Stupendously, I walk a straight line, a mile high, across the tight rope.
Following my death-defying performance, I shower, slip on the soap.
11/27/2021
YOUR FUNNIEST COUPLET EVER
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
After rounding up some cattle
I headed to the saloon
To have a drink or two
And hear a bawdy tune
Cowpokes were gambling
And guzzling up their beer
The women were upstairs
Their bosoms amply filled
Waiting to give us all a thrill
After a couple shots of whiskey
A poker game I did seek
Hoping I'd soon be on a winning streak
My luck was going good and
The cowpokes I was beating
Until big Jim accused me of cheating
A fight broke out and turned into a brawl
Big Jim got hit, and took a mighty fall
When it was all over I was still standing tall....
The cattle would be rounded up tomorrow once again
And I would be right there, ridin' on the plains
1-26-2021
Cowboy Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
A shepherd in charge of his flock
Insisted on wearing a frock
He wore black high heels
When out in the fields...
His hormones they sure ran amok
When working in inclement weather
His outfit was shiny black leather
He looked a bizarre sight
In his corset so tight
His family now call him Heather!
5/2/18
His mind is imprisoned by a cage.
He is framed with sentences handed down by strangers.
He is alone even though the other voices fill his head.
He is unaccompanied, even with the crowd in his cell.
He argues among all, which conspiracy we should conspire with.
He has the Freedom to sit with selves to hear who yells loudest,
He has the Freedom to wait and see who wins today's war, for tomorrow it all begins again.
He Paces round the cube, rounding off the four corners of his heart, soul, spirit and body.
He Perspires beads of knowledge learned on his troubled travels not so long ago and, while circling above, they spy the carcass of his joy and humour.
Rounding third I'm heading home
Pants mighty dirty, cleats are worn
Knees swollen, bones do ache
Just one more game before I break
Coach waves me in I trip and fall
Scramble back , I'm safe for now
Dust in my mouth, nose, and shoes
The sun is setting , no time to lose
Tiptoe that chalk line with one foot fair
Heading home, into the light I stare
The ball is hit, the fans do cheer
I cross the plate as light as air
The game is over, I rest in peace
This story as told in a press release
Rounding Out Reality
Rounding out reality
Dreams fall down on columned nights
Walls fade in golden mist
Swirl into the clarity of day
A kiss is tangible in the distance
Flavored vapors and water come
From the last midnight rain engagement
Came and went away with sleep, pure with sentiment
Sweet sense and fragrances of forest clearing
Corridors of trees lead on the wind
Solid as concrete love, white, with water droplets
Paths circle on themselves to find a clearing in the forest
There is nothing more fragile than my love
Holding on to her is like holding onto time
Sleep rounds out the walls of reality
A golden light on forest green
One soft spot of ground to lay a blanket down
And with my love round out reality
ROUNDING THE CIRCLE
When this world races full circle, and I’m no longer mentor,
With no more locks to be keyed or flames to damp,
I can at last saunter along the radius to the centre -
And this is the time I extinguish my lamp.
The only time I feel at ease is falling asleep.
The daily burden is something I can’t just ignore,
Can’t just say ok someone else will do that - it’ll keep.
My day’s now circumscribed -- I can’t make it more.
Check everything, for no one else will : my safety net is me.
When Morpheus reaches from the water and the ripple
Of his arms enfolds me and I float in, it’s clear to see,
That we are concentric and can relax with the knowledge triple:
First - I rounded it off to my best - inadequate, poor
Maybe - but to the maximum I tried and did it.
Second - maybe not perfectly two pi r.
Third - but as near as dammit.
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Written by Sydney Peck for
Nette Onclaud’s Contest “IN 24 HOURS”
29 September 2011