Short Ranches Poems

California's riches mission.
White brick structures simply glisten.
Great spread ranches, nice addition.
Wine and cattle.
Peacful life with no bad friction.
Reins and saddle....

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Trophy Hunters eradicated lesser one-horned.
Traditional medicine was reasoned then killed.
The colonial era malignant apartheid seized.
Tragic wildlife ranches endangered.
Tremendous Javan Rhinos died.
Tied mud wallow was converted, the game started.
Trapped maggoting man heart wolfed....

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Imagine hills where 
landscapes slide into 
heavens
Dews and hues 
romancing its ranches
A decor of devil's bow in 
soft tone
A cascade of bays 
blending
A steaming geothermal 
spa amid black lava fields
Thawing snow tumbling
Glitzy huts emerging from 
riviera
Echoes of villagers 
sparkling the harmony of 
the wind
Howdy tourists emerging 
from the blues
Obudu cattle ranch a 
milieu of fantasy

awoh awoh...

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We want to enrich
     its atmosphere by planting trees
and anything that has
    roots. We also want to pump
some of our oxygen into its
   thin sheet of air.

We want to bring zoos
   and cattle ranches on the red planet.

We want to build homes
    and real estates for rich folks
  who can afford space 
     odysseys.

We want another life
    on Mars, before we destroy
 our Earth with pollution
   and wars.......

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. for public domain

We are well into December,
each birdbath crests a mound of snow,
new flakes creep down Winter's sky.
I draw a slow breath. The air bites cold.

Security lights illuminate
the lawn trees white crusted bare branches,
alleyways are free of traffic,
no steps lead to vagrant ranches.

On this three AM Monday morning,
time passes peaceful and fair.
Birds and transients will pipe with dawn,
enduring a cold day to bare....

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J-ust like a tree by the river, 
U-nafraid of any season; 
L-eaves are fresh and green, 
I-ntact during dusk
E-ven at dawn.

A-n old tree by the river
N-otices not the dry spell; 
N-either will it know fear, nor will it forget feeling well.

I-n June twenty-third morn, 
B-ranches of the tree are tough; 
A-ll of its roots are firm, 
S-teadfast and so strong enough.
C-ome what may you trust in the Lord God, the Father; 
O-vercome the hard time, just like a tree by the river....

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