Poems And Quotes

Time was old horse- when we crossed
the Great Divide, riding east into
prairie land-
a cowhand could ride all day
never seeing house or barbwire fence-
and all the schooling a man could ever use was
plain old common horse sense.

As far as the eye could see the
prairie was a sea of grass-
growing wild and high old horse,
as high as your spotted ass.
But now that time has passed-
posts and wire now string the land-
what grass is left won’t last-
developers soon will cover it over
with shopping centers, parking lots
and fast food stands.

Common sense and you old horse,
are now just not enough-
a lap-top and a Jeep are required
to bring this old cowboy up to snuff.
The west is really changing-
there aint much left to keep-
even tough old Texas Rangers
are using cell phones
and pagers.

You injured yourself old horse, running
the last predator off this range-
how was you to know that wash-out
lay buried just beneath the snow?
They say away with you old horse-
there has to be a change-
you just aint no good anymore-
you’re all crippled up and lame
and your back is saddle sore-
useless old horses got to go-
we need this land for a new condo.

Old horse, after all we’ve been through,
I don’t give a damn what they need-
they’ll never turn you into dog food
or chicken feed.
We still have two acres of prairie down by the crick
that is still wild and thick-
and no-one will ever see your bum knee old horse,
cause the grass
is still lush, and high as your tired old ass

by

Curtis J. Forsythe

Hope
Hope for a child
Hope that my age
Hope that it isn’t too much
Hope that a letter is sent
Hope that pills don’t mean
Hope that it’s over for me
Hope that a doctor’s eye
Hope can be convinced
Hope by God be blessed
Hope for a child
Hope.

by
Charlotte Ballard

Hope abides; therefore I abide.
Countless frustrations have not cowed me.
I am still alive, vibrant with life.
The black cloud will disappear,
The morning sun will appear once again
In all its supernal glory.

by

– Sri Chinmoy

without a home,
and i felt undeserved..
For i complained
i wasn’t served,
as she slept under the sky dome..

I said i didn’t like my meal,
and threw it on the street..
And she came from the shadows,
thanking God another wound was healed,
and picked it up on her bare feet..

Her scars were open and still fresh,
her blond hair dripping oil..
Her lost eyes and trembling hands,
her drags,one with the soil..

I saw the child without a home,
a family or a toy..
Was this girl born to die alone??
Did she deserve no joy??

Dancing with a torn teddy in her arms,
under the realm of God..
For finding even for a while
a way to forget the mud..

And that moment i shut the door,
and went back to the fire..
But it was not ”me” any more,
i had lost every desire..

And i felt sick for the voice inside,
that yelled she missed a lot,
where would the innocent soul now hide???
Rain was near,but we cared not..

I saw the child without a dream,
and i felt undeserved.