Smoky Hoss Poems

Three in the mornin'
ridin' back to camp from the Bar in Post, been drinkin',
cussin', fightin' and shootin' pool with amigos, Mexicans,
just havin' fun, like good ol' Texicans -
...

There's something wild comin'
I can feel it in my bones,
something really good comin'
comin' home!
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So many people
want to know,
Where has God gone?
Can you prove He/She is real?
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Been thinkin' real hard
been thinkin' real strong
been thinkin' 'bout
writtin' me a song -
...

Let's hear it
for all those men and women,
who live by
an endless vision -
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Sometimes I see you
standing all alone out there.
I smile and wave, as you vanish
into thin air.
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I cannot find my voice.
I only hear it echo, here and there;
In Groucho Marx's laughter at conventional-stuffiness
and Frederick Buechner's words of true understanding,
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In the green
sun lit dream
of flowering times
and beautiful minds,
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The old bomber's on the ramp;
flew in just for show.
Gawkers, dreamers, and memories hang around
like ghosts, lost after World War Two -
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A smoking darkness at end of
day
has fallen down
upon the deep blue
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