Smoky Hoss Poems

if heaven's rain drops, and God's tear drops
mix to fall
upon the petroglyph
of a desolate canyon wall,
...

(- this is done in the tradition of 'Imagist' poetry, which was very popular in the 1910's and 20's... personally I still find it quite fascinating. - Smoky.)


- The blackest waters
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An old man fishing
Sat all day in his boat
Drinking beer
Watching the bobber float
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At funeral sides
With widows and friends
The passing wind cries -
Yet, never stops, never ends...
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Moments that give life a lift
Come with such simple surprise, as if a gift,
Offering life more meaning and alure
With some fine spice and sweet ardor.
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He arrived like a spring shower
in the roaring '20's,
formed the impressions of his mind and soul
in the desperation of the
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Snakes sometimes bite
without hissing, and
too many girls
don't like kissing -
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I search for Paradise
in your eyes,
I no longer believe
my own lies.
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I thought I saw you cry
when I thought
I dreamed how to fly.
But I awoke
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I find more and more
That I need
Less and less
Of the things
...