Long Skinning Poems

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Premium Member The West

The West

A gun, a holster, bullets…
A glass of whiskey and 
a ten-gallon hat.
A horse, a saddle, a bridle…
and bags to hold it all. 

Good guys, bad guys, 
sheriffs, and hoods. 
Shoot outs, long rides,
and even skinning hides…
just for a living. 

Heroes and villains…
Fought caught and hanged…!
Eternally glorified,
all around the world.

Cowboys of fame…
never refrain.
You are who you are… 
Spaghetti to hard sand, 
a rare, uniquely, promised land.

Deserts and high country, 
Indians and explorers…
Men of great pride!
Your word, your bond, 
Your story,
will last long. 
Forever.
© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.


Banana skin of spin Saffa Nirvana and Indian Manana


So where do we begin

The din of Indian chagrin

Subcontinent cardinal sin 

Forgot how to play spin

Incontinent rot no Ashwin

Saffas got under their skin!


So no Mo Shami or Ishant Sharma

Double whammy now not so jammy


What about Obama calmer karma

Back from Kolpak leader of pack

Is it Heaven or E17 got a stack

Right armer & mockney charmer


Winning grinning skinning spinning attack

Slaying & flaying while playing Simon Says

Avenge those tears from 10 years ago..revenge

Wicket farmer yep cheers Essex’s Mr Harmer


Remember Temba inspired fired the ember

First place won the race for the WTC mace

Dream team scheme everyone a member

And even without their gilded pace ace


No KG Rabada in the Saffa Jaffa Gaffer speed larder

Need 2 metre maneater Marco like Rafa to try harder


Latest greatest tyro narco pyro in the stellar fella Armada

Sneaky hoarder Marco Polo or cheeky marauder Hans Solo 

Tip top tourer run scorer tall all thriller no filler..Torquemada 

Raw pure southpaw land of the other hand flotilla of Jansen

Saffa’s new slick quick pillar..serial killer like Charles Manson


Let’s end where we did begin..Indian cupboard is rather bare

One savvy Ravi left.. bereft one pace pair with flair through the air

No Ashwin through thick & thin.. slipped on banana skin of spin

Another bish bash bosh whitewash after that Kiwi yippee nirvana

Can still hear the din within of that chagrin at the mandarins sins

Ire..greats retire entire empire on funeral pyre fire - Sinara it's Manana!

Premium Member Aw, Cmon Man

Aw, C’mon Man
Be honest With Me
(more idioms)
Composed: by Miracle Man
 4/12/2020

“Whatever greases your wagon” is fine with me,
but “don’t bite off more than you can chew”, first lick.
You may find things “harder than skinning a flea,”
or like “a poke in the eye with a sharp stick”

While you wish to appear “as tough as stewed skunk,”
your appearance to me is of “a sheep killing dog.”
You’re “all gurgle and no guts” thinking you're a hunk,
and think you’re as “handy as hip pockets on a hog.”

The coffee you drink “would raise a blister on a boot,”
and at paying time, “you’ve short arms and deep pockets.”
For the opinions of others “you don’t give a hoot,”
Your stature will probably “never rise like rockets.”

“You’re grinnin’ like a pig eatin’ persimmons” right now,
thinking “you’re finer than frog hair split four ways.”
You’ve never been inclined to “put your hand to the plow”
perhaps thinking “desires are nourished by delays?”
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

The Preacher Part 3

“It’s time,” she said in a deep throaty voice,
She picked him up and carried the preacher who had little choice,
He hung over her shoulder as she walked with ease,
Her blistering flesh when she touched him could be smelt on the breeze.

Now and then, she would let out a whimper from the pain,
However, a pain she was all too familiar with, she carried him to her ultimate gain.
She reached the old wooden building and opens the boor at the back,
The building housed the crowd as they parted once again for the man in black.

The people, stared shocked to see that he was alive,
Their mummers were as if it were bees in a beehive.
Then a man shouted, “His supposed to be dead, ho can this be?”
She lashed out slicing his neck, and he dropped like a freshly felled tree.

The crowd stirred into a panic and tried to smash down the door,
But, there was a powerful presence locked them in for the long awaited gore.
When their efforts of escape were fruitless, they turned to face the girl
Who’s flesh bubbled, and the stench caused many to hurl.

She dropped the preached on the elevated stage,
And clawed at her burning dead flesh like an animal enraged.
She shouted angrily in a deep throaty voice, “Who is in charge?”
A man walked toward the front, seven foot tall, muscular and large.

She flew through the air and gave him a talon embrace,
As she stuck a finger nails in his neck and gnawed off his face.
The crowd screamed some came to his aid, 
But eight died too in her deadly crusade. 

She walked slowly back to the front stage, 
“Who is in charge?” she screeched ever more so enraged.
She fell on her back and wriggled, screaming in pain,
Her body split in four forming creatures hideously insane.

The merciless creatures hungry and wild ,
Pared not a soul skinning man woman or child.
They left them skinless but alive, to slowly die a gruesome death, 
Then squelched through the blood cover floor toward the preacher who was next.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Tripping Skipping Lipping Lee

Tripping, skipping, lipping Lee. I’ve got a wart hog, you’re on my knee!
Spiking, liking, biking me, I’m going to travel, far as you can see.
Hopping, bopping, cropping, key. Fits in a door knob, bigger than me.
Smacking, tracking, fracking, we.  You are a he, I am a she.

Jumping, dumping, lumping, fee. Were you talking bad about me?
Laughing, cracking, graphing, gee.  Did you understand how to flee?
Skinning, skipping, hopping, see.  Where is that beautiful oak tree?
Leering, learning, licking, he.  What kind of woman would I be?


Hunting, bunting, breathing, she.  Bear hike cumberdash, knows Mr. Dee.
Shoving, loving, doving, bee.  From unknown places, now here with thee.
Wondering, thundering, gee.  Leave me now, go get some tea.
Jimmy, Whimmy, Limmy Lee. How much more fun can a rhyming poem be?

Revised: Jan 18, 2019          Contest: Rhyme Battle Xii
                                          Sponsor: Juli-Michelle
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Recalling a Time

Recalling a Time
Written: by Miracle Man
July 13, 2020

I’ve had days, when as a tree frog, I had no tree,
sometimes like a salmon I’ve had to swim upstream.
I recall a few days that were like skinning a flea,
and while comatose, heard Heavens choir in a dream.

I’ve been called hard headed and set in my ways,
and a “tough old bird” for what I’ve been through.
I’m just an old dog who’s seen a few tough days,
believing “tough times don’t last, tough/(blessed) people do.”


I’m a living witness/testimony to God’s power.
Doctors have told me that I shouldn’t be here,
referring to me as superman, the protected one, miracle man, even Lazarus. Unable to explain a sudden turn of events, they called it a miracle. But it’s never been about me- But God’s power.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member My Mortal Spring--

MY MORTAL SPRING--

My mortal spring, singing into the light.
I love the way you shine, brightly you call;
Invading my mind day and through the night;
Falling screams about the lighted fall;

Allow me to capture you able arch?
You are more busy, stable and cunning;
Soft clouds dull the dizzy flowers of March;
And the springtime has the fizzy skinning;

I shall embrace you catch you after the fall;
I love your kind blue skies, warm grounds and clouds;
Thinking of your dazed warm grounds fills my shrouds;
My love for you liken immortal calls;

Now I must away with an amazed heart;
Remember my raised words whilst we're apart; 

3/21/19
A Sonnet by James Edward Lee Sr
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member The Park

Saturday afternoon with a few moments to kill
Took a ride by the park up on Dutch Hill
My mind went back to a time and place
When I wore a little boy’s smile on my face
So much had changed since those innocent days
I drifted back through the years where a child plays
I played in the sandbox and rode the swing
Climbed the monkey bars in the Early Spring
I remembered church picnics and being there after dark
Playing cowboys and Indians with my friends in the park
We rode the sliding board and climbed in the trees
Spraining our ankles and skinning our knees
Sometimes we gazed at the stars while we lied on the ground
Or tried to see how fast we could push the merry go round
We learned from each other as we grew up back then
And drifted apart as we became women and men
We played from sun up until it was dark
The best years of our lives were spent at the park
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Earth's TidalRiver Day

Earth's tidal river day
on universal salvation display

This indigenously wise place
New England conventional space
ebbs without yesterday
flows within today

Building forest skills
industriously clear-cutting slack
of co-infested character

Puritan souls
submerging and swelling
wild native nakedness enslaved

Merged with dark
thick-skinning 
self-immolating 
magic aboriginal music roots 
satiating muse suffered bliss

Yankee hard hearts 
confederating comfort's freedoms
idolizing golden age 
peaceful privileged ideation

Integrity 
accessible to each secular body's intricacy
and all mind full 
empty sacred elegance

Empowering fertile core soul passion 
swollen fecund pastures
swamping pleasant birdsong light

EarthTribe's salvific natural spirits
of surf-songed sight.

Googling

Hanging out new to the scene
So often wonder what it means
As I sit in front of the worlds screen
Started in on ...Googling

I typed in a single word
Pressed enter for the Google search
Took me down the path absurd
Where all the lines were blurred  

From there I ventured off the path
Wish I'd known there's no turning back
Marveled at the knowledge that I lack
Like how to whittle your own baseball bat

Just in case you're wondering
Midgets don't melt in the rain
Who doesn't think that that's insane
As I dive deeper into Googling

The art of bathing a Hindu rat
Skinning a two headed Siamese cat
The taking of the perfect nap
Standing up while keeping your lap intact

How to delicately pierce a Rhino's ear
Dressing up then down a deer
50 different ways a man can cheer
While toasting his favorite Micro beer

Abstract art using cotton balls
How to paint between the lines on a paisley walls
Teaching Yankees how the South says ya'll
Lost episodes of the show called Lost

Food served up on the worlds menus
Even specialties from Timbuktu
Why the sea is green and the sky is blue
As my googling madness continues

More art work this time with the jam of toes
How to pick your friends but never your friends nose
Cleaning of the house without a stitch of clothes
The whole time being careful with the vacuum hose 

80's Hairbands I used to like
That now know what bald feels like
Making a homemade Hindenburg kite
One that lands this time

How to handle midlife like a man
Taking a survey of what you could have been
Raising Spider Monkey's  in the comfort of your den
As I keep on Googling

I now find myself Googling out in front 
As I'm Googling behind
Googling up as I'm Googling down
Google left and  Google right
I've learned how to gargle Google 
That's a well known Google fact
And if you don't believe me
You can to Google that
MH

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