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I was working cattle with a crew a little south of Muleshoe,
When I watched a horse work with perfection and grace.
I said "pardon me gent, no offense is meant,
But your horse is the smartest thing on this place."
He broke out in a grin and scratched at his chin,
“Name is Bob, I'll tell you the story if you've the time."
I looked at the crew and said "We're about through,
You can tell me over tequila and lime."
"My grandpappy , Jason , was from the Permian Basin
And cowboy'd where it was dusty and hot.
And I'll tell you son when it's all said and done,
That bunch from Odessa was a hard gamblin’ lot
"Now three fingered Willy owned a stud and a filly
And played poker whenever he could.
One day Willy met Jason, from the Permian Basin,
And they locked in a game of seven card stud.
"Things had gone badly and Willy looked sadly
At the money he had left on the table.
He could ante it all, but couldn't raise or call,
So he offered the stud from his stable.
"Now the stud's name was Gyp, smart as a whip,
And he was standing just outside the door.
Willy treated him like dirt and hit him with a quirt,
So the thought of a new owner pleased Gyp for shore.
"And so there was Jason, from the Permian Basin,
Holding two Aces, two jacks, a Queen and a Four.
Willy wasn't saying which cards he was playing,
But Gyp could see three Kings through the door.
"He had to act fast if he was ever to get past
Being treated like an old worn out shoe.
He burst through the door, knocked the lamp on the foor
And nuzzled Jason as past him he flew.
"After Gyp was gone and the lights came back on,
Jason looked at the cards he was holdin'.
Gyp had given him a third Ace and he settled it in place,
And knew Willy would certainly be foldin'.
"So Gyp teamed with Jason from the Permian Basin,
And he sired many a colt in his time.
The one I am ridin', there just ain't no hidin,
Is as smart as Gyp was in his prime.
“How did Gyp get that Ace that he put into place?
I get asked that question wherever I go.
I think you'll agree that Gyp was smarter than me
So I always answer "How the hell should I know?' "
Well, I listened to the story in all of its glory
And drank my tequila with lime.
I live in Texas, it's true, and I think like you do,
Now I guess I've heard it all in my time!
August 26, 2016
For Contest Unhinged
JUST WRONG
Throughout my life’s journey, I chanced to see,
Many things to this day that bother me,
The things that chose the path of my destiny,
the path of life towards my Philanthropy
I saw at a grocery parking lot,
a young girl with an old lady, weather seething hot,
Swearing and belittling her own grandmother
a berating like I’ve never heard no other.
I saw a man mercilessly beating his dog,
Two policeman beating two black boys in a fog,
I saw in an abandoned parking lot,
Two parents stripping branches that they each had got,
Their teen daughter screamed out in the rear of their car,
As they both administered lashes and a life altering scar.
I saw a man teaching his 3 year old how to read,
His badgering comments spoken, made my heart bleed,
A black child in her classroom, smart as a whip,
Raising hands, trying to answer, yet constantly skipped,
And when overcome with dejection, hurtfully cried,
Seeing the favor upon the others her goddess teacher applied.
Scolded and made to feel she was a problem child,
Became jealous and disruptive and labeled wild.
I saw a tearful mother slapped by her child,
Fearfully tempered her voice pleading, all the whole while.
Seemingly entirely vacant of parental authority,
Asking her child’ “Please behave. You’re embarrassing me.”
These things and things alike, are all around,
indicative of a morale that is utterly cast down,
Our country spirals into a very dangerous spin,
As our society implodes by it’s poverties within,
Yet seemingly more powerful than money, political ability,
Leading our country into hatred and moral senility,
And the power of the stars, called celebrities,
Swaying all of America living, with heroic hypocrisies,
Yet the true heroes are struggling, and are underpaid,
And seem to be outnumbered by the media wave.
I just have to believe as in this life I go along,
That I am more than just a witness of what’s, just wrong.
Eldest Daughter Bore Fallout, Sans Brunt Marital Contention
An article posted in TIME Magazine
(VOL. 193 NO. 19 MAY 20 2019)
underscored_impact progeny keen
to experience when parents mean
with one another, badmouth, critique demean...
each other, asper yours truly and missus,
who only recently declared mutual
surrender, sans wedded compact that did careen
nearly capsizing in the process
no need for me to narrate, nor hex spleen
hostility snapping, crackling, and popping
(momma mia), which mutual did not
benefit thyself, or the Punim Holy Holstein
such incessant antagonism, a free and clean
break thee smart as a whip breathing August
emotionally distancing yourself into empyrean
realm (accompanied with emmanint stalwart beau)
aligned, destined, inclined... far beyond Euclidean
plane into multidimensional realm
two peas in a pod poised to earn green
allowing, enabling and providing
modus operandi to maximize placid Mediterranean
cyber sea prior to kickstarting, embarking,
anchoring...sub bastion of reciprocal love
a steely dan sing omnipotent bond, protein
requisite in order to beget offspring
privy to discerning, a mama and papa
expressing high fidelity, akin to king and queen
enamored by progeny (should such fate manifest),
thus clearly my ill treatment of the missus
a tautly wrought Gordian knotty skein
unwittingly entangling innocent babes,
particularly thee first born, who sought panacean
in tandem with minding gruelling academic
schedule, hence congratulations weathering
animosity, depravity (mine), insecurity...seen
heard, felt..., though nary magic wand to banish
opprobrious misdeeds indelible corrosion
deep in your impressionable subterranean
psyche, which loathsome impact undoable,
but...this papa doth care there
wren lies the rub, a bird den Hamlet
himself defied triangulated, vis a vis scalene.
Profile:
Name: Pinkee
Alias: Alias the Pinkster
Likes: Game's, Sponge Bob, Dancing
Height: Midget
WT: 35 lbs.
Age: only four (04)
Education: Smart as a Whip
Claim to fame: feel's no shame
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When I am feeling lonely
And feeling kind of blue
I count on my darling Pinkee
She will know what to do
------
Let's us play game's
That is what she would say
She love to kiss and hug
She sing's all day
------
She is a real character
Whether she is at work'
Or at play
I know that she is happy
So long as thing's are her way
------
She taught me the word
Ish-ca-duta
That mean's I just don't know
And if you ask me why
Then, I will tell you so
It's the Pinkster you know
She told me so
------
One day we made a song
Something that you might not
Want to miss
And then she gave me a little kiss
And it goes' a little
Something like this
-------
Wee Luv uhr Pin-kee
O'h yes wee do-oo-00
We wulve uhour pink-eey
I must be-ee true-uho-uho
------
Now, I know that I do Love her
And the baby she in mind
Their are so many thing's to do
Just so little time
------
I know that I love you
With heart body and soul
I know that the thing's
That you do for me
Make's me young and bold
-----
Her name is P-ink-ee
She is taught and she is tame
With-out her is this world
My world would never
Be the same
------
She is smart
She really knows' how
To play the game
On top of that
She knows' how to
Spell her name
------
My name is P-ink-ink-ee-ee
O'h, yes it is--s-is's
My name is Pink-yee
Have lot's of chee-ree-rs
-----
She is smart
Smart as a whip
Even when though
She is four
She always give
Me the slip...
If not, then
She will give me
A tip
------
And who can ask
For more
GF
******Note: ********
Her name is Faith Renee Wiggins -AKA- the {Pinkster}
loving male, natural of pleasure, quintessentially
rendered suitable to us via way ova our darling daughter.
tis the blessing of this average, contemplative damn
ejected flotsam globular human impish jokester kooky lamb
misunderstood nonestablishmentarian outlier praises quality ram
rod sterling stately treasured undergraduate, ventures wielding yawping zeal
asper near perfect synchronized
ventured capitalone bond to me doth appeal
twas thankful to seminal accomplishment
dearest Eden Liat exhibited
when smart as a whip per snapper abilities did congeal
witnessing passing each grade with flying colors -
electrifying mien kempf as if stung from Alaska Bull worm eel
I ask you to - just take in stride wordy way as sigh guide "sea legs" to feel
along murky medium, how to communicate élan which doth heal
this figurative war torn, self strafed, kamikaze buzz-feeding,
eventually fostered grimacing hangdog ilk insensate
blitzkrieg assailed middle aged married male - during his early decades
endured passivity, while peers viciously throve on me with hate
tread - pock marked psychological scars perforated
positive faith in self, only now I feel great,
whence untrammeled passion presumed murmured between themselves
when alone pondering their fate
two vibrant young adults appear especially well suited,
as two peas in a pod
a radiant ionic bond they plainly equate
(one comprising thee "star student" progeny),
supremely mature to date
and thee well groomed Emmanuel
dust blend harmonious with "Ode to Joy" ye create
such an idyllic sight engendering tears of happiness
buffer and shine each alphanumeric byte, NOT phishing for bait
most pleasing sight assuages psychic purposefulness,
Anorexia Nervosa once ate.
She speaks with fierceness towards her own self,
But never a bad word does she speak for another.
She is truly one, who is special and loved,
If only she would let herself discover.
She has a strength that is seen right to her soul.
She has a power to woo with her words, too.
She has quickly become a friend to all, here.
She is like all of us. She is even like you.
You may not know her, if to ever see her.
You may not even have known her name.
Know this, though, she feels she’s different,
But I know different, she is the same.
She’s got feelings just like us all.
She will bleed if she’s hurt and will scream out.
Yet, she still feels like she’s all so different,
But, there she knows not what she’s talking about.
Though smart as a whip and possesses one, too, (hehe)
She’s vocal and vibrant, now part of my world.
She’s very quick witted and therefore so funny
And I’m happy to call her a friend, this girl.
She weeps when she’s lonely and fears overcome,
She is just an old softy, you see.
Though, she may be rough on the exterior,
She’s every bit a woman and a friend to me.
So should you come to one day meet her
And get to know her, as you should,
Remember that she is a winner who
Can be your friend the best she could.
She is the one that would always help you.
She is the one who steps up to bat.
She is the one that offers encouragement.
She’s just so good and that is that!
>>>>>>>>>>>>Krista is my beautiful young niece you see,
She lives in a small fishing village down by the sea.
She has a daughter named Kaitlyn, who looks so fine,
Without a doubt, she is one of a kind.
She is as smart as a whip,
With a heart of gold.
She gets along great with her friends,
Not to shy, or not to bold.
Her teachers look forward to having her in class,
She is not like some kids, she completes her tasks.
Her mothers heart swells up with joy,
When she opens her report card, with marks so high.
I know she will grow up a smart young lady,
For she has been this way , ever since she was a baby.
But then she has a great roll model, a helper , a mother,
Maybe one day, a sister, or brother.
But for now though i am sure things are just fine,
Grand pa and Grand ma will help to tow the line.
She's a sweet young lady
Smart as a whip
Determined, and trustful too
As my ex-coworker
I got to know her through and through
We shared thousands of meals
And thousands of laughs
While this poor girl did all the work
I sat there, shameful, lazily like a jerk
Eating pretzels, reading my book
I'll never understand how she took
Such responsibility at such a young age
With school, and work, and more
Their's only one thing i'm sure of
This young lady I most adore
She's like the long wanted daughter
And best friend as well, you see
When I do something stupid (moi?)
She'll strongly chastise me
When she thinks I've been bibulous
(hey ,I snuck a $10 word in here!)
She'll ream my very soul
She's never very frivolous
She'll just dig me a new ___hole.( ha ha ha..oooow, that hurts!)
So darling Kim I tell you
How proud you've made me be
A Master's degree is coming!!!
Oh wow and woop woop wee!
I trust you won't get too, too smart
For me to understand
With brains like your's I know for sure
You'll have the upper hand!!
All my love, all my respect...
Keep on truck'en kiddo!!
You're the best!!!
tom the tramp (pretzelman)
Her story is one that needs to be told. Born in a poor family she was sent to work at a very young age. "Have you got any experience? asked Madame Jeanne she nodded then lied through her teeth," yes, of course, Qui " fifteen years of age and smart as a whip. She won 1st prize for an essay she wrote in school. Hiding her tears from her mom and dad, she soberly dropped out of school.
the poet's hands were tied
but her mind was not
she was determined
Late at night after a shower, lint free and bone tired she'd start working
on her novel. Here in this magical place of wander she was never scoffed nor told to put away her silly dreams.
an entity of hope
is a thing that floats
like a paper boat
One day she braved it and sent in her manuscript. The Editor knowing a
good thing when she saw it, gave Gloria her first chance. When she
received her very first check, she cried tears of joy.
all of this
because she believed ,
and never gave up
June 3, 2021
Sponsor Name: Kai Michael Neumann
Contest Name: The Poets Hands Are Tied
Yesterdays Child
Born on a Tuesday,
or maybe it was a Wednesday...
it really does not matter anymore.
The sun is white-hot,
and the dew is missing on the flowers.
Why are things not as they should be?
Growing up among the rocks,
treated like royalty,
both well dressed,
and hungry all the time.
Ultimately,
lost among the stuffed animals...
Yet...
or even so...
walking upright with perseverance,
among the toys that broke,
before they were taken,
out of the box...
for the first time.
First kiss, first date,
why do the clouds grow dark,
and why are there so many people at the table?
I don't know.
I have lost count of the guests,
and yet there is a single car out front,
a man waiting to go to,
or take someone back to...
or from the ball.
Smart as a whip, too hip to skip,
all things that come your way...
Maybe they will hurt you,
maybe they will not.
Life is full of lessons,
to teach...
the fox is not in a box,
the eggs are nearly never green,
and there is no ham to cook...
for dinner.
A. Foster, Ann Foster, Annette Foster