will do.
I been...

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I worked on drilling rigs for the better part of thirty years.
   I sweated buckets of sweat while my wife cried barrels of tears.
The work was seldom easy and to say it was...

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If I must die, let it be before the break of dawn
When peace and stillness sway in people, homes, and places
When earsplitting music in alcohol selling places, cease
When even the foul and abusive drunks have...

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Hippy, could I say? Or rogue, rascal or roughneck?
Who, his and lives of others, does knowingly wreck; 
These are 'born with a silver spoon in the mouth', sure,
In their mind and heart, yet, are these...

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Feedback - flight or fight – it’s due to enzymes.
God put it in our brain, safeguard for crimes;
fear is normal, a good thing many times.

Facts fog up when fear uses its strong-arm. 
What is meant...

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My daddy was a roughneck and he worked the oil patch.
He ate his eggs and biscuits that my mommy made from scratch.
Pies and cakes and everything from scratch was always made.
That was the best, the...

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I remember the first day
I tell you that i love you,
When i tell you that i will
Always be on your side,
Actually i wasn't lying to you

I remember the second the day
I tell you that you...

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