Smoky Hoss

Gold Star - 9,028 Points (01 may 1962 / U.S.A.)

Smoky Hoss Poems

361. Train Man's Blues 9/15/2011
362. Fire Dream 8/29/2011
363. Crazy Thoughts 7/19/2011
364. Once A Road 8/25/2011
365. Sea-Saw (More Writing Fun) 1/18/2011
366. A Chance (And Hope) For All 10/16/2010
367. The Second Half 3/25/2012
368. Found 5/18/2012
369. My Soul 4/19/2012
370. Time 4/24/2012
371. Looking 5/1/2012
372. Bumblebee In The Bush 7/16/2012
373. Latent Leaving 7/17/2012
374. Keep The Fire Going 7/19/2012
375. Vision At Little Bighorn 5/24/2012
376. Enough 4/6/2012
377. Falling Leaves (Leaves Me Pondering) 12/26/2011
378. Bad & Good 12/27/2011
379. Out There. 11/25/2011
380. Night Blues 1/28/2012
381. Desultoriness 1/28/2012
382. Hitchin' The Blues 2/17/2012
383. Nada Mas (Only The Poem) 9/22/2012
384. Autumn's March 9/11/2012
385. Waves 8/1/2012
386. Blow Away 10/11/2012
387. No Time 10/2/2012
388. Searcher 10/5/2012
389. The Farmer 3/30/2013
390. Delicate Demolition 5/7/2013
391. Bountiful Breeze 5/15/2013
392. Perpetuality 7/24/2014
393. Black-N-White 2/3/2014
394. Winter Coming 11/3/2013
395. Tears For A Tree 10/17/2013
396. Leaves Of Green And Brown 9/9/2013
397. Searchers 7/4/2013
398. But A Moment 8/31/2013
399. The Poets Flower Garden 8/9/2013
400. Metaphysic Circumlocution 8/21/2013
Best Poem of Smoky Hoss

Aging Poet

Come and see the old poet
Laying in his bed of ashes and dust,
His love in ruins
His mentality frozen by restless rust,
His hungry heart emptied of it's fertile blood
His souls melodic purpose nearly gone,
The mellifluous music now so silent
The end, of a once wonderful and powerful song.

What happened to this poet
With dread you may ask,
The ancient story ofcourse
The evils of age and wear, and so damned many things out there
Working away at his heart, fulfilling their wretched task.

When poets speak truth and beauty into this old ...

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It's Never Shown

Long ago I submitted a poem
That has never here shown;
And I don't understand why...
It makes me cry.

Perhaps, had it shown
Then I would have known,
The spirit of pleasure
That words of another, alone can measure.

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