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Absaroka, cutthroats swim in hordes, firebrand crosses the trout stream to Cody, her saddle shifts and creaks, rancid air of buffalo slaughter reeks - vision soars over the mountain peaks, sabatoged wagon wheel with a weak linch pin flies with the eagle, she spurs the horse, gold dust paints Jeremiah Johnson's mirage, no remorse, something's about to go down,
meanwhile, bullets rip in the Rivers Saloon, outlaws - goldminers - the firebrand's woman lover fires off her Colt, baptizes the brass spittoon, good, bad, "talk about my woman ugly, spill blood on her quill - I'll haunt you in your cold grave - pussy is a great scene in the buffalo era, you put her head in a hangman's noose in the gallows, you'd best make that rope strong enough to hold back the Nez Perce Appaloosas" -
firebrand rides through the Cavalry cemetery, warhoops and scalps, she lopes through the mesquite-patch sage, takes her name from it, whiskey cost two-bits a pint, peach nipple brandy even less, saloons line the streets, buzzards looking for something to die, swearing soiled doves shout for bed customers from the brothel doorways, plains rifles and .56 calibers, the firebrand's woman lover just two inches above her navel, fall upon each other in hard times, f***ing, "I've heard about it plenty," says the firebrand, "lured you with gold dust, paints Jeremiah Johnson's mirage, no remorse, something's about to go down, the hat-waving vigilantes and hoboes, admiring onlookers, "we wanna buy her" -
lugging her tired saddle, the firebrand rests, that's the way the vision went - anyway...
The Lavender Outlaw is in the House! The Firebrand Rocks! Sage Sweetwater's Authors Den poetry being transcribed to song by Iceland Songwriter Finnur Bjarki Sage Sweetwater Lesbian Songwriter Inducted into Porterhouse Music http://porterhouse.aiminghigh.is/??
interesting poem, I was quite entertained. I do wonder why you choose to use my name. you didn't have my permission, though not anyone could understand how I know it refers to me. oh but I will do the honor, for this poem, of a nice simple worded review like your many fans.
I think this poem is quite action filled for a beginner and once you find your own unique style you will surely fall amongst the very talented. adorable, though, to see such a new sparkle in the eye of the amateur writer. keep it up, you inspire me. >:)
Sage I do believe you lived in the old west and have returned to make it real for those of us who are fascinated with it. Outstanding storytelling as always.
The niceties of Heat And Dust, this reminds me of, coupled with the raw roughness of a gouchos jockstrap. Even chapped lips have their own peculiar beauty in a certain sort of light, in a certain phase of being when blood, dirt and guts are the stuff of libido. Nothing like some good, honest toil to induce a muck sweat. Earthiness becomes you. And your reviews of my own Tess writes bowled me over, Sage... I now live on the edge of a massive Bird Reserve on the edge of one of the world's largest natural harbours. The over-wintering of birds and seasonal migrations is something I am longing to get heavily into. Be well and forever seeing, love Kate xx
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I think this poem is quite action filled for a beginner and once you find your own unique style you will surely fall amongst the very talented. adorable, though, to see such a new sparkle in the eye of the amateur writer. keep it up, you inspire me. >:)
Chrissy
Love,
Eileen
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Sandie May Angel :o)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Blessed be! :)