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‘At Ain’t No Bunk!

Ah seed a young feller in a lil blue car

Ah node ride away heez a row-day-o star

Is bucket-sized at wuz black azz night

Wuz a look on ‘is face, sayed he’s a ready ta fight

 

calf roper

Ah node loss a cowboyz long time aygo

Most from a drugstore an not row-day-os

They chawed toobaca, cussed an drunk beer

Wore pointy-toe boots an was never afeared

 

They rode ‘em a bull, wuz juss a machine

An roped a old cow a munchin its feed

Them boyz wood fight if a dood drop ‘is ‘at

Or if a consarn galoot hit dare boot winny spat

 

Yep, ah use-ta ride wit a orneree bunch

We rode are horze an got are nose puncht

Them wuz a dayz when we wuz fulla some spunk

Now it’s cowchiz we ride, an ‘at ain’t no bunk

 

Copyright © 2012 C. Mashburn

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Then… There Be Silence

Our world can be dark, but there is light. Our world can be chaotic, but there is peace. I have found that the light and peace are always there, and all we have to do is turn toward them and focus on them. Too many souls quit the search and refuse to turn away from the chaotic darkness. I wish it wasn’t so. Read the rest of this entry »

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If You Say So…

 “In Accordance With Fact or Reality,” is the dictionary’s definition of “true.” And so I’ve come to the conclusion the word “true” is no longer a reality because, the fact is… truth has become a personal and individual thing. A choice. Read the rest of this entry »

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What’s Next?

In one of my earliest blog posts, Weird, Isn’t It?, I asked the question, “Where’s everybody going?” We’re always in a hurry to get to one place, so we can do whatever there, then rush to the next place and the next thing. Well, we started young. Read the rest of this entry »

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It Was Bound To Happen!

This is a true story. It happened in the summer of 1998 when Sherry and I lived in Pflugerville. It was a dawning of the ages, I suspect. I hope it brings a smile to your face; it does mine, every time I read it.

The Grouchy Old Man

 Was not long ago this happenin’ happent

On a Saturday as I best recall

Out the window I saw some kids in a tree

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Y’all Come See Us, Ya Hear!

mapI get visits to my blog from many different countries, but the last few days, it seems like I’m getting more than usual. Here’s a list of countries from which people have visited the blog in the last seven days: United States, United Kingdom, Sweden, Italy, France, South Korea, Angola, St Kitts& Nevis, Russia, Australia, Madagascar, European Union, Bangladesh, Brazil, Belarus, and India.

Pretty cool, I reckon!

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Obsessing… Still

Obsessing Still

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My first new car. I still dream about it sometimes; finding it in an old barn, maybe.

In my youth I was obsessed

The automobile and its awesome power

Owned me

Its only rival the music that

Moved me

Or were they partners in the game 

Both have ceased to call to me

 

And yet… I find myself obsessing still

But now… with being still

Absorbing silence

Breathing deep of the rose

Rendered odorless by man’s fumbling desire

To make things “better”

 

In the void, seeking; sometimes finding

Blessed inner peace

Wanting nothing more

Hoping for nothing less

Obsessing on its promised caress

All else… scattering in the road

Behind me

 

Now and then, glancing up to the mirror

Watching… as the silent movie plays

Parts and pieces bouncing and tumbling

Into the muddy ditch of the past

Once filled with the raging waters

Of my life

 

Copyright © 2012 C. Mashburn

 

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