#ranger - Hello Poetry

The Lone Ranger writes a letter to his Tanto, he writes, things are not as they used to be. I am as useless as an Iron Lung. Riding around in his Ford Pinto The Lone Ranger looks for anything to do − the one working headlight finding vultures on the side of the road. Driving through the night scanning the radio for WXYZ This long prairie night of his soul. finding no one to save he buys a ********** with a case of silver bullets. She holds him like a little boy Rocks him back and forth. They don’t have *** He cries in her arms, “I’m a man in a boy’s costume,” “I am a jaw bone at a wedding.” Later that evening The Lone Ranger writes another letter Dear Tanto, Things are not as they used to be. I am as useless as mouth without teeth. I wish you were here. Sincerely, Lone.

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Apr 23, 2024

Apr 23, 2024 at 3:32 PM UTC

christopher-leibow

The Last Episode of The Lone Ranger

The Lone Ranger writes a letter to his Tanto, he writes, things are not as they used to be. I am as useless as an Iron Lung. Riding around in his Ford Pinto The Lone Ranger looks for anything to do − the one working headlight finding vultures on the side of the road. Driving through the night scanning the radio for WXYZ This long prairie night of his soul. finding no one to save he buys a ********** with a case of silver bullets. She holds him like a little boy Rocks him back and forth. They don’t have *** He cries in her arms, “I’m a man in a boy’s costume,” “I am a jaw bone at a wedding.” Later that evening The Lone Ranger writes another letter Dear Tanto, Things are not as they used to be. I am as useless as mouth without teeth. I wish you were here. Sincerely, Lone.

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He’s a behavior problem He’s really smart He’ll get you killed He’ll save your life He’s really smart He’s too aggressive He’ll save your life Look at that face He’s too aggressive We’re going to war Look at that face He’s absolutely fearless We’re going to war He’ll get you killed He’s absolutely fearless I was a behavior problem too

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Feb 5, 2020

Feb 5, 2020 at 11:07 AM UTC

ellis-reyes

Ranger Mike - MWD (Military Working Dog)

He’s a behavior problem He’s really smart He’ll get you killed He’ll save your life He’s really smart He’s too aggressive He’ll save your life Look at that face He’s too aggressive We’re going to war Look at that face He’s absolutely fearless We’re going to war He’ll get you killed He’s absolutely fearless I was a behavior problem too

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So they showed us the trees, And told us to write. Beauty and overly-accurate descriptions Expected. Write about trees, they said, But not about trees. Write about roots, And families, And graves, And anything you can stretch to Relate to a tree. But that's not my thing, So I'm going to write about Something else. The people are staring at me. Glaring, almost. They don't want the teenager On her phone. Oh no, she should be LISTENING. They don't know I'm writing poetry, While they look for faults In the tulip tree. They nod their heads in agreement To infections of the olive tree. I'm on the ground, So I look at their shoes. You can tell a lot about a person By the shoes they wear. So they learn about trees, While I learn about them. I play Sherlock Holmes And try to guess their Personalities by their appearances, Not really listening to the Ranger man Tell us about the Growing process of a Ginkgo Tree He talks about a Smerf, And I absentmindedly ignore him As I stare at the eyes of my favorite type of tree. I give him credit for trying, Because while he doesn't have My attention, He appears to have everyone else's. Soon, we gather around another tree. He calls it 70 ft. I call it big. The sprinklers turn on, And we laugh and move, And we watch the squirrels Play in the trees. He makes a joke, and we laugh again. It was a good time. So I learned a lot today. And while I came here To learn about the trees, I learned a whole lot more About the people.

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Apr 23, 2018

Apr 23, 2018 at 12:12 PM UTC

thepaintedside

The Ranger Man+Poetry

So they showed us the trees, And told us to write. Beauty and overly-accurate descriptions Expected. Write about trees, they said, But not about trees. Write about roots, And families, And graves, And anything you can stretch to Relate to a tree. But that's not my thing, So I'm going to write about Something else. The people are staring at me. Glaring, almost. They don't want the teenager On her phone. Oh no, she should be LISTENING. They don't know I'm writing poetry, While they look for faults In the tulip tree. They nod their heads in agreement To infections of the olive tree. I'm on the ground, So I look at their shoes. You can tell a lot about a person By the shoes they wear. So they learn about trees, While I learn about them. I play Sherlock Holmes And try to guess their Personalities by their appearances, Not really listening to the Ranger man Tell us about the Growing process of a Ginkgo Tree He talks about a Smerf, And I absentmindedly ignore him As I stare at the eyes of my favorite type of tree. I give him credit for trying, Because while he doesn't have My attention, He appears to have everyone else's. Soon, we gather around another tree. He calls it 70 ft. I call it big. The sprinklers turn on, And we laugh and move, And we watch the squirrels Play in the trees. He makes a joke, and we laugh again. It was a good time. So I learned a lot today. And while I came here To learn about the trees, I learned a whole lot more About the people.

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