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Michael Landon

Actor and filmmaker, Michael Landon -
his shows were addictions folks couldn’t abandon!
As a javelin thrower, he could have gone far.
Once injured, he changed paths and became a TV star.

On “Bonanza” he played Little Joe.
It was such a great family show.
Among brothers three,
the cutest was he.
They were ranchers (if you didn’t know).

All his life, he had struggles, but Michael persevered.
Twenty-two times on TV guide’s cover, he appeared.
On “Little House on the Prairie,” he was a loving dad
just like in real life! His death from cancer made me feel sad.

Vanished

Facing global warming and climate change;
many species will vanish from the Earth.
Most don't seem concerned, and I find that strange;
being tethered to this planet from birth.

Whales might never swim our oceans again;
reefs are dying and may never return.
And we will lose vital links in life's chain
when the glaciers melt and the forests burn.

Tigers, jaguars, panthers, and leopards,
all the endangered cats, will disappear.
They'll die off, killed by ranchers and shepherds,
and their numbers are decreasing each year.

In seas where bottom trawlers aren't banished;
like a magician, Nature has vanished.

'tiz 'bout tit's

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           once ya know
              I stayed 
             in Nevada

                rough
              feminine 
                tough

              ranchers

                  yet
            soft I found
                 their
                 love

I wanted to talk about their 
                 grit
                 they
                theirn
                  t!ts

Song of The Red Wolf No 8: ABAB

Chinese medicine, thus hope is reduced,
albeit, it doesn't apply to Red Wolf.
Canis rufus, a deep southerner roost,
with southern hospitality, aloof,
unlike others of their kind. Family
oriented, bone structure limits brain
size ... small, seventy-five pounds ... tactfully,
per agility, standard weight. Ingrain
habits, eventually, were for naught
as they became extinct in the wild, when
local ranchers had mauls on their livestock,
they were rounded-up and confined. It's been
during World War II days. They've been restored,
it's back to the wilds, for the unexplored.

The Dingo Kid

Beware of the dingo and watch out for your goat,
he hates our current leader, but is unable to vote.
He’s been doing hard time for relations with a horse,
he finally escaped but then he was caught, of course.

Back to Yuma he will go in a red dress and cuffs,
sleeveless I might add as he huffs and puffs.
He’s pretty sneaky this dingo and he’s fond of our landscape,
if he catches wind of your sheep he might try to escape.

I pray Terry and Dave keep a close eye on this chap
the dingo is not picky about what he puts on his lap.
He’s a menace to ranchers and all animals in town,
even in the car park, on the low he is down.

The good folk in Milton Creek will surely watch for his return,
this dingo is full of disease and spreads a rash that will burn.
Don’t try to be a hero, if you hear him talking rough,
he’s been working his fingers and he was born keyboard tough.

Eronel

I’m busy as a bus.
Ten hours on the telephone, research resources,
school staff, counsel clients.
Some sleep.
Then invite Lorraine downtown, the lovely loyal
secretary, to hear jammin jazz crew. By taxi tonight,
sans subway.
I’ve never been to this joint before
but admire the women in their dresses and makeup.
In New York, they smell wild. Elsewhere
women are ranchers and gardeners.
We find a small table in the crowd,
order drinks. The band is four young black men.
Lorraine is black too, by the by.
We get up to dance and I leave my cowboy boots
under the table. I’ve always enjoyed
the way Lorraine puts her arms around me.
I’m the oldest cat in the club
which is frightening
since just fifteen years ago I was the youngest.
I wink at the trumpet player with my fairly abandoned mien
who comes over to our table between sets.
He likes Lorraine. They jukebox it.
She falls in love.

Tv Cowboy

He rode his horse side saddle
Across the rolling plains
Scarlet polished finger nails
Gripping diamantéd reins
A little cocktail hat 
Resting on his head
Dingly dangly earrings
Sparkling ruby red.

This dandy of the cowboys
Dressed to impress one and all
Showing off his finery 
On route to the Ranchers Ball.
Beneath his jeans he wore
Briefs, suspenders and a bra.
He’d baulked at a girdle as being
Just that one step too far.

Tonight was the Ranchers’ Ball
So what better chance 
To show off his finery in 
The ladies excuse me dance.
He was tough and he was macho
With no more need to impress
No more need to conceal 
He need wear a lady’s dress.

And any of his workmates
Who laughed at that right
Had better be good and ready 
To beat him in fair fight. 
His heart pounded with pleasure
He wanted to scream and shout 
This was a changing world " 
Tonight he was coming out.

Crisp Nights, Heavy Dew

Crisp nights, heavy dew, coming soon
Smoke trail of swallows southward fly
Fruit boughs droop under harvest moon
Corn towers up to touch the sky 

Fall speckles in the trees on high
Crisp nights, heavy dew, coming soon
Fat melons ready for reaping nigh
Chill spooks asylum of common loon

Not one hundred by afternoon
Imperceptibly shorter day
Crisp nights, heavy dew, coming soon
Ranchers bailing last cut of hay

Back to school--holiday can't stay
Football practice all afternoon
Prettiest birds all fly away
Crisp nights, heavy dew, coming soon

 Hint of Autumn Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh 
Entered August 17, 2022

Ten Thousand

10,000

The cows are all dead. 
They died in the heat, 
or so they said. 
I feel sorry for the cows, 
but more sorry for the farmers, 
the ranchers, 
the processors, 
the packers, 
the truckers, 
the factory works, 
the wholesale and retail people... 
The store, 
the grocery workers, 
the meat men, (the butchers)
and you... 
me... 
us. 

In two years... 
twenty-two food-related companies, 
have been burned up, 
burned down, 
flooded out, 
and hit by planes. 
Yes, 
two planes. 
Two different sites. 

When I used to stay with my grandmother, 
in the hot summers of Arizona... 
It was hard to go outside at times. 
She bought me books to read, 
and paint by number... color sets. 
It did not take long to see, 
if you used all the right shades, 
in the right order... 
that pigment does not lie.  
There was a pattern. (always)
Even at six, 
it was plain to see. 

Things are much clearer than before, 
there is evil at the door.

Frontier Days

Fort Worth to El Paso, a long stretch of tracks
Deputies securing Wells Fargo money sacks,
With reins in hand, stagecoach en route
Jessie’s gang kicks dust, chasing the loot.

Oil lamps hanging on the tavern’s post
Saloons filled with men who drink the most. 
Split rails and troughs in make shift corrals
Mask men flee, hiding in many locales.

Posse of six saddle up to chase
Jessie’s gang leading the pace
Wanted posters hung on banks and stables
A round of whiskey lies on saloon tables.

Colt 45’s rest on the long wooden bar
Ranchers arriving soon from Omaha.
Rustler’s rope up a head of cattle
Rifle on the side, rope loops on the saddle. 

Looters grab the bags, each one rides a mustang
Two gunslingers jailed, one will hang
Conductor steps out, train whistle blows
“all aboard”,  wheels turn, white smoke blows,

Across the plains and over the notch
Riders travel with flasks of scotch.
Straight beaten paths and dusty trails
Someday those will be wild western tales.

Candy Castle

A candy castle so tasty and sweet
made out of the most delectable treats.

Peppermint domes that swirl red and white,
glisten and shine in the the glorious light.

Licorice steeples, to the sky they ascend.
with Fruit rolls ups as flags flapping in the wind. 

The drawbridge is made of warm gingerbread,
suspended by Twizzlers of cherry red.

Toffee and brittle are the bricks that make up the structure
Painted with icing of contrasting colors.

Frosting fastens the gumdrop shingles in place
making the roof sparkle with crystallized sugar lace.

A lollipop wreath hangs on the chocolate bar door,
whip cream and cherries top the decor. 

Jolly ranchers are the windows that do reside.
A rainbow tinted world can be viewed from inside.

The palace is surrounded by a gentle chocolate stream
Where marshmallow peeps like to float on and dream.

Modern Trees

While flying over the lush patchwork fields
Crops growing to feed mankind with their yields
Neatly lined with trees for a bit of shade
Their patterns by ranchers and farmers laid.

‘Twas harder and harder to make a buck
Then industry arrived, brought them some luck
Give us some of your land on that high hill
We will capture the wind, lower your bill.

But then came more and more of the towers
And soon the farmers lost all their powers
Were these to be the trees of the future?
No green leaves, just hard blades the wind to stir.

No shade for the cattle, or singing bird
Only whirring the of wind to be heard…

A New Kind of Tree

While flying over the lush patchwork fields
Crops growing to feed mankind with their yields
Neatly lined with trees for a bit of shade
Their patterns by ranchers and farmers laid.

‘Twas harder and harder to make a buck
Then industry arrived, brought them some luck
Give us some of your land on that high hill
We will capture the wind, lower your bill.

But then came more and more of the towers
And soon the farmers lost all their powers
Were these to be the trees of the future?
No green leaves, just hard blades the wind to stir.

No shade for the cattle, or singing bird
Only whirring the of wind to be heard…

The Peace Process

The Peace Process 
I don’t know where I`m going with this 
but there is peace in Colombia, the Marxist rebels lost
and their sexy women soldiers in green fatigue and
weapons in arms will hand it all in for fashion  magazines 
Hair- dressing salons and babies in arms. 
For women, a change from war to peace is easy to make
it will be worse for men who feel inferior without guns.
If Texas as an example had been a gun free zone you would
have ended up with tall queens as cowhands, 
or what do I know left their oil wells and gone to Montana

So why did the Marxist lose, cocaine I think more economical 
beneficial, cash in hands better than a Marxist  bible on the roof
 28 years of peace the political parties in Colombia will have
no consensus as the blamed is car mechanics or ranchers 
Everything is possible from the first female president in Colombia
or and openly gay governor in Texas.
Festive dresses and bulls with flowers on horns will be marching
 down the Avenue in Houston.

Thirst-Quenching June

blessed month
   rains shower myriad
      ranchers lust it most

06.27.16

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