Global warming steams at full speed -
Bikini line seems to recede,
The trendy touch speaks
Volumes of bare cheeks -
The climate gets hotter indeed!
deer munch on branches
chickens run wild through yard
husband streaks through house
Letting up
provides
the tightest
grip
Creating
space for
credence
to stick
Room
to wander
room
to grow
Space
when sacred
truth
— to know
(Deamsleep: January, 2024)
moving mystic view
mountain range accompanying
plains praises God high
Oh, my Red-Crested Cardinal Range
You have made me want to change.
To love the shrubs, grass and trees
To love the foxes and the bees.
The sky is blue, the clouds are fast
Oh, how I wish this moment would last.
The tides are running early and late.
I think that this should be fate.
How does the water look like glass?
how are the days fast when they pass?
how do the owls stay up all night?
If I were like you, I know I'd feel right.
Oh, my Red-Crested Cardinal Range
Thank you for helping me change.
That sandy blond hair, those sky blue eyes.
That smile that made everyone woman sigh.
You captured the essence of that era with such style and grace,
So perfect in that role no one will ever be able to take your place.
All those years every week you came into our homes,
You gave us joy , and sometimes tears but it felt you belonged.
Though you're gone from us now but where ever your spirit may roam,
You'll always head back to Shiloh for it's where you felt at home.
You live in reruns and in our memories,
We thank you for giving us so many of these.
Though you did so many other parts,
This is the role that will always stand out in our hearts.
I can close my eyes and still see you riding the range,
And that's how I'll always see you and that will never change.
With a smile and a wave you're off again.
Across the Shiloh range Trampas rides again.
Death Of The Old Cowboy On The Lonesome Range
Ravenous wolf pack, ripping and tearing
red-stain bloody meat from his dead horse flank
much better the dead horse than me he thought
as he looked up at hot sun glaring.
Dreaming now, his beautiful gal holding tight
aching head laid in her luxurious lap
mused what sorry cowboy sight this is
an old cowboy sho gonna die tonight.
Then waking again, he was fine alright
that June morn was sure so fine to behold
again that pretty gal rushed to him
saying, dear cowboy ain't you such good sight.
Sleep, a gentler sleep all he would need.
Asleep he fell and then to death he bleeds.
Robert J. Lindley, sonnet
April 2nd, 1971
Note- This has been written after my watching
the cowboy save the pretty girl, but then he died
from fighting of Apache braves for two days.
His guns empty, his heart and dreams took over
to ease him beyond the deep purple veil.
There’s only so many ways I can write a song
about a cowboy riding his horse cross the range
Are there any new words I can use to describe
the rugged mountains that tower over the plains
What else can I say about them icy cold rivers
that rapidly flows down from a snow covered peak
Or the beauty of a simple life just living
in a line shack right next to a slow running creek
To tell you the feeling after a hard days ride
the warmth of the camp roll that I made for a bed
The sight of a full moon rising over the hill
the cattle standing still and my belly well fed
Is there another way to express how I feel
bout all them stars a shinin' up there in the sky
Or about how nature lulls me to sleep each night
with the howl of a coyote or a night hawk’s cry
How many more stanzas can it possibly take
until you understand what a glorious sight
Seeing all them old cowboys that you call your friend
telling jokes and stories round the campfire at night
Heck, I suppose it don't matter what rhymes I use
or trying to find some new words for me to give
You ain't never gonna know lest you come out here
to the tall grass and live the way the cowboys live
I was much involved in this thing.
You mustn’t forget that at all.
So, you stop arguing with me:
For another time your challenge…
Easy to enter fighters’ ring,
Their curses picked in far-flung hall,
In all eardrums stings of a bee;
Ignored restraint seeks its revenge!
Hand pushes to begin a swing,
Sometimes, a quest for quick home call;
Slashing anther throat is free;
Whoever mercy shows quite strange…
“Not unheard-of to life just fling
Some Saul had done it; also Paul
Better than being hanged on a tree
Between both of them a wide range.”
Now, what true laurel does it bring,
Does it the quite short make quite tall?
One is hurt Normal Man would flee
Some passions mutely ask for change…
Free-Range Limericks Redux
My free-range limericks are light
They will not keep you up at night
You won't find tawdry
Anything naughty
In my universe, they're just right!
5/13/2023
Poetry form: Free-Range Limerick
This is my second limerick that refers to my work in progress, Free-Range Limericks, on wattpad.com. To date, I have posted 25 limericks. They are free-range because they can roam freely outdoors, making them loads of laughs and full of fun; and they're also antibiotic and gluten-free. In my universe, they're just right!
There in *SIERRA PELADA *
all that glitters is gold..
if not on the SOIL, but
in the golden toothed mouth
of Mr. Jose Rich Coe'... !
PS Serra pelada mountain MINING in Brazil
Here Is God's Mountain Range
We Go, And Say;
January, February, March, April, May!
All Along The Journey, It's Jesus Christ To Trust;
June, July, And August!
Four More Steps To The End Of The Year;
Two By Two Will Calm Any Fear!
September, October, Chilly Air Stirs;
November, December,
In Our Coonskin Firs!
In those days we bought gloves with grip pads
to go with our Nerf footballs
Because our hands were not yet large enough
to pantomime dads that stood too close to the TV
and ran from commercial breaks
We spent hours perfecting lean-tos
playing dodgeball in sweat-filled basements
discussing the perfect capture the flag strategy
and skipping ahead to the battle scenes in action movies
We barely had enough breath to eat
I have done nothing of the sort in years
Now my eyes wither under the glow of computer screen
and my lungs never even catch from the thrill
of bare feet on grass cradling
underdog victory in the last second of the game
elephant and ass
flame wars on the front burner
political gas
is terrible
rich
sucker
got a Merry Christmas early this morning
anxiety free
lucky
relaxed
hungry
got i'm a dog early
tell you something
see
dirty
tell us
that's us
explain
spread it
spray'em
injure
on a long range Christmas
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