Lyn Poems - Poems about Lyn

you haffa come jake, rodeo won’t be fun without yew. I’m sorta gonna help with the wrangl’n. Jake coulda gone, but he wanted to see Sally new dance hall girl that worked in the big saloon musta made six excuses, lotsa them I gotta meet Bob he lied Don’t wanna try for the silver belt buckle? Jake shoulda gone rodeoing. who knew Sally...

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Scarlet the Harlot teases and torments matador man name of Lyn. A stuck bull is less wild, but he ignores the advice of friends and kin, You cannot be serious, they say, she is a cougar and teases us all. Lyn cannot help it, he loves who he loves, and he loves Scarlet doll. So, he chases and flirts,...

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Her moonchild ballad so heartfelt and warm the voice of an angel, lifting my heart I am captivated and intrigued my imagination parades through meadows and mountains she is singing in a language I do not know yet my soul understands completely There is a tenderness that is precious A bit of a lament, a love poem She is singing to her...

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Its hard to be happy Hard to be me Finding out who I am is impossible to the pressure of smarts and immortality "we live forever" a lie told by us TO US The bull we pull just to feel less depressed and lost within How do you feel? Being told your gonna die? Does it hurt? We are young Not yet strong...

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You were different every day I knew you you never bored or disappointed me never failed to interest, thrill, excite and all of that time you were never anything but who you are. For me you were everything you could be. And I could only love you....

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the draw to you is untenable, unformed yet perpetual, tentatively checked, indirect, corrected... irreversibly defined. and this distance is appreciable, pining, yet unspeakable, wandering dazed and crazed, directed... unrequited but aligned...

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...Have occasioned I think to have been decor- rating The Tree, it's piney quills & tines dressing in glassy festoons weightless baubles of tins-led Christmas-candy colors, like porcelain fragile-fine, hooked canes & dangled barber-pole-paean peppermint-stick Memories of savored hangon trinkets & heirlooms looming like a twinkling tapestry 'round wreaths of snowy popped-corn dangling - "No, darlings, that's...

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