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Conquerin’ the Broncos

They put all kinds in front of me,

To show me up as some kinda wannabe.

I didn’t need no hat or lasso,

To rule this school yard rodeo.

 

First bull was a human bronco.

‘Big Craig’ they called ‘im.

Hitchhikers all dived on top,

He just shrugged ‘em all off.

 

So in came I, ‘Big Dan’,

Born and raised a lucky man.

With all mah lucks and all mah joints,

I held onto Big Craig,

For dear life and all them points.

 

School record was 2 seconds,

Ah shattered it with nineteen.

No one came close to being so lean an’ mean.

I’m bronco-fightin’ machine!

 

Yee-haa!

 

Second bull was this ‘ere machine.

All mechanical it was.

Me conquerin’ Craig in record time,

I was the first brave varmint in line.

 

In no time at all…

Ah broke the darn handle!

Me! First on that day,

An that robo-bull couldn’t take rough play!

 

Five seconds, ah broke handle!

And it shook me off,

Ah couldn’t hold candle.

But that bull was put on a leash.

An I came back,

Ah had a lesson to teach!

 

One minute, 28 seconds!

My record stood tall!

Unmatched score, defiant to all!

I beat the machine more than the human!

I’m the bronco’s sheriff, ya darn tootin’!

 

Yippee kye-yay!

 

Third bull…is a proper born and bred,

100% organic beef bull.

This one…ah haven’t actually crossed paths with yet.

 

What would happen?

 

Are ya crazy, partner?!

 

I don’t wanna be gored by no pissed-off bull!

 

Ah run, Forest, run!

 

I’ve conquered the human and mechanical bull!

That’s red enough for me!

 

By D.C. Wood (24.04.08)

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Bedruthan Steps

Chaotic stair-case, encountered on your trip.

Precipice of discovery and doom.

One firm foot…or one false slip.

 

The trek begins playfully, as you dance and skip.

But a wrong turn can turn sunny skies to gloom.

Chaotic stair-case, encountered on your trip.

 

The ugly beauty is intoxicating. Here’s a tip;

One wrong move allows death flowers to bloom

One firm foot…or one false slip.

 

Breathtaking to behold; the view is hip

to explorers; it’s a positive boon!

Chaotic stair-case, encountered on your trip.

 

Horrible rocks to give you a permanent kip.

Beautiful waves on the beach to swoon.

One firm foot…or one false slip.

 

A sight that will either grip you with love’s lips,

or employ the phobia grip all-too-soon.

Chaotic stair-case, encountered on your trip.

One firm foot…or one false slip.

 

By D.C. Wood (09.09.12)

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Assault Below Zero

Normalcy is the still and the grey.

Dull skies for travellers who stay.

Some days, be blessed by the sun.

Most days, go on the run –

Wind & rain always maim pedestrian prey.

 

However, there is the rare day,

of rainbows, red skies and other Josephs’ play

when Mother Nature’s cruelty has some fun

upon Assault Below Zero.

 

You don’t see it. So they say.

When it hits, it hits hard – this Winter Doomsday.

All colours shall fade, even grey will succumb.

So says the clean, crisp white of oblivion.

Life drains, time stops, innocence will pay.

It’s Assault Below Zero.

 

By D.C. Wood (05.02.2013)

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