OUT OF DARKNESS
A Poem by Eagle Cruagh
Release from the grasp of dark and cloying minds ---
OUT OF DARKNESS
Would but the world to ramble
Not a rumble to be seen
A warm and rosy sunshine
The world a tender place to be
No judgment in the weather
Pit Bulls have released their hold
Life`s a ramble in the heather
Breathe the cleansing cold
Gone annoyance of old leather
Made to bind and hold
None but tendrils of new blossoms
Gone thoughts of getting old
Redundant stuff from darkness
Of old closed minds and mold
God thank You for this moment
Embracing freedom that is gold
---- Eagle Cruagh
Saturday, April 27, 2013
THE GIRLS ALL GET PRETTIER AT CLOSING TIME
Warning
This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.
OH, THE GIRLS ALL GET PRETTIER
AT CLOSING TIME
Grandma`s sitting at the bar
Nobody near this chick
With her gray hair
And a little beard
Wonder what she`s do`n there
Have `nother drink Fred
`stoo early to go to bed
Check that blonde with th
Old guy over there
Bet she wishes he was dead
The band plays smash and grab
Romeos are dance`n like they
Was mad
All the girls look pretty good
But it`s early Bud me lad
Then bar-kee yells last call
Where`d the time go ?
Grab yur drink and swill it all
Gotta git more y`all
Where`s all the girls ya know
They`re all down by the door
Just stand`n there in a row
Wander by and look ,there`s Grandma
Only she`s a smashing blonde
Arm and arm she goes
Grandma hooked a kid
Young sailor by his looks
He thinks she`s twenty two
Gett`n younger too
Out the door they stumble
Marilyn Monroe has got my arm
Dang she`s nice and warm
Where you been all night I ask
And she`s just fulla charm
On the other side is Julie Juice
Man its great to rule the roost
Women fight`n fur my love
Every one winner of a beauty cup
Oh, the girls all get prettier at closing time
And every one is hook`n up
---- Eagle Cruagh
Thursday, April 25, 2013
OLD MEXICAN LONGHORN
OLD MEXICAN LONGHORN
OLD MEXICAN LONGHORN
A Poem by Eagle Cruagh
A cow`s vendetta against a small boy
OLD MEXICAN LONGHORN
Some said she was spawn of satan, but I know different,
I know that old cow was satan himself.
She had to been the onriest critter that ever appeared on
this planet.
I can still see me run’n when I was jist so high, my fat
little legs churn’n, run’n bent for leather to get away from
her. That ole longhorn eyes blaz’n fire, snort’n smoke and
ashes and boy was she after me.
I wandered out by the bunkhouse one day and ‘for I knowed what was happen’n she was make’n hay.
I made the house and the screen door slammed and the
earth shook as she pawed the ground and bellowed.
I just hid under the kitchen table and shook.
She was a caution, hell on hooves they said.
One day I had to go, you know, natures thing
I’m sitt’n on my haunches, careful not to sit on my spurs
down by the cottonwoods, out of harm’s way I thought
chew’n on a blade of grass, swatt’n an occasional fly off
my bare ass and I heard what sounded like thunder off a
ways, it was down by them thar bushes in the creek bed
that-a-way , then it turned in to bushes crash’n and I’m
gitt’n pretty scared, start to pull up my pants and --- too
late it’s that ole Mexican Longhorn and she sees me.
Shirt tail fly’n straight out behind, spurs sing’n a song,
I race for that bunkhouse but the trail is too damn long.
Just short of the door, in an old hog waller, I trip on a
spur and go full length in to that mud. Can you just
see it now? My pants down around my knees, knee deep
in mud, flat on my face, that damn Mexican Longhorn won’t
even touch me there.
I hear her off in the trees, snort’n , paw’n the ground, but
made it in to the bunkhouse and sorta got cleaned up.
It’s been come’n on for a long time now and this is the day.
Got down my ole 30-30, walk out and I’m gonna shoot that cow. I start for the bank of trees. Damn if she did’n see
me first and I thot it was the end of the earth.
The ground shook and wind roared as that ole Mexican cow
came out of them trees. I take one look and I turn tail and
run. In seconds flat, one of them long horns caught me by
the pants and next thing I know I’m fly’n through the air,
splash’n in that hog waller again.
Next fall came and went and I found out later that old Mexican Longhorn got rounded up with a bunch of yearling
steers and went off to Sooo City. Probably been ground up
for a joosey MacDonald’s and none too soon I guess.
First time I ever went to church, was in the city one day and
pass’n one of them Cathedrals I just had to stop and pray.
Deer Lord I just wanta thank ye for save’n me . You took
care of satan a while back jist when my luck was run’n out.
Thanks lord, she’d a got me fer sure if you hadn't stepped
in and took her out.
------Eagle Cruagh
OLD MEXICAN LONGHORN
A Poem by Eagle Cruagh
A cow`s vendetta against a small boy
OLD MEXICAN LONGHORN
Some said she was spawn of satan, but I know different,
I know that old cow was satan himself.
She had to been the onriest critter that ever appeared on
this planet.
I can still see me run’n when I was jist so high, my fat
little legs churn’n, run’n bent for leather to get away from
her. That ole longhorn eyes blaz’n fire, snort’n smoke and
ashes and boy was she after me.
I wandered out by the bunkhouse one day and ‘for I knowed what was happen’n she was make’n hay.
I made the house and the screen door slammed and the
earth shook as she pawed the ground and bellowed.
I just hid under the kitchen table and shook.
She was a caution, hell on hooves they said.
One day I had to go, you know, natures thing
I’m sitt’n on my haunches, careful not to sit on my spurs
down by the cottonwoods, out of harm’s way I thought
chew’n on a blade of grass, swatt’n an occasional fly off
my bare ass and I heard what sounded like thunder off a
ways, it was down by them thar bushes in the creek bed
that-a-way , then it turned in to bushes crash’n and I’m
gitt’n pretty scared, start to pull up my pants and --- too
late it’s that ole Mexican Longhorn and she sees me.
Shirt tail fly’n straight out behind, spurs sing’n a song,
I race for that bunkhouse but the trail is too damn long.
Just short of the door, in an old hog waller, I trip on a
spur and go full length in to that mud. Can you just
see it now? My pants down around my knees, knee deep
in mud, flat on my face, that damn Mexican Longhorn won’t
even touch me there.
I hear her off in the trees, snort’n , paw’n the ground, but
made it in to the bunkhouse and sorta got cleaned up.
It’s been come’n on for a long time now and this is the day.
Got down my ole 30-30, walk out and I’m gonna shoot that cow. I start for the bank of trees. Damn if she did’n see
me first and I thot it was the end of the earth.
The ground shook and wind roared as that ole Mexican cow
came out of them trees. I take one look and I turn tail and
run. In seconds flat, one of them long horns caught me by
the pants and next thing I know I’m fly’n through the air,
splash’n in that hog waller again.
Next fall came and went and I found out later that old Mexican Longhorn got rounded up with a bunch of yearling
steers and went off to Sooo City. Probably been ground up
for a joosey MacDonald’s and none too soon I guess.
First time I ever went to church, was in the city one day and
pass’n one of them Cathedrals I just had to stop and pray.
Deer Lord I just wanta thank ye for save’n me . You took
care of satan a while back jist when my luck was run’n out.
Thanks lord, she’d a got me fer sure if you hadn't stepped
in and took her out.
------Eagle Cruagh
WHAT IS BEAUTY
WHAT IS BEAUTY
A Poem by Eagle Cruagh
A look at beauty and where you find it .
What is Beauty ?
Awwww ! you know ,we see it everywhere
She is beauty and she is near
Who is beauty ?
It is she, herself, near me
My world, my dear
What ? you spoke of beauty ?
Of course and where ?
Looking up at her like in to heaven
And she who brings me there
Describe her
Certainly , catch an Angel
Bring me the wings
For I need gossamer things
Let me see a child at play
And you have seen all I can say
What about Beauty ?
I don`t know, I am mortal you know
She is my girl that`s plain to see
And there you have it , beauty
I know what she brings to me
An angel`s voice with silky wings
And a lovely shape and other things
But all is wasted , deep down, more
Unless you hear the tortured soul
That grieves for life and loves the poor
She is pathos, empathy, love
But that is empty as sky above
What is beauty, a loving way
Loving God as he looks today
Abiding you and loving me, hey
That may be beauty but who can say
For mortal man to describe his girl
Is like forcing ocean waves to curl
Who am I to write this way
About such an indescribable play
Tripping across her features when she smiles
Gazing out across the miles of breathless
Plains filled with the treasure of God
And back to hold his leaves of grass
Not yet touching , not near , always less
For no man yet has even closed this wondrous scene
This realm of man and yet not touched
A hint perhaps, but still unseen
Describe beauty in a little smile a tiny curl
You see, beauty is my girl
-----Eagle Cruagh
© 2013 Eagle Cruagh
A TASTE OF THE GOOD LIFE
A TASTE OF THE GOOD LIFE
A Poem by Eagle Cruagh
Warning
This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.
A TASTE OF THE GOOD LIFE
A Poem by Eagle Cruagh
symbolic look at love .
Warning
This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.
A TASTE OF THE GOOD LIFE
My eyes caress her smiling face
From down by dimpled knee
I stare up into such loving grace
That sighing surrendered all to me
Hot, generous , sultry eyes
Into those eyes I stare
While up into my living ties
With sighs my soul is bare
Wet moist parted lips
Inviting me to dine
I hesitate then my face dips
For the Angel now is mine
She loves me I can tell
Her eyes sleepy beg my time
For I can please her and so well
I learned with her in our prime
----- Eagle Cruagh
NOSTALGIA
NOSTALGIA
A Poem by Eagle Cruagh
Looking inward and behind.
NOSTALGIA
I tried to write a poem
Because my love she asked me too
She said , "my love, please write for me"
"You say such pretty things
And when we pass from this sweet life
Your thoughts nostalgia brings"
Suddenly her fragrance fills me
Like she is in the room
I close my eyes and flowers bloom
Like photo`s in the air
My sweet fair love reclining now
Like nostalgia , but she is there
Shaking cobwebs from my brain
The mist of coming rain
Morning dew from a lowly branch
Fluttering wings of dove
You live in these and other things
My angel from above
How to make you understand
That life without you would end
You are my sweet eternal love
Our tenderness in all travail
With the certainty of a river`s bend
You rise before me frail
I hope you understand my Sweet
Mere words cannot replace
The warmth we hold so dear
The veils of heaven and the corridors
Of hell will never make this clear
I`m you`re canvas and you`re my lace
---- Eagle Cruagh
A Poem by Eagle Cruagh
Looking inward and behind.
NOSTALGIA
I tried to write a poem
Because my love she asked me too
She said , "my love, please write for me"
"You say such pretty things
And when we pass from this sweet life
Your thoughts nostalgia brings"
Suddenly her fragrance fills me
Like she is in the room
I close my eyes and flowers bloom
Like photo`s in the air
My sweet fair love reclining now
Like nostalgia , but she is there
Shaking cobwebs from my brain
The mist of coming rain
Morning dew from a lowly branch
Fluttering wings of dove
You live in these and other things
My angel from above
How to make you understand
That life without you would end
You are my sweet eternal love
Our tenderness in all travail
With the certainty of a river`s bend
You rise before me frail
I hope you understand my Sweet
Mere words cannot replace
The warmth we hold so dear
The veils of heaven and the corridors
Of hell will never make this clear
I`m you`re canvas and you`re my lace
---- Eagle Cruagh
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
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