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MAMAS, HOPE THAT YOUR BABIES GROW UP TO BE COWBOYS!🤠🤠

MAMAS, HOPE THAT YOUR BABIES GROW UP TO BE COWBOYS! a poem resurrected: February 23, 2019
{also entitled: “ONLY THE REALLY GOOD DAYS ARE J.W. DAYS”}
This poem is dedicated to some friends of mine who live here in Alpine. They are COWBOY FRIENDS (We have a “Cowboy Poetry” gathering here each year!); “Cowboy Friends” are helpful, kind folks … at least that is how I define them!
You see, some folks inspire others to be better than they thought possible; Johny Weyerts, a local Cowboy, is that kind of person … so is his wife Charlsie. They are “Cowboy Folk!”
Now, before I begin the poem {which was written over a week ago [back in Feb. of 2017] and [already] posted as part of this blog, but has since been revised}, has anybody ever heard the song “Mamas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys?” Well, although not written by Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings, those two song wizards popularized it for my generation. None-the-less, you will certainly notice that the title of this poem is a variation of that theme!
And, of course, my friend Johny Weyerts’ initials are J.W. So, here’s the poem:

There is this Cowboy in Alpine I’ve known him for 40 years
He’s laughed while facing wildfires He’s wiped off many tears
He married him an Angel, and his Heart is full of joy
He’s wiser than King Solomon and kind to every boy
And, if ever Willie or Waylon had met him {even once}
They might have sung another song or ‘pologized over LUNCH
But, EVEN THOUGH Willie Nelson sang for moms to FEAR
That their babies might be Cowboys and drink another beer (or two!) /
Well, I think my Friend forgives him because Johny holds no GRUDGE
Since when it come to Good Well Johny will not budge
{forgiving is good, I think!}
And if I get another chance to tread upon this sod
I want to be a Cowboy and hope my smile’s that broad!

THAT’S IT … Cowboy Friends!
I hope y’all enjoy your day … today … and every day …
Peace! Yippee Kai-yay … .
P.S.: Because the girl at Porters on 2nd Street tricked me into reciting this {here} poem … y’all might see Yours Truly at The Poet’s Grove later this morning … reciting this very poem … and, if y’all are VERY lucky, you might also “get a song” for breakfast … at least the best song a croaking frog can offer! 🙂
originally published on: Feb 20th, 2016!

I also did a little song, to be sung in the style and melody of “Mamas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys,” entitled: “Mamas, Hope For The Best!” It go something like this:

Cowboys are Easy to Love
‘Cause they’re so brave and bold
They’d rather give you a song than DIAMONDS AND GOLD!
They’re kissing and hugging and each night begins a new day!
IF you don’t understand him and he don’t die young,
HE’LL PROBABLY JUST RIDE (Sing) AWAY!

Chorus: Mamas HOPE that your babies grow up to be cowboys (and cowgirls),
Let ‘em pick guitars and drive them old trucks,
UNLIKE MOST doctors and lawyers and such …
Mamas, hope that your babies grow up to be cowboys …
‘Cause they fix up your home, and they’ll write a good poem,
Especially for someone they love (Alternative: And they’ll die for someone they love!)

Ohhhh, cowboys like smoky old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings,
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night (Oh, my! 🙂 )
Them that don’t know him won’t like him and them that do,
Sometimes won’t know how to take him,
And he ain’t all wrong; he’s just different – BUT his pride,
It won’t let him do things to make you think that he’s right! ❤ ❤ …

Please repeat the chorus … and then go cry somewhere! 🙂

“The Mystic Poet” March 1, 2016 – February 23, 2019 … Alpine, Texas, U.S.A. 🙂
Mar 1st, 2016 . . . Feb 23rd, 2019 [and beyond!] ❤

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“Love The One You’re With!”💙

“IDEAL POLITICS!” a poem a.k.a.: “Love The One You’re With!” Feb. 19, 2019 [Tuesday]

A man came up to me and said: “I KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OF TRUMP!”
And I said: “But I LOVE THAT GUY, and he’s much-more than-a-bump!
HE’S A FULL-FLEDGED, RIGHTEOUS KIND OF FELLOW,
Who SHOULD be President! and-should [also] sit and be mellow,
On a throne! A THRONE – of finest brass,
With everyone! Just EVERYONE! kissing – his HAND,
And BESIDE HIM, IN A PLACE OF EQUAL POWER,
Should be HILLARY! They could be sitting {of course} in-her IVORY TOWER!
They’d be SEATED TOGETHER, with hands clasped, in LOVE,
And Melania behind Donald – Melanie! above,
With Hillary – smiling!-and-cordial! a beautiful Democrat, down below,
And-What’s-His-Face-behind-her?! Oh, yeah! BILL!-we-all-do-know,
THESE FOUR CELEBRITIES COULD FORM A QUARTET,
And sing beautiful music – on The Internet,
Getting lots of HITS and adulation,
And they could all go together, on vacation,
Renaming themselves: BOB & CAROL & TED & ALICE,
And they could all share THE GOLDEN CHALICE,
THE ARC OF THE COVENANT and THE HOLY GRAIL!”

[THAT’S] MY IDEAL OF POLITICS! and-they could even sail,
In a good-will ambassador kind of ship – a ship-around-the-world,
Spreading love & peace & joy, with their sails unfurled,
And – The Wind – and The Sun – and The Ocean – could be as one,
The U. S. S. GET-TOGETHER would spread so much fun,
And – The Lion will cuddle with The Lamb,
While we’re all eating peanut butter and jam,
Sandwiches! & God in Heaven will bless us from above,
& THE EAGLE WILL FLY WITH THE DOVE! 🙂 – Yeah, man! Groovy!

fin ❤


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“ALWAYS MISSING OUT!” 

“ALWAYS MISSING OUT!” a poem February 4, 2019 (Moon-day!)

IF I ONLY REACTED – “better” – and “quicker,”
I’d-be-better-off – but – I’m feeling-a-bit-sicker,
Trying to keep-up – with what-others-suggest?
To help my poor life? – and-make-a-“comfortable nest?”
To fulfill the desires – of Presidents and Kings?
“IF-I-COULD-ONLY-TRY-HARDER!” but-such-stress-this-thought-brings!

Perhaps JUST RELAXING?! “My burden is LIGHT!”*
And – BREATHING-FOR-A-MOMENT – might be beautifully right!

“JUST EASY DOES IT!” a term! demonized,
by: The-World-and-Motivational-Speakers!?
Are we TOO HYPNOTIZED? 🙂 – Whoa!

fin ❤

* – offered by a little known “prophet” a couple thousand years ago!

“MY WIFIE, SUPER HERO!” Mr & Mrs Cuddly Poo ~ 💙🎭👄

“MY WIFIE, SUPER HERO!” a poem in the continuing saga/series of /Mr & Mrs Cuddly Poo ~ penned TODAY! Super Bowl Sunday! February 3, 2019

She’ll eat a Super-Bowl-sundae, with enough-choc-o-late to-KILL,
A thousand water buffalo – and-even- Buffalo Bill!
She’ll “BLOCK” The Bad Guys with – one hand tied behind her back,
And, if-she-had-to – The-Whole-L.A.-Rams-Offensive-Team,
She could prob’ly sack!

She’s got-enough LOVE – for a million years,
Of total-LOVE-exposure, drying (up) a zillion tears,
And (pause) She gives me lots of kisses – and-e-nough I-LOVE-YOU’s,
To float a thousand battle ships –
And-make the headline news!

She is: MRS. CUDDLY POO, “The-Down-Under-Queen-O’-Hearts,
Who-loves: cat&dogs&littlekids – Evil Doers? Take-to-your-“carts,”
And “Get-outta-Dodge” before High Noon,
Or she’ll subdue you, with a pink balloon,
Or a feather duster!! stuck – (well!) You know where!
MY SUPER HERO WIFIE!!!! Of-her, you-better-beware!

BUT! She’s also a SUPER-CUDDLER, the best in any town,
And, if you’re nice, she’ll NEVER! let you wear a frown,
‘Cause-she’ll-make-you: SUPER-HERO-COOKIES, that-you-just-can’t-beat!
She’s a MARVEL!* A super-duper-wifie! and!-She’s-also: SUPER-SWEET!

fin ❤

* – She might be in Marvel comic books some day!

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SOME FOLKS LIKE TO TRAVEL – A vacation getaway – TO PARADISE!?

“TRAVEL!” a poem, a.k.a.: “Magical Mystery Tour!” 02/03/19 (SUN-day)

Are you going outside of your comfort zone? It’s QUITE THE THING to do!
Go ahead! Work your b – – t off! SOME! DESTINATION?! to:
Some place! With other people, IDEAS! NORMS! and-(social)MORES!
LANGUAGES can be diverse, as your little-body forays,
Into new dimensions – and, after not too long,
You realize you-may-not get back – to your HOLD-which-WAS-“so strong?”
Because, whatever your “leaving reason,” even-if-to help a friend,
You have sacrificed YOUR HOME – and now how will it end?
DO YOU FIND YOURSELF – compelled – by the whims of some “tour guide,”
Who’s in charge of transport and meal plans – YOU’RE GOIN’ FO’ A RIDE!
For the morning? then afternoon? And NOW – the night approaches,
It could be years – or never! A shadow-over-time – encroaches!

SOME FOLKS LIKE TO TRAVEL – A vacation getaway –
TO PARADISE!? (or Hell and back) BEWARE! Lest every day,
You look with yearning – to-past-conditions – and they-may soon-fade from-view;
YOU HOPE YOUR “HANDLERS” might decide – to-send-you-HOME “in a few!”
Of course, NOW, nothing’s certain – at least IF-you-have “a home,”
It is FAMILIAR, the faces and stores – and, with-routine, you-seldom-roam,
Too far abreast – on any day – Of course, sometimes SOME TRAVEL,
Is-justified for a little while, but don’t let plans unravel,
And give the reins – to someone, who promises anything,
For NO ONE KNOWS WHAT MIGHT TRANSPIRE, when-you-take-“a-foreign-wing,”
And “fly to The Moon” or “To The Border!”
MAKE SURE YOUR HOUSE IS WELL IN ORDER,
And, as-much-as-you-can, have a basic plan:
Do be deliberate, IF YOU WANT-TO-GET-A TAN,
In Hawaii (or Heaven)! Just get yourself “brown;”
THEN, COME HOME WITH A SMILE – AND NOT WITH A FROWN! 🙂 – Hee, he

Beetles ~ Mystical Tour
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“THE JOB!” 

“THE JOB!” a poem January 25, 2019 (Friday)

I do a lotta NON-WORK, but I sorta got it made;
I may not make much* money, ’cause I really don’t get paid!!
But I still dress in a suit, and – I don’t pay too much taxes,**
Although I live in TeXaS, my libido often waxes,
When-I-think-of-how-much-I’m-NOT-paying- for-Mr.-Trump’s-Border-Fence,
For I don’t think that THE FENCE (or Trump) – makes a lotta sense,
But I’m content; yes, I am! to just do-a-little NON-Work,
Which-is-more-than-most-people-I-know-do, who-sometimes-will-get-hurt,
At their job(s) – or just-worrying, about-not-having-“enough”-money!

I-just-think:
TRUMP,
The-T(w)OO-(much)-PARTY-Government,
The Illuminati,
The “Justice” System,
The Medical System,
and-LIFE-generally,
are WAY TOO FUNNY!

So, I just do my NON-WORK, and I don’t much like the phone,
Or-the-Internet, but-I-still -sometimes-“throw-the-dog-a-bone!
And-I-feed the birds – some bread – and-the-feral-cat some grub,
And-I-say-“Hello”-to-all-my-friends, who say: “There goes that ‘bub,’
Who paints and sings and likes-to-hug-each-girl!”
And, in Heaven, on-my-tits-someday – I-might-just-twirl,
PASTIES!? ALL COLORS! for-“an-afternoon-show,”
With Jesus & The Buddha & some-other-NON-WORKERS you know!” 🙂 -Yippee!

fin ❤

* – OR any!

** – Teaxes? Yeah! I got an uncle that lives in TeaXeS! Alpine! Teaxeas

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Poetry 🌼

‘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

Harmony

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In your garden of thoughts Cultivate Harmony Your Mind is the Garden Your thoughts are the seeds You can grow flowers Or you can grow weeds

Cowgirls♨

“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 ❤