"longhorns" poems
Manning up in Texas
Geldof overdose
needles at the bed stand
starlet comatose
California dreaming
killer meets demise
hurling in a taxi
puke fee on the rise
Fighting in the Gaza
Jordan's holy war
rebels on a mission
Jihad underscore
The North Korean riddle
pales in grand design
crisis on the border
planes fall from the sky
Cooking on a deadline
tempting tapenades
herbs are in the spotlight
wines that give a nod
Google maps the body
DOW at record highs
Uber comes to market
corn is on the rise
Apple on its earnings
Caterpillar dead
European sanctions
banks have **** the bed
Clippers threaten boycott
Longhorns follow purge
Lynch is out of training camp
James is on the verge
Leinart taking *** shots
coughing up a lung
lions take a licking
fans are throwing dung
Another day in Vegas
Primm from A-Z
rolling out an ankle
a flying SUV
Quiet tempting spaces
made better by design
multi color pea coat
silence fuels the mind
Stabbing in the subway
goat caught in a well
apes are selling tickets
(but leave behind a smell)
Puberty on trial
a man without a head
teachers feel alone
lets take them to the shed!
Jonah's tomb destroyed
wreckage in Mumbai
Sugar Daddy sites
Freedom 85
The immigrant debate
Russia's mounting toll
unions on a mission
heads are gonna roll
Beaches for the nudists
hotels on the cheap
the best generic brands
a list you have to keep!
Planning your estate
questions from the camp
a mansion up for sale
where once they filmed The Champ
Midwives threaten action
aboriginal act
truckers want concessions
that train has left the track
Sharks are found in Fundy
a prized but perilous catch
food we love to hate the most
an irrefutable batch
A family on the brink
I want my kids to fail!
politicians drains all hope
a ban on Israel
Follow out each headline
let the columns be your guide
all these things did happen
the day that Newhouse died
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 10:29 AM UTC
We used to have a larger group
Ten thousand head at best
Once we had the largest herd
Of Longhorn in the west
But, times got tough, we sold a few
There was the drought back in '11
I didn't know it got so bad
But, now....we're down to seven
Yep, seven steers and cows and calfs
Out standing in our field
There's not a lot of meat out there
It's really a poor yield
The Longhorns down in Texas
Took our football tickets back
They said that our best looking cow
Was like a blanket on a rack
We've done our best to make amends
We'll be on top once more, I'm sure
But, we have to keep the calfs all fed
Or else ....we're down to four
There's lots of land for them to graze
They'll grow big, I am assured
But, now I find it difficult
To call seven head...a herd
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
my ghost will haunt the space of that old cafe;
nestled into the air above the second booth to the left
or tucked into the corner above the fish tank,
delicately breathing memories of proms and first dates
to renovators and brightly fluttering couples.
molecules agitated, eternally lingering in pursuit
of love lost to time and particular circumstances
dancing in stasis and unable to drift away from that cafe
and pink sheets in the sunshine, of longhorns
and the feel of a waist
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 5:59 AM UTC
I'm doing everything
We said we'd do
Together.
(What a horrible word, together)
Taking the trips,
Swimming in the lakes,
Yes, I swam in a lake.
More like a river...
But I did it
Without you.
Visited Mt. Scott,
Saw the longhorns,
Drove the exact same routes
As last spring.
Without you.
Funny how fate is so cruel
That I'm thrown back to
Exactly where we were.
Were.
Still past tense, still painful.
Still facing ghosts, still facing memories
Exact replication of what was.
Here I am, stuck in the in-between.
And you, where are you?
Gone, my ghost. Off to haunt someone else.
Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 9:33 AM UTC
I think I fell in love
With all this sky up above
As I sit here in Texas, Cedar Creek
It’s so hot, not even a leak
But all the people oh so friendly
The smiles they give are always free
Some likes the cowboys and some are longhorns
Texas is much different than the state of corn
They have Goodwill’s much bigger than you dream
With rows and rows of clothes, WITH ATTATCHED SEAMS!
They have a Cowboy Church that welcome you in
Don’t fret or judge when you can’t make it back again
When they say everything is better in Texas
You should see what we eat for breakfast
I cannot wait to start a life here
Texas is now my home, with a Shelby always near.
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC
This tale I tell is bound by fire
Of dark magic, and dragons
Of that I'm no liar
Tis on a night just like this
That Bormar fell to bits
In deepest darkest middle ground
Where elves and warlocks roam around
And magic spills from every lip
And potions hang on every sip
The battle of the dragon borne
Against the mighty shadow horn
Would change the balance of the land
Where only one could rule with the strongest hand
Now wizards and dragons they plotted tight
Recruited elves and shadow knights
Made spells that would win no doubt
And banish all the goodness out
The longhorns of Bormar didn't dwell
For they knew that this could spell
The end of all they they held tight
And pledged to slay and **** all night
And so it was that they did meet
High on yonder hill did greet
Two armies of strength and power
Waiting for the killing hour
And when all blood spilled
And pain was born
Bormar stood
Now empty and gone
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC