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‘WHERE shall we go for our garlands glad
At the falling of the year,
When the burnt-up banks are yellow and sad,
When the boughs are yellow and sere?
Where are the old ones that once we had,
And when are the new ones near?
What shall we do for our garlands glad
At the falling of the year?’
‘Child! can I tell where the garlands go?
Can I say where the lost leaves veer
On the brown-burnt banks, when the wild winds blow,
When they drift through the dead-wood drear?
Girl! when the garlands of next year glow,
You may gather again, my dear—
But I go where the last year’s lost leaves go
At the falling of the year.’

~ A Song of Autumn – Adam Lindsay Gordon

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“JASON’S GIRL! A PERFECT 10!” a poem January 8, 2019 (Tuesday)

I hear that Jason’s girl – is REALLY attractive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She kind-of-“stalks”-him DAILY – and-is VERY active,
For she is said – to show up – (often) at his door,
With-her-“knickers”-on-her head!! AND-THERE’S-QUITE-A-BIT-MORE:

For-instance, she “rings” him every hour, whether he answers or not;
She even thinks about him, while she’s sitting! on “the pot!”
She day-dreams – muttering – his-name out loud!
And she wears a t-shirt that says, “HOW VERY-PROUD . . .
SHE’D-BE IF-JASON-WOULD-MARRY-HER FOREVER!”
So, with-stars-and-hearts-in-her-eyes, she’s-after-Jason, who-better-be-clever,
For A WOMAN IN LOVE is A FORCE OF NATURE,
And – there-is-really-no-one – who-can-even-remotely-sate-(c)HER!

When SHE sees Jason cume, she-just-floats-over to-him,
Grabs-him and holds-him – and she’s so-fit-and-trim,
‘Cause SHE-CAN-BARELY-EAT; when she gets to “the-table,”
She often passes-(right)-out – (up)on-her-meal – for she-isn’t much-able,
To-love-HIM – AND – eat-food – all-at-the-same-time,
So, SHE JUST SWOONS, and – her face is full of “grime,”
‘Cause she-can’t focus much – to even bathe – or shower,
And her hair – is-up-in-the-air (like-a-frazzled-cat) YET, HER POWER,
Is-said-to-have-been-multiplied – 100 FOLD!!
A FORCE OF NATURE, if The Truth be told!
When she stumbles by, all cars are alerted,
‘Cause-everyone-knows-she-might-step-out-(into-the-street)! Then, she’d-get-hurt-ed!?
Anyway! We’re all watching HER – and – “watching-out”-for-her-too!
She is SO – attractive-and-sexy – She’s-in-the-world-of-“LOVIE-WOO!”

She’s THE MOST AMAZING THING! “Jason’s Girl!”
LIKE: She-walked-right-into-The-Gym-yesterday! 300-pounds she-did-curl!!!!
And several of the burly, well-muscled men,Cowgirls 😁
Well! She-tossed-them-all-out-onto-The-Street! There must-have-been-TEN!
So, THAT’S-HER, Jason’s-Girl! With that perfect “10” score!
God only knows! How-much-LOVE’s-“in-her-core!”
Anyway, we-re-all-envious-of (and-scared-for) Jason! What-a-lucky-guy!?
For HER-most-of-us – would-just-fall-down, fall down – & DIE! 🙂 – What a woman!

fin ❤

“OVERBOARD!” 

“OVERBOARD!” a poem January 7, 2019 (Monday)

YOU’RE SO PERFECT! You’re SPEC-TA-CULAR!
How-can-I-be-here? speaking-in-“The-Vernacular?”
I-should-have BY-NOW!! learned-the-language-OF-AMOUR!
The fact that I haven’t, makes me so sore,
At myself! So-I-doubt-that-I-should-even-BE,
In-the-same-realm – as-one SUCH AS THEE!
How can I even exist? in a world – pure enough,
To-sustain your very presence? To “house” your “shaggy muff?”
I should PROBABLY – just kill myself! and do it right soon,
EXCEPT!? Wait-a-second! AM I BEING “A LOON?”
For- to-adore-and-comfort-you, PEOPLE ARE NEEDED!!
So, it’s-GOOD-that-I’m here; it’s OTHERS!-that -should-be-“weeded,”
And-sent to-PARALLEL-UNIVERSES! to study and learn,
That: WORSHIP OF YOU – is-what they should discern,
As – The-Greatest-Joy-AND – The-Greatest-Opportunity-IN-ANY-LIFE!
And every man should aspire – to make YOU his wife!
I’m just SO EXCITED now, to know that I matter,
To know that The-Good-Lord’s “programmed”-me to-make real good “batter,”
So-I-can-make REAL GOOD COOKIES, for YOU, my DEAR – to eat!
I long to feed – and to fill you up – and to massage -ee your tiny feet,
And listen to your every murmur – and write them all down too,
And recite the sweetest poetry – and sing LOVE SONGS for you!
I’ll-feed-“your-significant,”- when-she’s-hungry-hold-“your-paw”-IF-you-be-scared!
Yeah!-I-might-be-slightly-“OVERBOARD,”-but-I’m-SURE-we-are-WELL-PAIRED!
So, let me get your special dinner, and I’ll-put-it in your special dish,
And, as you breathe-heavily – at-The-Full-Moon – I’ll hope you get your wish:
That-I’ll-turn-into-a-STUD-ly – English Terrier!
And that, TOGETHER! we’ll howl-and-shag – (and) make-The-World – a-lot-merrier!

fin ❤

“JUST A CRAZY, LOVE-SICK OBSERVER!” 

“JUST A CRAZY, LOVE-SICK OBSERVER!” a poem MoonDay: Jan. 7, 2019

Is-it so-silly?
Is-it so-wrong?
To-lie-here, beside-you, and-look at you? long?
And-to-firmly-believe: YOU’RE-THE-PRETTIEST-THING-I’VE(ever)SEEN,
Or-ever-will-see?
Or-that I’D-LIKE TO CLEAN:
Every-inch of your body, your front – and-back-side,
When-I’m-sure – any-“impurites” (that-have-been) close-to-you, are-(quite)-purified?
Your hair – and your-features, they-drive me quite mad!
You’re-the-closest-thing-TO-HEAVEN! that-I’ve ever-had,
And I really do think that I’m not qualified,
Or – worthy -of-being-close-to-you – and I’M TERRIFIED!!
Of-ever-losing this-feeling, of love for you, Dear;
I-just-guess I’ve ONE WISH, which I say, with a tear!
Here’s-my-wish: THAT-I-ALWAYS – ADORE-YOU AS MUCH,
AS-I-DO RIGHT-THIS-INSTANT! and-I-DO-love-to-touch,
EVERY-thing-connected, with sweets thoughts of you,
“The-Adoration-of-The-Magi” – has-(such)-a- “pale-hue,”
When-I compare-it -with:-MY-“LOST” POINT-OF-VIEW,
That-places-you – on-“a-pedestal!” And-I-am-bound-to,
Adore-you – and Love-you, for-I’ve-“lost-a-my-mind,”
Let-me-stare-at-you-FOREVER! while-I-scratch your “behind!”
Y’know -IF-The-World-didn’t-“overlook” -this-here-KOOKY-ROMANTIC,
THEY’d-lock-me-away, with-a label:-“UN-PEDANTIC!”
I’m-not-sure-what-that-(label)-means, and I guess I-DON’T-care,
[THEY-say:] “The-World-loves-a-lover!” Well-I-(just)-like-to stare! 🙂 -Mmm – mm!

fin ❤
Postscriptual-poem: I-don’t-believe-in: GOD!! Heaven – or Hell!
Or-of-any set future! that-any-one-can-tell!
So, why do I lie here, staring-at-your-bod,
&-just -keep-on-saying: “Oh, God, God, oh, God!?”

OPTIMIST THE ETERNAL HOPE🤔🤔

THE ETERNAL HOPE-R hopes for the best,

Even-when “All’s Lost” and There is “No Rest

For The Wicked” And Hopeless, who “throw in the towel!”

THE OPTIMIST says: (and (s)he’s a wise owl!):

“Just KNOW – That, That, That – ‘All’s well in the end!’ ”

And, like a kind person, (s)he’ll help out (a) FRIEND!

“The Eternal Hope-r” has visions and dreams,

And simply doth KNOW: It’s not as it seems,

When it seems HOPELESS, (s)he’s got a smile,

To comfort all cry-ers, who moan all the while,

When this one or that

Is down “for the count,”

THE ETERNAL HOPE-R arrives with a “mount,”

And loads the weary carcasses – and gives all a ride,

Until we are animated, to resume our “stride,”

SO, if you’re depressed OR you’ve just had enough,

“The Eternal Hope-r” will sure call your bluff!

fin. ❤

“YOUR MIND!”

“YOUR MIND!” a poem a.k.a.: “Your Perfection IS Unique!” Sunday: Jan. 6, 2019

IF your mind didn’t-work, so-very-fast, I’m-afraid -that-your-breasts-might-be-smaller!
IF you couldn’t-talk-non-stop-for-hours-and-hours, would-your-wet-p – – – – – still-make me holler,
Quite as loud – when my p – – – – finds -nice-room-in-there?
And- IF-you-weren’t-(like-me)-such-“a-drama-queen,” would the color of your hair,
Lose-(its)-gorgeous-blonde-shade? Why, it-might-then – be RED,
And, then, with your temper, you-might throw-me from bed,
Onto The Floor – and – into tomorrow,
And-then I’d-be-filled with-so-very-much-sorrow!
Change-that-or-change-this? NO! I don’t think-a-so,
‘Cause YOU’RE PERFECT right now – Don’t-change-even that bow! 🙂 – or-beau!

fin ❤

“GUARANTEED!”

“GUARANTEED!” a poem a.k.a.: “Satisfying Whatever You Think Or Feel Is The Greatest Need First Can Be A Good Idea!?” January 6, 2019 (Sunday)

From a wife – to-her-“hubby,” “You’re [ALWAYS] so-filled with appetite!!”
“BUT! I’m hungry – FOR YOU first, Sweetie! It’s YOU who are my bright,
Shining Angel!! Without you, food means naught!”

“Oh, SURE, my-hungry-husband! I-REALLY believe-THAT – not!
Take-me-now, my Darling; I-just-need love from you!
I can-get-by-on-water! Your-appetite-makes me blue!”

Yet, on-any-given-morning, since-appetites we-can’t-control!
Maggie-might-arise, with-HUNGER! Now, she’s-got-herself-a “hole!”*
Sometimes appetites – really just need filling,
And, for-instance, when hunger HITS, she is NEVER willing,
To have “good-lovin'” – ‘TIL-lots-o’-the-chocolate-that-she’ll-take,
Combines-with-her gastric juices! LADY of-the-Cake,
OR – Lady of LAND O’ LAKES, with lots of tasty spread!
I GUARANTEE YOU – there’s no s-x, ’til-she’s filled up her head!

So, the-moral-of-this-story!? (is:) Many-guys gotta eat,
To keep their bodies goin’ strong – then-a-good-meal can’t-be-beat!
Now, perhaps “The-way-to-a-man’s-heart, may-be-through his tummy!
but-sometimes it’s-also so-for-HER; and, then, give food to-mummy!
OK- then: If you’re hungry, go for some “vittle;”
If-you’re-love-starved, then – try to “whittle,”
Down – the appetite – of the one you need;
And EVERYONE-will-be-happy;
Yes, indeed!
🙂 – Yummy, yummy!

    • a “hole in her stomach” – that needs some food to take care of the vacuum!

Happy New Year 2019

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“THE STRAWBERRY AND CREAM CLOWN VENDOR!”

“THE STRAWBERRY AND CREAM CLOWN VENDOR!” a poem Thurs.: 12/20/18

LET’S-GO “DOWN SOUTH! to the beaches – and beach-front property,
Where we’ll find our clown vendors, with wondrous notoriety!
The Strawberries-and-Cream Business here – is booming!
OR – POPPING! as they say – ’tis-a-business-we-call: “wooming!”
Now-Wooming’s-a-sport developed long ago,
And recently resurrected! In “Southern”-Northern-Australia, y-know!
It’s all about suckulent strawberry popping!
(It) Used-to-be done with cherries, but now folk’re “op(t)-ing,”
For The Strawberry Pop! It’s nutritious AND fun,
Ya pop out a strawberry! – and, with some cream, folks-now- just-run,
To their nearest – Dreamy! Creamy! Strawberry-Clown-Vendor,
And, of course, for a real good “wooming,” ya must also send-her,
Over the Top – and way under cover:
Strawberry Wooming – down in The Souther,
N-Most-Places! Moist, yet-dark-with-“Heart!”
You just plop your head down, and POP goes your tart,
Dispensing them strawberries-and-cream JUST FINE!
ANOTHER-(MARVELOUS)-CLOWN-BUSINESS!
(Strawberries-‘n’-Cream!)
(I’m)-Creamin’-and-you’re-mine! 🙂 – My, oh my!

fin ❤

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“WHATEVER IT TAKES!” a poem, “Despite Political Correctness!” 12/18/18 – Tuesday

When-the “creative-juices” – start-to-flow,
It’s-just: WHATEVER-IT-TAKES to let you know:
THAT I LOVE ALL-OF-YOU, ALL DAY LONG,
And, sometimes-(that-takes)-“profane-proportions,” for that’s-how-strong,
The “possession-of-Love” is, is – FOR YOU!
Yet!! Sometimes-the-rhyme – is-a-children’s-rhyme too,
And, therefore – you’ll-see, upon-some-far-away-grave-stone:
Written: “A PROFANE POET, WHO SOMETIMES WROTE WITH A BOY SCOUT TONE!”
Who SOMETIMES wouldn’t touch even one “nasty” word, to describe the feelings,
He had for his wife – and their conjugal dealings!

BUT SOMETIMES THE SPIRIT OF LOVE – DOESN’T F – – – – G CARE,
And it’ll describe things “too specifically,” and lay-all things bare,
And use all those words CONSIDERED nasty and profane,
To, perhaps, describe feelings – about her anatomical reign!
Oh, well – it MAY be “schizo,” – OR – just-“different-poems-for-different-seasons,”
Or -a-whole-slew (pause) a variety of reasons,
That sometimes the poem – is about a little birdie,
And SOMETIMES the censors-stamp-it: “Obscene! and Dirty!” 🙂

fin ❤

“WHATEVER IT TAKES!” a poem, “Despite Political Correctness!” 12/18/18 – Tuesday

When-the “creative-juices” – start-to-flow,
It’s-just: WHATEVER-IT-TAKES to let you know:
THAT I LOVE ALL-OF-YOU, ALL DAY LONG,
And, sometimes-(that-takes)-“profane-proportions,” for that’s-how-strong,
The “possession-of-Love” is, is – FOR YOU!
Yet!! Sometimes-the-rhyme – is-a-children’s-rhyme too,
And, therefore – you’ll-see, upon-some-far-away-grave-stone:
Written: “A PROFANE POET, WHO SOMETIMES WROTE WITH A BOY SCOUT TONE!”
Who SOMETIMES wouldn’t touch even one “nasty” word, to describe the feelings,
He had for his wife – and their conjugal dealings!

BUT SOMETIMES THE SPIRIT OF LOVE – DOESN’T F – – – – G CARE,
And it’ll describe things “too specifically,” and lay-all things bare,
And use all those words CONSIDERED nasty and profane,
To, perhaps, describe feelings – about her anatomical reign!
Oh, well – it MAY be “schizo,” – OR – just-“different-poems-for-different-seasons,”
Or -a-whole-slew (pause) a variety of reasons,
That sometimes the poem – is about a little birdie,
And SOMETIMES the censors-stamp-it: “Obscene! and Dirty!” 🙂

fin ❤

“There’s a Magical Force Field of Love- around You, that opens-up when you smile! 

“LOVE ACTUALLY!” a poem a.k.a.: “What The H – – – ! Satan Has Possessed Santa Claus And Everyone Is Circumventing The Anti-Love Force Fields! Is This A Sign of The Season, Or The Times, Or What?” Dec. 7, 2018 (Monday) XXX-Mas is close(r)!

“There’s a Magical Force Field of Love- around You, that opens-up when you smile!

(pause)
Or-when-you-say: “Bay – bay – Ba-a-a-a-a-a-a-bay – Bay-Baby! and I melt all the while,
Or when – you look at me – and-your-eyes – go –
SPARKLE! SPARKLE! and – I’m all a-glow,
And you say: I LIKE – TO LOOK AT YOU! That’s ALL! (long pause)
And – I just LO-O-O-O-O-VE (pause) to fall –
In-Love AGAIN – &-AGAIN – &-AGAIN!”

And-Satan-&-his-demon-Gods say: “GOD, what’s all this love stuff? of mice & of men?
Dang! Didn’t-we put up FORCE FIELDS!? around-every-desirable-girl?
(and IT LOOKS LIKE THEY’RE A L L DESIRABLE) & when She’ll FLASH a curl,
At some guy she likes – then our force field don’t work!
WE NEED TO UPGRADE (these force fields) – where’s that mechanical jerk,
The one who’s supposed-to – maintain-ANTI-LOVE-fields-and such?”

“Oh, you mean SPARKIE!! (uncomfortable pause) Well, he’s lost all his touch!
Because, around Christmas-Time – every year, without fail,
He falls in love too, with a mechanical-chick-name-of-Gayle,
And THERE’S LOVE ALL AROUND – and this season JUST SUCKS,
With mistletoe kissing – and a-whole-lotta (well, you-know)

SHUCKS!”
And The Demons get MISTY! – and THEY FALL IN LOVE TOO,
And POOR SATAN – just throws up his hands! He-don’t-know-what-to-do!
So, he goes – to THE NORTH POLE, and HIS pole’s pointing North,
And He possesses Santa! Whose-wife -loves-The-Devil, of-cour(s)th!
And Satan-and-THAT-JOLLY-OLD-ELF’S-wife – well, they “get it on,”
And Choirs of XX-Mas Angels, STROKE THE FIRES OF BON, BON,
And Little Baby Jesus! He-is born – in the womb,
Of Mrs.-Gladys-Claus-who-rises – from-her-icy-tomb,
AND SATAN’S A PROUD DADDY! and He sees A Great (Jesus) Light:
MERRY XXX-MAS TO ALL! May all pussies be tight!
fin ❤


* – gently!  :)

“THE ‘O. D.’ HUG!” a poem a.k.a.: “My Favorite Huggie!” Saturday: Dec. 15, 2018

I-just wan’-a-me – the O.D. HUG, I-know-it’s-a-lot-to-ask,
But I-like to-think about-it – in-your-hug I-LO-O-OVE -to-“bask!”

[Procedure:]

You sneak up (kinda slowly) and whisper in her ear,
That-you-love-her-ever-lots-and-lots, and she’s a Sweetie DEAR –
You get a little closer, and-you smell her precious hair!
And start to press her to (your) chest – and put your nose right there,
And kinda lean up on her – and wrap your arms around,
Her back – and arms (so sexy) – THE SEXIEST I’VE FOUND;
They’re THICK – and you can feel – a firm and scrumptious squeeze,
AND-I-PUT-MY-FACE-INTO-HER-HAIR, It-is The Perfect Tease,
And I’ll-breathe-real-deep – and feel the squeeze, that-comes-from-a-cozy-hug,
And I think then – I’M-IN-HEAVEN – me-with-my-bed-a-bug!

I AM – a shy – and cautious guy – but I’d-like-to ask her true,
When-I-see-her – when she’s near – “CAN-I HUGGIE-YOU?”
“Whatch-a-mean? A huggie?” “Well (pause or not) can you turn around?”
“Well, I don’t-know; it’s kinda weird; I’m-not-sure where you’re bound!”
“Well-now – I (JUST)-WANNA – WRAP – (pause) myself around your frame,
And squeeze!*-(with)-my-love-sick-head-upon-you! Honey-please-don’t-blame,
Me, for-I got-this-fantasy, ’cause I’m-just-crazy- for-YOU! (pause)
‘Cause-you’re-the-sexiest-thing – (that)-I’ve-seen! Your hugs are JUST – so -OO-OO! 🙂 – Whew!

fin ❤

* – gently! 🙂