Bewares Home
Single fleet
How we can merge on a Continental Drift is up to me
She's comes apart
This is the only way backs in
Turbulence bests us otherwise
That
Pitch chase and drags in swirl pre disposed moments?
I'ma feeling of pause
Ifns a bluff
Scene one of myriad finance?
Eclipse glare meniscus orders down
I only got an in an out focus for table of me in line for hours of next meals getting chewed
Every acrobat on mind has winged in wars.
Old or sceptical
Generals an Admiral
My ability is return the crap that sent that
Illusive wonder they stay on land with tech
LIVING IN TEXAS
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In Texas, where cowboys roam free,
we’re born with big hearts, you see.
With BBQ extraordinair
and boots beyond compare,
We’re proud of our roots, yippee-ki-yay, whee!
With chili quite spicy and bold,
and tales of the wild west retold,
I’ll spin you a yarn,
'Neath the Texas dawn,
For this native blood never grows cold!
From Amarillo to San Antone,
I shout, “Yeehaw!” in a twang all my own.
with chili so hot,
and a big ol’ pot,
of sweet tea that chills to the bone.
The Texas armadillos all cheer,
for the BBQ smoke draws them near.
With ribs piled knee high,
they simply cannot deny,
Life in Texas is the best—let’s be clear!
BIG TEX*
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There once was a cowboy named Big Tex.
was huge like Tyrannosaurus Rex!
His hat large like Texas barn,
he strutted ‘round town with charm
But his love life was a complete wreck.
Big Tex hung out at Texas’ State Fair,
Wore humongous boots and jeans with flair.
with deep voice, wink, and a grin,
He says, “Y’all come on in!”
Look! 'Tex' has buckshot in his derrière!
With lasso in hand, he aims to impress,
missed every steer, what a terrible mess!
He'd shout, "Yippee-ki-yay!"
in a most clumsy way,
And the longhorn would just laugh, no less!
With a chuckle, he dusts off his hat,
“Guess I’ll stick to the dance and the chat!”
So he twirls 'round the barn,
With a laugh and Texas yarn,
The best cowboy—now how 'bout that?
Go Tex! Go!
*Note: This poem was the first place winner in the 2025 Texas Limerick contest. This is my original poem
LAST WHISPERS
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In the fading light of a Texas sunset,
the Texas windmill stands,
a sentry of rust and memory,
its blades stretching wide,
catching the last whispers of the day.
SLEEPING WITH THE FAN ON
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In Texas, where summers are more than hot,
Sleeping with a fan turned on is a must-have spot.
With a whirl and a breeze,
It brings sweet, cool ease,
While we snooze in a sweat-soaked, warm cot!
We sleep while it spins with a roar,
As sweat drips and puddles the floor.
With a chuckle, we say,
"Goodnight, heat of the day!
Tomorrow, we'll battle once more!"
So if you should visit the Lone Star State,
Know the heat is an oppressive weight
Just find a big fan,
Join the cool Texan clan,
And together we’ll laugh at our fate!
TEXAS HEATWAVE
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sun-kissed days unfold
waves of warmth upon my skin
sultry air descends
scorching pavement cracks
crisp, dry earth beneath my feet
summer's fiery breath
heatwaves shimmer bright
mirages on dusty roads
endless, burning days
TEXAS PRAIRIE PARADISE
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here, where the horizon bends.
the morning sun spills its warmth.
the Texas prairie stretches~
a vast unbroken beauty where
golden grasses sway.
the air, thick with the scent of sage,
wraps around me like a familiar embrace.
dust motes dance in the light,
tiny galaxies suspended
in the quiet splendor of morning.
cacti punctuate the landscape
these sentinels of resilience,
their spines reminding me
that life thrives in the harshest of places,
and wildflowers burst forth, fragile yet fierce.
here, the earth breathes differently.
my heart learns to listen
to the distant call of a hawk,
to the rustle of a rabbit, and
to the soft sighs of the prairie.
the hawk circles high above me,
its shadow gliding across the land,
a guardian of this sprawling solitude,
reminds me of the freedom,
of the vastness within and without.
I stand rooted in this stillness, finding clarity.
in the expanse, I find belonging.
beneath the wide-open sky,
I am both lost
and found.
NIGHTTIME IN TEXAS, THE LONE STAR STATE
crimson skies ablaze
cactus shadows stretch and yawn
'Lone Star' says ‘goodnight’
TEXAS SUMMER'S EMBRACE
Poem written for Summer Sonnets Poetry Contest, XF Lacasse, sponsor
Beneath Texas skies, wildflowers bend and sway.
Soft zephyrs tease the hair around my face.
There’s a hush at noon--a humid, lazy day.
Cicadas hum their songs in summer’s embrace.
The sky, a canvas painted azure bright,
With cotton candy clouds drifting by, soft and slow.
Evening’s glow, a tender, amber light,
Invites the stars to dance over rugged Edwards Plateau.
Yet in this warmth, a fleeting shadow lies,
For time, like dust, slips through my open hands.
Summer laughter fades; the season softly sighs,
Moments disappear like footprints in the sands.
So I shall cherish summer’s fleeting grace
In Texas’ warm embrace, finding solace in this place.
©2025 Sara Etgen-Baker
TEXAS FLOODING WARS
(Apropos Of A Lesson Of Nature)
The flood waters came,
leaving lost lives washed away;
eyes flooded with tears:
Nature herself, warring with
collateral disaster:-
So many children
won’t be thirsty anymore;
flood waters drowned them:-
Let us thirst for quenching peace:
our human nature flooded:-
Early on a cold March morning
a handful of men took a stand
in the year of eighteen thirty six
when a sabre drew a line in the sand
it was victory or death for the valiant few
outnumbered and out-gunned
surrender and be spared an ultimatum they knew
with a cannon shot by Travis it was shunned
even as the day was dawning
the handful of men held their ground
thirteen days in San Antonio
such a fearful sight a dreadful sound
Santa Ana gave the order,
'Fly the red banner, show no quarter,'
a bloody battle to the bitter end
while the Mexican band played 'El Degüello'
now the guns are silent the smoke has cleared
to this day Texians all say, "Remember the Alamo."
In Texas we have our heroes,
And of them we’re mighty proud—
There’s the Alamo in San Antone,
Where our cannons spoke out loud.
We’re proud to be called Texans,
We’re proud to be called free;
We’re the best state in the Union—
On that we all agree.
Texas is the Lone Star State,
Together we shall stand,
For it’s the folks of Texas
That make this state so grand.
Now we don’t go lookin’ for trouble,
Or talk a lot of jive—
Just living large in Texas,
Free and so alive.
Not claimin’ to be perfect—
Well… maybe just a bit.
Sure, we’ve made mistakes,
But we’re fixin’ all that .
And Texas still has manners,
We hold our morals high.
We love a good tall tale—
But won’t abide a lie.
So come on down to Texas,
Sit and stay a spell.
But cross us or betray us?
We’ll send you straight to hell.
Waves of pale blue wafted through the quilted Texas sky
Highlighting the tangerines and lavenders of the evening
Grandpa’s old windmill looked picturesque in the distance
Sundown believes in imagination, adoration and fantasy
I stared into the ribboned distance, wondering if the trees suspected
They had an essential part in the mystique of the moment
Birds were reverent, none of them flew through the backdrop
My camera captured the night’s beauty, but not her silent ambiance
long day wraps up
the clouds roll in
gilded by a retiring sun
releasing a sigh of relief
ultimately i'm thankful
for my many blessings
as i prepare to wind down
to recharge and renew
tomorrow
will be upon us
soon enough
AP: 3rd place 2025
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