Put up or shut up time
Has crept up upon thee,
And it's your time to shine.
On your mark, get set, go!
Everything's on the line
Put up or shut up time;
Mouth off no excuses,
You must fully commit.
Do you have what it takes?
How bad do you want it?
Put up or shut up time.
Vroom, rev up your engine;
Off to the races, friend.
Show em' what you're made of;
See it through to the end.
Put up or shut up time.
You go big or go home.
You're through talking the talk.
It's the moment of truth,
You must now walk the walk!
My friend Lee, Valentine woman, posed for magazine photos
The photographer was awarded a national honor for them
She was recognized on the street now,
Lee was a shy woman, who was now wearing sunglasses
Think you’re all that huh? Asked someone who did not know her at all.
I wanted to stand up for her, but she put up an arm to stop me.
Lee knows me well. I jump off cliffs into packs of wild coyotes for friends.
Ridden Hard, Put Up Wet
Worn down landscape
Ridden hard and put up wet over eons of time.
Buttes interspersed with ravines and wadis,
Vast irregular symmetry.
Clumps of purple blue green sage
To have been seen by the riders of olden times.
Clusters scattered randomly.
A patchwork without design
Covering endlessly to the horizon
Intermingled with beef and horse.
The buttes come in irregular waves of shapes and sizes.
Conical breasts sprung up in ridges,
Or sometimes alone at the sky line.
Isolated flat tops
Or long Capetown table mountains;
African ant hill shapes,
Crenulated with skirts of vertical old rivulet stripes.
The overstory of bare hard scrabble thin land
Draped to the side of the ravines
Exposing the layers of understory limestone below.
Sentinel wood line posts, strong with wire, guard the narrow highway
That rolls with the landscape.
Occasional cotton wood ribbons
Crosses the roadway over the sign ‘Dry Run Creek’ which still remains dry until the rain comes.
All this
Served under the banner of blue sky
Shredded with a mare’s tail wisp of clouds
7/13/2020
Possibly Put Up With It
How could anyone ever put up with it,
And what we really do want to admit,
While thinking;
Heart sinking;
Leave Trump behind and we must quit.
Seems to be name of the game. Either
you quit or end up getting fired when
Trump does not like you or what you
are doing.
Jim Horn
We are poor
Writers and poets
We often offer
Merely words
At put up words
Bad if too old
Fire up
Love
Lord
HUMAN BEINGS MAN...don't tell me it was necessary!
Couple hundred thousand people obliterated in a few seconds is beyond the realms of scary.
Truman you musta' been sniffin' glue man...you know you didn't need to do it.
I can hear ya' today giving the A-ok to the Enola Gay, "Kill 'em all...men screw it!"
And not only did you pull it once, but you saw the need to do it twice.
It wasn't like the "Little Boy" you deployed landed in a field of rice
No sir, ya' went and sent the "Fat Man" to devastate the city of Nagasaki even faster!
Just three days after the blaze reeking disaster plaster casting Hiroshima in disaster!
Now before ya' good old boys start raisin' yir' voice about December Seven!
Ramblin' off at the mouth racist claims and who is or isn't gonna be in heaven.
Half a century to think about whether or not two wrongs makes a right.
and ya' still can't see the sin in bringin' NUKES instead puttin' two dukes up in the fight?
Are you kidding me? Someone please tell me the rationale in evaporating innocent women and babies.
when the question arises of taking harmless family's lives....the answer is NO...no IFS, ANDS, or MAYBES!