Long Smokehouse Poems

Each sacred RightBrain
is one of many DNA-RNA scripted WiseElders.

RightBrain's first Word for perfectly humane,
energy or nutrition,
depends on exterior or interior perspective,
resonantly compatible with emergent LeftBrain ego-strength
as also Sacred RightBrain EcoFlow
of Energy's Nutrition.

What pre-millennially grew YangPatriarchal
outpaced...

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Don't you see?  Little Lamb!  
What the greedy wolves have done... 
Tagged and bagged the followers, they stray but they can't run
Put them in the line-up so the biggest sheep can choose
Which ewe...

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Delta Dirt
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IT HUNG IN THE SMOKEHOUSE FOR YEARS ON END,
JUST AN OLD BLACK COAT THAT NO ONE WOULD MEND.
THE LAST ONE TO WEAR IT WORE IT IN DEATH,
HE HAD IT ON WHEN HE BREATHED HIS LAST...

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Meat in my smokehouse a bit light,
With the weather about right,
One morning at first light,
I headed to buzzard roost hollow,
A leash on Brownie’s collar,

But Brownie went crazy as a goose,
When I turn him loose,
My worse...

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What the Wind Blew in

Fixin’ to get mighty cold he said, 
As he laid down an arm full of wood and straightened the cap back on his head.
Y’all makes yourselves to home whilst I puts...

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Fort Clatsop is up and true,
50 feet square, with a smokehouse, pallisades, barracks and two gateways
furnished from the aromatic and reliable wood of the great Fir trees,
we keep busy by scraping elk hides for clothes,...

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Three kids to a bed, two beds to a room, three 
rooms crowded with flannel long johns and wool 
socks. If I was lucky enough maybe they had only 
been worn by two or three...

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It was just an old smokehouse out near Gravel Switch
The boards are all tattered, the roofs at a pitch
But this tattered old smokehouse out near Gravel Switch
Is so full of memories, my heart starts to...

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For all who have been wondering
I'm from the hills of Tennessee
I was raised a country boy
And as hillbilly as can be

My bathroom was an outhouse
And I lived on an old dirt road
We had no running...

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Jealous Jillian meets zealous Philip at Arby’s.
With ONE green eye she spies his double-order curly fries,
No FUN when his French dip starts to drip on her Barbies.

She cleans them off and leans close in to...

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Ariana shrugged facing Josh’s mocking clap
the stringy harmonica rang acrobatically on the streetlights. 
He handed her a firebomb, 
eyes sharp as vinegar. 
They ran across the hot asphalt, 
watching the brass kite rise. 
Both caught...

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Ariana shrugged facing Josh’s mocking clap
the stringy harmonica rang acrobatically on the streetlights. 
He handed her a firebomb, 
eyes sharp as vinegar. 
They ran across the hot asphalt, 
watching the brass kite rise. 
Both caught...

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