Biography of Smoky Hoss
A lack of literary artifice is no sin,
So long as the way of the words invite the soul in.
'Poets are used to discovering, years after a poem is written, what it's really about.'
-Kathleen Norris (from: 'The Cloister Walk')
'To live is to fly
Both low and high.'
-Townes Van Zandt
'You don't choose a life,
you live it.'
'There ain't no dark
Until something shines,
I'm bound to leave
This dark behind.'
-Townes Van Zandt
'There's alot more standing here
Than what you see,
My back is bending low
But my spirit's flyin' free,
This ol' bag of bones
Ain't really me.'
'The poet says, Here, let me show you something. That is, let me help you to see something as you have not seen it before.'
-N. Scott Momaday
There is always a presence of a great Absence.
Smoky Hoss's Works:
Smoky Hoss Poems
Come and see the old poet Laying in his bed of ashes and dust, His love in ruins His mentality frozen by restless rust,
Don't we all wonder, remotely - in ways we cannot even fully understand - 'What's this all about? ' Age has invaded our mind
Cat & I
There we sat Just me and the cat, Upon a bench overlooking the river Thames, The cat turned to me
The black-eyed Susans are gone, the question of fall has begun.
A Young Mans Dream
When I was barely a teen I heard a rock-n-roll singer sing, Something about a sweet and fast little thing - Said she was the finest thing he'd ever seen
My mind is in the serried, towering clouds On the long and distant horizon. Big, beautiful, bouyant, and bright, full of wild wonder;
Cats and dogs Chickens and hogs Lumps in the 'taters And bumps on a log -
A Different Look
Go, sit out at night be watched by the moon, stars and milky way, stay, and love those incredible sights until dawn breaks fresh upon a whole new day.
Where has my little toy train gone? The one I got for Christmas long, long ago.
Prints In The Sand
In the sand at the lakeshore I leave a footprint. So quickly -and easily- a wave comes stealing the print from the sand,
' For the beginning is assuredly the end -since we know nothing, pure and simple, beyond our own complexities. ' - William Carlos Williams
Freight Train Fever
He put the handcuffs on me behind my back, threw me in the car right beside the railroad tracks;
A Brief Pause On Earth
The sun sets In reflected glances, The wind purr's In delicate dances-
I recall the times I'd dance on life's delicate toes, Always believing The faster I'd live, the more of living I would know -