Long Westerns 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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I CAN’T BREATHE, I CAN’T BREATHE, I CAN’T BREATHE
WHY? WONT YOU TAKE YOUR KNEE OFF ME
These are the voices of victimized Blackman in the USA
WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD
Questions about, Police officer’s attitudes
Toward Black Americans, Protesters...

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+++++  TV TRAVELS  +++++
                  
Oh where, oh where shall I travel today
Maybe 1940's where life portrayed
In...

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A Pupil of Papua New Guinea 


I live in a village deep in the jungle 
And cross rivers on foot and by wooden boat
Westerns have come but have not taken our pride

Village men perform an...

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Listen my children 
and you shall hear
of the midnight ride
speeding greed will steer.

Just as our cooperative economy
is fueled by gratitude,
our competitive WinLose economy
is fueled by greed.

Other parallel points of contrast
ecologically and logically follow
in their own...

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It’s good to be a cowboy,
just ask my old friend Dane,
who spends his days riding
across the Texas plains,
working for a big ranch,
he cuts, lassos, and herds,
brings them in at round-up,
brands them all in turn.
Works out...

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It’s funny to look at creatives,
painters, writers, musicians and such,
look back across their bodies of work,
and laugh at how much of it is luck,
that things they put their whole soul into
now languish deep in obscurity,
while...

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Brought up from the womb of schooldays
Where memories still frames those mischief plays
Stuck with the thoughts of dreaming holly bolly babes
Comparing the beauties from among the best
The out and out gist, one surely misses those...

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Ah-The Cina-Ma


                            I love going to the movies...

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This place is tucked out of the way,
across river from the city,
most folks don’t even know it’s here,
and I suppose that’s a pity.

Maybe the truck-stop that it serves
is what drives some people away,
but their hash-browns...

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I was watching the TV the other day
When a certain Rerun began to play.
It brought me back to one of my brain's stifled bans
Because it was about Lucas McCain...the Rifleman.

All of a sudden I was...

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She loves me, maybe not
Behind silver, she’s shining 
We may not be allowed to engage but we've done it, 
With pride we've made it,
Forcefully, we've bonded. 
Let me trace the pace that we faced.
This is...

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They wonder what is going on
with all our men today,
why they seem unmotivated
and resigned to their fate,
what happened to the people who
stormed bloody Normandy,
that type of guy we never really see.

I think we must remember...

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I love big ranches, cows and am a boy
Guess that makes me a cowboy
I love women, whisky and wide open spaces
Hanging inside smoky bars and betting on horse races

All this i do to escape what...

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Neighborhood

Dawn rises touching the hilltop - new light swelling with the smell of coffee and bacon.  Eyes blink away the sandman’s residue, loud yawns like lions, footsteps in pj’s resound on staircases – breakfast...

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Pangie….


Adores Dirty Harry movies, his mouth 
like a wrench.
And he has no trouble finding,a most 
sexy wench!
Sticks to his principles, evil people have 
no chance.
Ah, but only if he were real, criminals could
stop their death...

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It seems that the truth is never quite square
it’s just a bit catywampus you see
All about the way that the cowboys lived
back in them old westerns on our TV

Them outlaws and sheriffs had old six...

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Old Cowboys, forts and shootouts
Black for bad and White for good
With a spinning canvas background
And cactus cutouts made of wood
The desert sits behind them
Fifty yards away at most
The heroes don't ride horses
They sip drinks and...

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Almost evening.
The smell of seaweed hanging
on whispers coming up from the beach.
I sit in the backyard, rearranging thoughts,
trying to fit shapes into what's missing 
in that vast mosaic I have been piecing 
together all my...

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I don't know, 
weather God speaks on English or not? 
But that is exceptionally important
for us  
learning as quickly as possible
this exellent tool
for business, global managment, 
human rights and honestly governing - 
for the...

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Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
And those old black and white movies
Some were cinematic disasters
But some you could call quite groovy

Even now, my heart skips a beat
When one appears on the late night screen
I choke...

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Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
And those old black and white movies
Some were cinematic disasters
But some you could call quite groovy

Even now, my heart skips a beat
When one appears on the late night screen
I choke...

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Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
And those old black and white movies
Some were cinematic disasters
But some you could call quite groovy

Even now, my heart skips a beat
When one appears on the late night screen
I choke...

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Turn the pages of a book
begin to read not just look
words speak to your mind
pictures and thoughts combine
Like a movie your eyes read
the story captures tantalizingly feeds
turn those pages absorbing more
being provoked, reading to explore
Wonders...

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In the 1960's the winds of change were blowing
As a generation came into its own
A feeling of revolution was growing
The seeds had already been sown

It was a time of hope and tears
Of the good the...

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