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Cowboy’s Reincarnation

Cowboy's Reincarnation“What is reincarnation?” A cowboy asked his friend.

“Well it starts” His old pal told him, “when your life comes to an end.”

They wash your face, and comb your hair, and clean your finger nails.

Then they stick you in a padded box, away for life’s travails.

Next, the box and you go in a hole that’s been dug in the ground.

It’s then that reincarnation starts, when your planted neath that mound.

The clods melt down, as does the box, and you who are inside.

And now you’re well into your transformation ride.

In a while the grass will grow upon that rendered mound,

and then one day upon that spot a lone  flower will be found. 

And maybe a horse will wander by and graze upon that flower,

that once was you and has now become your vegatative bower.

Well, the flower eaten by the horse along with other feed

makes bone, and fat and muscle essential to the steed.

But there’s a part that he can’t use, and so it passes through,

and lies there on the ground, this thing that once was you.

And if by chance, I happen by and see this on the ground,

i’ll pause a while and ponder on this object I have found.

I’ll think of reincarnation and life and death and such, 

and go away concluding, heck, you haven’t changed that much.

By Wallace McRae

Edited by Leon Ripplinger

Do Not Label Me

Perfectly said!

soulgifts - Telling Tales

do not label

I may be

Black or white or yellow

Or any shades between

Do not label me

*

I may be

Hetero or metro or gay

Or any shades between

Do not label me

do not label 2

I  may be

young or old or adult

or any shades between

Do not label me

*

I may be

Muslim or Christian or Agnostic

or any shades between

Do not label me

do not label 3

I may be

many shades of differentness

Underneath that label

whatever it may be

I am just like you

and you and you

*

Labels tend to

stick and stay

And leave a sticky mess

so

 hard

to remove

do not label 1

So best

not to

 label me  at all

Just call me

by

my

name

*

and add an

adjective or two

if there be a need

to describe

something

more

that

paints a picture

of my

essence

do not label 4

© Raili Tanska

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As A Man Thinketh

believe
As A Man Thinketh
If you think you’re beaten you are.
If you think you dare not, you don’t.
If you’d like to win but you think you can’t
it’s almost a cinch you won’t.
If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost,
For out in the world we find,
Success begins with a fellows will
it’s all in the state of mind.
If you think you are outclassed you are.
You’ve got to think high to rise,
You’ve got to be sure of yourself,
Before you can ever win a prize.
Life’s battles don’t always go
to the stronger or faster man.
But sooner or later the man who wins,
is the man who thinks he can.
Author Unknown

Why I Love America

Arches Utah at SunsetI will tell you why I love America?
Give me a moment and I’ll explain.
Have you seen a Utah sunset
or a Montana rain?
Have you been fishing on a bayou
down Louisiana way?
Have you walked on the Bridge called
Golden Gate
Over San Francisco Bay?
Have you seen an eagle soaring
high above the Virginia pines,
Or heard the New York City traffic
where Time Square shines?
Does the call of Bryce Canyon thrill you
with all the red rocks galore?
Do you look with awesome wonder
at the Massachusetts shore,
Where men were brave in a big new world
first walked on Plymouth’s rock.
Do you also think of the great men
that lead and never mock
Have you seen a drifting snowflake
in the Tetons way up high?
Have you seen the bright sun come blazing
from a blue Nevada sky?
Do you rejoice when you see the Columbia
rush to the sea,
or say a prayer at Gettysburg
knowing freedom isn’t free?
Have you honored the men at
Mount Rushmore?
Have you seen the mighty Mississippi
flow along Missouri’s shore?
Have you seen a Wyoming snow drift
on a cold winter’s day?
Or watch a storm unfold
her thunderous display?
When you say, “Aloha” it makes you warm.
When you see a surf come roaring in
along Maui’s reef
do you stare in disbelief?
From Alaska’s gold to the Everglades
From the Rio Grande to Maine,
My heart rejoices, my spirit soars,
at the greatness of her domain.
I will tell you why I love America?
there are a million reasons why:
My magnificent America,
beneath God’s big blue sky.

By Leonard Fish

Inspired by the poem by John Mitchem America why I Love Her

Can’t Judge a Book by it’s Cover

Man with tattoo
He was covered with tattoos
Skin art galore
How trashy, I thought
I could look at him no more
I disliked him immensely
For his arty obsession
And right then and there
I formed a hasty impression
Circumstances brought us together
Closer than I would have dared
And I was forced to get to know him
When his soul to me he bared
He is only human, I came to realize
With love in his heart and pain in his eyes
How wrong I was about him,
I felt so much shame
To hate him, distrust him,
to ridicule and blame
Can’t judge a book by its cover
It has often been said
I truly believe that
Now I look deeper instead.
Patty E Padgett.

Thank you Patty for being inspired.