Long Santa fe Poems

The sun was rising high in the east over the town of Milton creek
It was the eighteenth day of December, the start of Christmas week
All the store fronts were decorated; it was a colourful sight...

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It was still quite dark in Milton Creek, and it had just gone four
When Tom arrived at the sheriff's office, and knocked on his door
The Sheriff quickly opened up and beckoned Tom, to come inside
They...

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The sun had just risen over town, it was a beautiful morning
And outside Baker's new Bakery, a long queue was forming
The aroma of fresh baking was lingering in the morning air
Words alone cannot describe it;...

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I'd just checked out of a hotel in the town of Santa Fe 
Went to the store to collect supplies and went on my way
I was heading for the gold rush in the state of...

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The sun was rising over Milton Creek, heralding the start of a new day
Two new residents were due in town, on the noon train from Santa Fe
William (Bill) and Sara Baker, both renowned as skilled...

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Words tell a story
But tears make those words supernova
I'm here to listen
I told ya
And Friday you took my ears and poured 
Poured out every content and drop
And I know there's more 
At 3clock you ddnt...

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America
I´m here to bring you
What you don´t need
Another heartfelt poem
Another heartsick plea
Worth less than
Chewed gum
America I’m tapping
At your window
At 3 am
With a bag full of
Sour wine
And a shopping list
Of grievances
America wake up
It´s me and I...

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I said, “Take my hand, girl, let’s go for a ride.
You gotta choose soon, you gotta pick a side.
Pick me, the good, or pick them, the bad."
She said, "Babe, I pick you." That made me...

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Creative is the mind of this traveler
lost soul amungst the earth
given a second set of rules and standards 
since my day of birth 

not known for my talent 
tho art i do possess 
cause no...

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Carmena was born in Bolivia
but left that place at seventeen,
after three years of waiting for the chance
to live out an American dream.

When her folks finally got their green cards
they moved up into old Santa Fe,
Carmena...

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The Long Trail © by Trisha Sugarek

The Circle Heart brand on the wet rump rippled
as the horse shivered with exhaustion
the sun lost its battle with night and 
dropped behind the far peak

Chaparejos, worn thin and...

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Dedicated to a fine poet on soup, Lin Lane
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I shook hands with my brother and bade him farewell
Then set off on my journey away from this hell
Mexico I’d head for and buy a small farm
Meanwhile...

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Hurled into the desert by a beatnik pilot and dropped off just above nirvana.  I find myself in a peculiar yet remarkable position.  I am now alone.  I look out above the...

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In the sizzling sun, Miss Beulah took a run in her wedding shoes.
Her groom, Walter, waggled at the alter, propped up by booze.
When the preacher couldn't reach'er, Walter fell flat on his head. 
In rough...

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He roamed this raw land from mountain to sea,
Before the coming of barbed wire -
Longing for more than he found in the dust,
Much more than the muck and the mire.
She was standing in an open...

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In the middle of the river stood a bear all aquiver
In anticipation of his first meal of the Spring
Just a ways away was fisher man from Santa Fe
Who had sworn to bring his wife the...

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He rode in to Santa Fe one summer day on a broken-down, sweaty nag.
All he owned was the clothes on his back and the Bible in his saddle bag.
He wore a suit of black, an...

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"Hyar she comes!  The weekly stagecoach is a-comin' to old Santa Fe!"
The driver cracked his whip and blowed his klaxon to herald the way!

The weekly arrival of the stagecoach was cause fer raucous celebration!
The...

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WHO will IT be Each new DAY

Here is a list of things I want my
political candidate to have, be
and give to me this Christmas..

Who always will know what to say.
Who around with self or me...

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Well, here I sit a-sweatin' and a-thinkin' in the hoosegow in old Santa Fe.
In the glow of the settin' sun I see the hangin' tree jes' across the way.
Folks has come in their buckboards from...

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Well the house was rock & rolling,
and the dance floor was pulsating,
I had myself too many drinks,
then drank two or three more.
All the ladies, they were moving,
in tight clothes so scintillating,
one looked so hot I...

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Well, me and them rats polished off them chicken legs and I headed fer the door.
The sheriff handed me my 44s sayin, "Son, I don't wanna see you here no more!
Now git outta Santa Fe...

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Sleeping in the corner of a boxcar bound for Boulder 
Got a life I like to leave behind a love I'd like to keep.
With the River passing slowly through the desert night below me
The thunder...

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Back in the early 30's and 40's in Southern New Mexico
Was a traveling preacher watching over his herd
Never had a church like we know
He did a lot of his preaching where ever he would go
A...

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The man in black alit from the stagecoach that hot and sultry day.
With his hat he brushed dust from his suit as he surveyed old Santa Fe.
He pulled his hat down over his eyes as...

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