Tag Archives: Friendship

BLOOD

BLOOD

The drums of war are beating again
and all the brave young boys
are leaving their mothers
to go off and be men

And they all will be changed
for the better or worse
and many a blessing
lies under a curse

And if they come back at all
when they come back from war
they’ll have friends oh my friends
like they’ve not had before

Yes the friends they make here
midst the death and the fear
are friends that grow dear
and yet dearer each year

For a new family is formed
in the sand and the mud
where each man learns
blood is thicker
than blood

NEVER MORE BEAUTIFUL

NEVER MORE BEAUTIFUL
(for Lee Cherry)

Visited last year and again last month
with old friend Lee in Tennessee

Ten years and more of cancer
and that Chattannooga choo choo
may be pulling out soon

The skin has become
more and more transparent
the soul more and more shining through

I expect by the next time we drop in
a floating glimpse of Alice’s cat
with a Mona Lisa grin

PINCHER CREEK ALBERTA

PINCHER CREEK ALBERTA

Mid June and Cowboy Poets back in town
voices hoarse from long winter’s silence

And a thousand and more are here to hear
for the poets have been listening all year

Listening to the cattle and the coyotes
and the Northern Lights at nights

And they have been reminded
and being reminded they remember
and remembering they come here to remind

And just listening we remember
and unwind

EYES OF FRIENDS

EYES OF FRIENDS

While out pursuing life’s dim ends
we often meet the eyes of friends

It’s great to feel that magnet’s pull
the hearts becoming warm and full

There may be time to stop and stare
and many years of love and care

Or maybe silent and by chance
just a brief brief moment’s glance

It doesn’t really matter much
the contact’s made we feel the touch

Though if we ask of hows and whys
and what’s the magic of those eyes

They do what mirrors can’t quite do
they let you see right through to you

THOUGHTS ON A DEBBIE MOMENT

THOUGHTS
ON
A DEBBIE MOMENT

Debbie, a great friend of mine, died too young
and in too much pain in Houston about five
years ago now

This moment just sneaked up on me
earlier this year

Can’t help wondering how many people
are having Debbie moments now in New
York and around the world from what
happened just six weeks ago

How many people in the world in the last
five years having Debbie moments from
a hole blown in their sky

COFFEE HOUSE HOUSTON

COFFEE HOUSE HOUSTON

Sitting outside around the round table
Dallas and Buda and the boys
coffee cigarettes and stories

Inside of each, tables within tables
other Budas, other Dallases
votes being taken and taken again

A clear enough majority
though far from unanimous
Texas sunshine helped the swing

Fine then, another cigarette
another coffee – one more story
nobody’s in a hurry ‘round here

ROBIN

ROBIN

Robin is a pelican
she flies with perfect grace
swims with perfect grace
moves with perfect grace

Pelicans swim with Robin as a sister
pelicans are very old and wise
they know a pelican
can be a beautiful woman

Humans are not so wise
but there is a way to know
if a beautiful woman is a pelican

Robin is a pelican
when she opens to feed you
you can taste her heart

MARHESHA’S DREAM

MARHESHA’S DREAM

She opens a door
into a huge domed stadium filled with men
women and children, in costumes of all the ages

She knows that they are all there for her
to set up any drama at any time
to learn any lesson she needs to learn

She closes the door
and walks down the corridor

Another door to a storage closet
Inside big barrels labeled
“PLOT THICKENER”