Biography of MacGregor Tagliaferro
Cowboy poet/lyricist/philosopher grew up on a ranch on the High Plains. A good day is any day that includes strong coffee, a warm fire, iced tea, red wine, readin', writin' and a soft touch.
My poems and lyrics are about love or the lack thereof. W. B. Yeats said, 'I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood – sex and the dead.' I could not agree more. I have another website where the topic is all about the dead.
I loved a beautiful woman but she loved me not. She was my friend and muse and that was enough so that the Muse of Beauty spoke to me often. Then I lost her and now the only muse that speaks to me is the Dark Muse.
Cowboy poet from morning break
Wrote until the close of light,
Never a day too long to make
One word or sentence right
MacGregor Tagliaferro Poems
Dear pretty muse, open your eyes, How can I sleep when you lie near? Were I with you all night I could, From sleep be free and never need.
The Day We Met
The day we met Stands apart From all the other days In my memories
The Lack Thereof
Amid the mystic fields of dreams I wandered, and came on a grave. Breathlessly still was all around Yet breathin' with an easy heart;
Those eyes that set my thoughts and dreams on fire, Those winsome lips that hold my heart in chains, Those lovely legs which conquered my desire, That wit which of my thoughts does hold the reins
Fall Into Her
He was so tired He had not slept well He needed to check on the horses He needed to split and stack some wood
I remember, longingly, when Your lips, which I adored, would touch Mine, and your lovely fingers clutched My heart, and I in turn clutched yours;
Into The Silence
When it was all over He returned to the house He went up into the bedroom And saw her dress
We woke early in the mornin' I brought her coffee in bed. We worked out then washed each other I started writin' on the porch
Thinkin' of Paris Always begins and ends With thoughts of you and how you brought
Sun shinin' down Stars fill the sky Give me shelter Though without you
Hold The Heart
Something magical happens In bein' with a woman Who can hold the heart and soul Of an inamorato
Full woman, supple flesh, hot moon Thick smell of pine trees down by the river What obscure brilliance opens between two lovers What ancient need does a woman touch with her senses
Every Damn day Every Dark day
He finally stopped talkin' A wave of relief washed over him Surprised how easily came the words As easily as how the words came
Thinkin' of Paris
Always begins and ends
With thoughts of you
and how you brought
even more light
to La Ville-Lumière.
of your beauty