Long Tenderfoot Poems

This is, as indicated, the 1st THIRD of this lengthy poem. The 2nd and final thirds had to be posted separately due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations. No other way I could manage to make...

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© 2011 (by Jim Sularz)
(The true story of Frank Eaton – AKA “Pistol Pete”)


There’s a saying out West, know by gunslingers best,
that’ll deep six you in a knotty pine casket.
One you should never forget, lest...

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Clearing Out Old Growth
 
Last week I cleared some old growth, ‘parting’ (1) planted in my yard,
An Avocado tree you’d grown from ‘pit’ of eaten fruit.
Tree’s color for your living space! But pots do limit...

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He was eastern born in a small town.
And loved being out in the wild.
He fished, hunted, could track a deer down.
At the end of a good hunt, he just smiled.

But there was something not quite...

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Dreamin' with my eyes on these Montana skies
Blue as the plaid in my plum good shirt
I got the mitten by a beauty queen smitten
By a flannel mouthed tenderfoot from the Wyoming dirt

I’m just a waddie...

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I came to poetry a novice, a neophyte, a fledgling
oh sure, I had written as a child . . . 
but that was just the writing of a tenderfoot
as my life became more grievous and...

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I came to poetry a novice, a neophyte, a fledgling
oh sure, I had written as a child . . . 
but that was just the writing of a tenderfoot
as my life became more grievous and...

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I for one can't help but wonder
how the Kid's life would have turned out, 
had he not lost his mother.
The one true individual in his life 
whom he loved devotedly like no other
and so too...

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One has to wonder
how the Kid's life would have turned out, had he not lost his mother.
The one true individual in his life whom he loved devotedly like no other
and so too was her love...

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The Tenderfoot And Nasty

 
“Well, lookey here !” Bob said with glee
 “We’ve got a tenderfoot !
 He’s got this brand new gear , you see
 He don’t know where to put ”
 
“He says...

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Fifty years ago this December, I was taken to the nearby foothills, by the scout leader and his right hand helper, to complete part of the tenderfoot test.  It involved successfully tracking the two of...

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Leaves no longer held-aloft by their deciduous vaults
Clutter gutters and breezily sweep streets and rest 
On right and left road sides, bright and red. 
Tunnels formed by old trees meeting arc
Across city-streets and campus-sidewalks.

The bright...

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L ynn is how my name’s pronounced
I ntegrity and imagination the ideals
N otably nostalgic on occasion
E clectic maybe even a little eccentric

M otivated by a playful muse
O pen-minded at times obstinate
N o fancy pseudo nom...

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Fantasies of a Lovers Corral invaded my mind
Pronounced reality I could no longer find
I didn’t know, one could be turned on so much
It was just my tenderfoot that he did touch
Forbidden thoughts excited even the...

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Fondly I list of unrecantable dreams,
Casualty to my nature, subdued as a tenderfoot.
As though only few suns had passed by me.
Unrevealed, I gaze apon my beloveds image,
Craving those neptune eyes to consign my soul to...

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As I remember my quondam days,
I contemplate, I ruminate,
The musings of the bygone time,
Cleaves my heart apart,
With a sharp twinge.

I was tenderfoot, budding,
blossoming.
A bit naive, obtuse,
Savored euphoria in everything.

Being born under a lucky star,
In the...

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The wild, wild, west he shot his last gun,
the big bad felon that thought he had won.

His boots are now kicking his big toes,
He's left a trail of nowhere to go.

The dusty road has all...

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Sunny days

This is a beautiful warm day after a cold night
I chanced it and went for a walk to the woods
the track was now widened for cars.
The pace ended abruptly by an iron fence.
I could...

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She wandered like a gypsy to Wyoming,
Where she settled in and sojourned for a spell.
She found herself a billet at the Hog Ranch,
And son, there weren’t no high-tone clientele.
It was just a soiled dove’s privy...

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He is outstandingly out-of-bounds 
asserted the outlandishly outspoken outlaw
He can outshoot, outtrump and outride you.
He is outrageously outranked, the tenderfoot replied.

But he did feel outsparkled and outvalued.
And a little bit on the outs...
The outsized outsister...

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words form in a flurry
bleeding saccharine too too much 
all the crushed kaleidoscope colours
signature pastels and sparkling vibrants, 
a tenderfoot cherry, with little of life yet to go by, 
still art, that one is full...

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