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A cowboy from down Pecos way,
On the bulls he just couldn't stay.
So he bought super glue,
Then said proudly I knew,
I could stick to the bulls one fine day.

quote by by Juan Olivarez (16 March 2011)
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The breeding programs for the bulls have improved significantly. The bulls are at a much higher caliber.

quote by Chris LeDoux
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Bull Fighting

Bullfighting

Early morning on the flatland between Portugal and Seville a cockerel crews,
its hoarse wakeup call carries for miles. Vaqueros are already on the grassland
separating bulls form a herd; the bulls are five years old and have been chosen
for the bullfight. Within a week the selected bulls will be dead, slaughtered on
an arena of sawdust and sand, they have been allowed to roam free for years.
Most animals only live a few years, mostly in a pen, and never see grassland
before they are killed. How can meat eaters demonstrate, call for the abolition
of bullfighting? This sport, the only one, where an animal has a chance to kill its
assassin. I’m on a bus heading for Seville to see bullfighting, yes, I do admire bull
fighting; if lucky I might see one of the chosen bulls kills the toreador.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Keeping The Hundred Healthy Bulls

in keeping a hundred healthy bulls
inside my chest
i keep my fences high and strong
but for how long?

the hundred healthy bulls
are kicking their hoofs
and hungrily breathing and dreaming
and soon
will be running

for how long?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pecos Bill

Now Pecos Bill was quite a cowboy down in Texas
Why, he's the Western Superman to say the least
He was the roughest, toughest critter, never known to be a quitter
'Cause he never had no fear of man nor beast
So yippee-i-ay-i-ya, yippee-i-o
He's the toughest critter west of the Alamo
Once he roped a raging cyclone out of nowhere
Then he straddled it and settled down with ease
And while that cyclone bucked and flitted, Pecos rolled a smoke and lit it
And he tamed that ornery wind down to a breeze
So yippee-i-ay-i-ya, yippee-i-o
He's the toughest critter west of the Alamo
Now once there was a drought that spread all over Texas
So to sunny Californy he did go
And though the gag is kind of corny, he brought rain from Californy
And that's the way we got the Gulf of Mexico
So yippee-i-ay-i-ya, yippee-i-o
He's the toughest critter west of the Alamo
Now once a band of rustlers stole a herd of cattle
But they didn't know the herd they stole was Bill's
And when he caught them crooked villains
Pecos knocked out all their fillings
That's the reason why there's gold them thar hills
So yippee-i-ay-i-ya, yippee-i-o
He's the toughest critter west of the Alamo
Pecos lost his way while traveling on the desert (Water, water, water...)
It was ninety miles across the burning sand (Water, water, water...)
He knew he'd never reach the border (Water...)
If he didn't get some water (Water...)
So he got a stick and dug the Rio Grande
(Yodeling)
While a tribe of painted Indians did a wardance
Pecos started shooting up their little game
He gave those redskins such a shakeup
That they jumped out of their makeup
That's how the Painted Desert got it's name
So yippee-i-ay-i-ya, yippee-i-o
He's the toughest critter west of the Alamo
While reclining on a cloud high over Texas
With his guns he made the stars evaporate
Then Pecos saw them stars declining
So he left one brightly shining
As the emblem of the Lone Star Texas State
So yippee-i-ay-i-ya, yippee-i-o
He's the toughest critter west of the Alamo
So yippee-i-ay-i-ya, yippee-i-o
He's the emblem of the Lone Star Texas State

song performed by by Nickel Creek
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A Parable

a frog, always the frog
has always been a frog
servant to the fog, but
one frog one day decides
to be a bull to the dismay
of the frogs in that little pond
to the ridicule of the bulls
nearby but the frog learns
to be a bull and bully has
he become until one day
he gains the respect of the
other bulls to the pleasure
of the sun to the disdain
of the fog on the hills

nothing is impossible
to the power of the mind
this the frog follows
through and through

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rodeo

His eyes are cold and restless
His wounds have almost healed
And shed give half of texas
Just to change the way he feels
She knows his loves in tulsa
And she knows hes gonna go
Well, it aint no woman, flesh and blood
Its that damned old rodeo.
(chorus)
Well, its bulls and blood
Its dust and mud
Its the roar of a sunday crowd
Its the white in his knuckles
The gold in the buckle
Hell win the next go round
Its boots and chaps
Its cowboy hats
Its spurs and latigo
Its the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo.
She does her best to hold him
When his love comes to call
But his need for it controls a man
And her backs against the wall
And its so long girl, Ill see you.
When its time for him to go
You know the woman wants her cowboy
Like he wants his rodeo
*chorus*
Itll drive a cowboy crazy
Itll drive the man insane
And hell sell off everything he owns
Just to pay to play her game
And a broken home and some broken bones
Is all hell have to show
For all the years that he spent chasin
This dream they call rodeo.
*chorus*
Well, its bulls and blood
Its dust and mud
Its the roar of a sunday crowd
Its the white in his knuckles
The gold in the buckle
Hell win the next go round
Its boots and chaps
Its cowboy hats
Its spurs and latigo
Its the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo.
Its the broncs and the blood
Its the steers and the mud
And they call the thing rodeo

song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Bulls and Bears

Markets crashed
Hopes dashed
Brokers lashed
Doctors cashed
traders bashed
Overnight bankrupt
Shutters shut
Investors harassed
Analysts embarrassed
Govt. appeals
Don’t desperate feel
Markets volatile
Remain agile
Strong fundamentals
Good long term potential
Global concerns
Markets govern
Recession- sub prime crisis
Inflation-sky high prices
Bears overpower
Bulls run for cover
Bears or bulls
Markets pulls
Smart picks
Take risks
I f you are Weak hearted
Stay away from the markets.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Stuck On You

(words & music by aaron schroeder - j. leslie mcfarland)
You can shake an apple off an apple tree
Shake-a, shake- sugar,
But youll never shake me
Uh-uh-uh
No-sir-ee, uh, uh
Im gonna stick like glue,
Stick because im
Stuck on you
Gonna run my fingers thru your long black hair
Squeeze you tighter than a grizzly bear
Uh-uh-uh,
Yes-sir-ee, uh, uh
Im gonna stick like glue
Stick, because im
Stuck on you
Hide in the kitchen, hide in the hall
Aint gonna do you no good at all
cause once I catch ya and the kissin starts
A team o wild horses couldnt tear us apart
Try to take a tiger from his daddys side
Thats how love is gonna keep us tied
Uh-uh-uh
Yes-sir-ee, uh,uh
Im gonna stick like glue
Stick, because im
Stuck on you

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Over With A Revolver

It's already over.
Revolver in hand so steady.
Oh my god I'm so ready.
All I can see a bulls eye right above your head.
Trust me when I say your dead.
Snuff out before you even know what's going on.
An absence of all emotion.

Closure too so many traumatic events.
From the mountain into the great valley is the descent.
The weight is so heavy.
Yet I'm still dragging it.
Sooner or latter we all have let it go.
And this time it is all I know.

It's already over.
Revolver in hand so steady.
Oh my god I'm so ready.
All I can see a bulls eye right above your head.
Trust me when I say your dead.
Snuff out before you even know what's going on.
An absence of all emotion.

Such devotion has been through such a roller coaster ride.
An ocean tells me secrets of making a disposal.
Time to get rid of the time when you made your proposal.
An identity I must hide.
Let smoke and mirrors reflect the biggest lie.
An illusion within the eyes.

It's already over.
It's already over.
Oh my god it's already over.
Revolver in hand so steady.
Oh my god I'm so ready.
All I can see a bulls eye right above your head.
Trust me when I say your dead.
Snuff out before you even know what's going on.
An absence of all emotion.

I blame no one.
I blame everyone.
A fault can not be defined by a single event.
An preposterous idea that it was something that you could prevent.
The poison was already in my system.
It spoke in demon tongues.
A evil energy already breathing among the living.
My heart was already gone.

It's already over.
Revolver in hand so steady.
Oh my god I'm so ready.
All I can see a bulls eye right above your head.
Trust me when I say your dead.
Snuff out before you even know what's going on.
An absence of all emotion.

It's already over.
It's already over.
Oh my god it's already over.
Revolver in hand so steady.
Oh my god I'm so ready.
All I can see a bulls eye right above your head.
Trust me when I say your dead.
Snuff out before you even know what's going on.
An absence of all emotion.
Of all emotion.

The tears will never fall again.
A mother is cradling a already forgotten grave.
The death to the foolish moth willing to enter flame.
A forsaken child of god is one that does not know he has sinned.
A sentence of unknown hurt and pain.
An experience of the insane.
He sits upon the killing fields with bloody hands.
For him this is no game and it will have no easy ending.

It's already over.
It's already over.
Oh my god it's already over.
Revolver in hand so steady.
Oh my god I'm so ready.
All I can see a bulls eye right above your head.
Trust me when I say your dead.
Snuff out before you even know what's going on.
An absence of all emotion.
Of all emotion.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Super Sadist

Super angry
Super hated
Super evil
Super serrated
Super guitar
Super faded
Never sad sad sad

Super hated
Super sarcastic
Super sedated
The super sadist

Keeps his hands in his mouth
That's gold plated
Hates himself more and more
Cause he's made it
Super evil
Super jaded
Never sad sad sad

Super hated
Super sarcastic
Super sedated
The super sadist

Super high tech
Super pay check
Super ego
Super hate pro
Super cautious
Super nauseous
Never sad sad sad

Super all gone
Super hold on
Super ego
Super phenomenon
Super destroy
Super small boy
Never sad sad sad

Super asshole
Super nothing

song performed by by Jack Off Jill from Sexless Demons And Scars
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Right On The Money

Lets begin with the day I met her
How fast this good old boys world got better
Sky got bluer, the grass got greener
Just the first few seconds after I first seen her
Like my favorite song on a new set of speakers
My best old jeans and my broke in sneakers
A home run pitch floating right down the middle
The sweet music made when the bow hits the fiddle
Shes
Right on the money
She goes directly to my heart
And when it comes to loving me
Shes everything, I mean bulls eye perfect
Shes right on the money
Shes no red lights when Ive overslept
Shes a three point jump shot thats nothing but net
A hand full of aces, the dealers done dealing
Im forever on a roll, thats how shes got me feeling
Shes
Right on the money
She goes direct to my heart
And when it comes to loving me, shes everything, I mean bulls eye perfect
Shes
Right on the money
Shes the best cook thats ever melted cheese
I aint much around the house, but I aim to please
Theres absolutely no reason to doubt her
When she says I wouldnt last ten minutes without her
Shes
Right on the money
She goes directly to my heart
And when it comes to loving me
Shes everything, I mean bulls eye perfect
Shes
Right on the money

song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Late Night Movies

I wear denim trousers and a matching jacket in winters, this because
I always wanted to be a cowboy, the simple life, what can be simpler
than herding cows. I can’t afford buying a horse but nearly bought
a donkey once, but I have no stable and couldn’t leave it in room,
one can’t toilet train beasts; they will only knock the door down to
go outside for a pee. Oddly enough, once upon a time my living room
was a stable, a big pile of dry manure was the first that greeted me
when I bought the dwelling. But times moves on there are no beasts
of burden left, only tractors litter the landscape and the good smell
of sweaty animals has been replaced by diesel fumes.I wouldn’t mind
being a monk especially now that my sexual drive is in a steep decline,
but I’m not ascetic or contemplative enough so fit in. So I’ll stick to
being a horseless cowboy while trying to walk like john Wayne and
watch late night western movies.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Merciless men

No bulls! All bullocks!
All castrated, libido arrested,
They toil for their men-folks.
All cows! Only to yield calves,
With no bulls to mate them,
Or to beat cows’ heat.
Just to milk for the folks!
Bulls no more masculine
To fall in love with cow;
Cows, though fully feminine,
Excite no male to copulate.
Cows are delivered of their calves,
Having never gone to sex,
By seminal injections.
Bullocks are stripped of peak of sex..

Creations go without lovemaking.

Men and women of all walks,
From sixteen to sixty or more,
Learn to groom their passion,
With hormones and fashion,
To entertain their orgasm,
By nature way or manipulation,
As often as they desired,
In multitudes and with multitudes,
Whether for a child or not,
More often for no procreation.
Devices are found against confinement
And for a high erotic enjoyment.

Lovemaking goes without creation.

Animals are killed of sexual joy
To multiple the race.
Men-folks are filled of erotic joy
To limit the race.
05.02.99, Dindukal

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Cowboy From The Bronx

He's got sandy hair and steel blue eyes and
Dressed in black from head to toe and his main
Love is a cowboy show. He's a cowboy from the bronx.
He stands tall and straight and lean
And mean and he sure is a loving machine.
He's a cowboy from the bronx.
He loves rattle snake boots and big stetson hats
And he's sure hell in any spat.
He's a cowboy from the bronx.
He bought a guitar and learned to play,
He practiced hard night and day.
He's a cowboy from the bronx.
It took 10 years to become a star
That Bronx Cowboy and his guitar,
So when you go to a cowboy show and you see a man
In black from head to toe you can bet it's
A cowboy from the bronx.

poem by Dewey Nixon
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Superwrong

I passed you by just yesterday
Was a little bit out, but time had changed
And I wondered if you could sense
that I wanted to get over you
So I went into the store
Bought a dress and I looked fine in red
Right then I felt like what the heck..
Am I doin' thinking 'bout you
Did I paint in blue
An S on your T-Shirt?
I knew right then,
that was a start to make you hurt
I couldn't remember your first name
I couldn't remember how you dressed
I think you're tired and second best
So move aside now
I can't believe that I was ever with him
The world has moved along
Here comes superwrong, without me
Could never see what I saw in him
We were so young and plain
But as the rythms change I see you stay the same.
Outside my window yesterday
I heard someone calling me to say
that you were down and what can I do to fix things
I remember the day
when I used to think that you were great
Somewhere along the way
you passed your sell date
Did I paint in blue
An S on your T-Shirt?
I knew right then,
that was a start to make you hurt
I couldn't remember your first name
I couldn't remember how you dressed
I think you're tired and second best
So move aside now
I can't believe that I was ever with him
The world has moved along
Here comes superwrong, without me
Could never see what I saw in him
We were so young and plain
But as the rythms change I see you stay the same.
Repeat
Nah nah nah nah
But as the rythms change I see you stay the same. (x4)
I can't believe that I was ever with him
The world has moved along
Here comes superwrong, without me
Could never s

song performed by by Texas
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Big Mess

I am cowboy kim
Cowboy kim I am
I am a lucky cowboy
Let me tell you why
Im a man with a mission
A boy with a gun
I got a picture in my pocket of the lucky one
Ill announce the winner
On the radio
With my microphone
I do a super show
I wear a cowboy hat
It is my business hat
Im on till 1:00 a.m.
I must tell you that
Im a man with a mission
A boy with a gun
I got a picture in my pocket of the lucky one
Who doesnt know Im a big mess
I mean a really big mess
A big big mess he was all mixed up and a
Big mess he was a
Big mess he was a
He was really mixed up
Cowboy kim I am
Mr. reality
The most important thing
I put away my toys
With my microphone
I do a super show
Ill announce the winner
On the radio

song performed by by Devo
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Dance of Darkness

Whisps of darkness surrond the soul
a dark drum beats
like a fearful heart

dance with me again again
darkness hear my plea
i wish to dance with you
as your goddess and creator
i call to you

Take the blood from the innocent who hides
and dance with me again again
darkness the white bull
i call to you
and as so you must abide

darkness dances like the meldoy of a demon
a white bulls toll is the blood of light
a black bulls toll is the love of innocence
take your pick and dance with me

dance with darkness
is to follow me

poem by Jasmine Appelhaus
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The Unending Journey Does Not Know A Home

to the heart there is never a blank wall
the fences do not work
they always fail, the bulls of Manawan
are at it again, breaking free from the ranch
and going back to the Mountain
just as the sparrows that by chance entered
your room through an open window
though there were rice grains on that tray
soon shall fly away after every grain is consumed
the beasts and birds unlike you do not have a house
neither do they know of any home

so tell me, how can you understand a vagabond
mind like mine?

the bulls always want to break free
the birds migrate to distant lands
the whales inhabit no permanent ocean
every path is a passage
and if there are stops, they are just temporary resting stations
after a while
the journey takes everyone on their feet, their fins and wings
again....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Chewing Gum (Fun Poem 46)

I enjoy chewing gum
it takes my mind off cigarettes,
but because I have false teeth.
(I lost the real ones years ago)
Chewing gum become like chewing super glue.
When it sticks, boy does it stick.
You stand in the bathroom
completely and utterly gummy
scraping the gum of your dentures.
So now, my motto is
if you have dentures
suck on a hard-boiled sweet,
they don’t stick to your teeth.

poem by David Harris
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The Bulls

Six bulls I saw as black as jet,
With crimsoned horns and amber eyes
That chewed their cud without a fret,
And swished to brush away the flies,
Unwitting their soon sacrifice.

It is the Corpus Christi fête;
Processions crowd the bannered ways;
Before the alters women wait,
While men unite in hymns of praise,
And children look with angel gaze.

The bulls know naught of holiness,
To pious pomp their eyes are blind;
Their brutish brains will never guess
The sordid passions of mankind:
Poor innocents, they wait resigned.

Till in a black room each is penned,
While from above with cruel aim
Two torturers with lances bend
To goad their fieriness to flame,
To devil them to play the game.

The red with rage and mad with fear
They charge into the roaring ring;
Against the mockery most near
Of human might their hate they fling,
In futile, blind blood-boltering.

And so the day of unction ends;
Six bulls are dragged across the sand.
Ferocity and worship blends,
Religion and red thirst hold hands . . .
Dear Christ! 'Tis hard to understand!

poem by Robert William Service
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