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Summary: These Limericks and Poems are sorted by Author from Bonanza Trail Riders.<\/span><\/p>\n

Rating: G, Word Count: 2529<\/span><\/p>\n

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I found this in an old file; it was originally posted on Trails. I wrote the first part and Hart4Ben added to it, and we kept going.<\/p>\n

AC1830 and Hart4Ben<\/strong>
\nPonderosa Home<\/p>\n

{AC1830}
\nMade from pine, from the trees that were felled
\nIt stands tall, it stands strong, a sweet smell.
\nThe father saw his dream
\nThe boys stood and beamed
\nAnd oh the stories it could tell.<\/p>\n

He needed to do things his way
\nNo help was wanted that day
\nFlume and friendship no more
\nHis morale out the door
\nHe came home disillusioned and betrayed.<\/p>\n

His father listened with care
\nHis brothers a quiet pair
\nHe told his sad tale
\nHow he\u2019d managed to fail
\nAnd he learned his family was there.<\/p>\n

{Hart4Ben}
\nSitting by a crackling fire
\nThere are times it may inspire
\nA conversation deep
\nAs doubts begin to creep
\nWhen embroiled in a situation dire.<\/p>\n

What point does one\u2019s moral obligation end?
\nSome ask how you can do this to an old friend?
\nWhat will you do?
\nI\u2019ll think it through.
\nMight be a coward and to all I will bend.<\/p>\n

{AC1830}
\nHe sat by the bed and prayed
\nHoping his son would stay
\nHow many times
\nHad he feared for good-byes
\n\u201cPa? Really, I\u2019m okay.\u201d<\/p>\n

{Hart4Ben}
\nGot to find a place for an out of town guest.
\nPa, you know the Widow Hawkins\u2019 place is best.
\nClean towels and great food.
\nThe only place that\u2019s good.
\nOh alright, Pa conceded, a wee bit stressed.<\/p>\n

The people\u2019s talk is more than enough for me.
\nI\u2019ll have no smirks or innuendo from you three.
\nIt was only a church picnic.
\nAdam, can you come real quick?
\nI’m with you Pa, right down the aisle I\u2019ll be!<\/p>\n

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AC1830<\/strong><\/p>\n

Colors<\/p>\n

Warm brown, umber, black
\nColors of the earth beneath his feet
\nWarm brown, umber, black
\nColors of the eyes that found their dream.<\/p>\n

Flecks of gold fill the sky
\nColors of the sunrise and sunset
\nFlecks of gold fill his eyes
\nStalwart. as he watches and protects.<\/p>\n

Azure, sapphire, crystal blue
\nMountain lake, a jewel well known
\nAzure, sapphire, crystal blue
\nEyes gently caring for all that roam.<\/p>\n

Jade, olive, emerald, pine
\nTowering sentinels, strong in the wind
\nJade, olive, emerald, pine
\nEyes the color of the land, free as the wind.<\/p>\n

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Of Heart and Home<\/strong><\/p>\n

A tree is felled, and then another,
\nLines in the dirt, the shape to mark
\nMuscles strained, by sweat smothered
\nLogs raised and set in light and dark
\nLove built the home around sons and patriarch.<\/p>\n

He raised three sons, tall and true
\nAll to live and breathe the land,
\nDaily lives to be renewed.
\nOne has roamed, his dream so grand
\nReturns to home, his heart to stand.<\/p>\n

Among the trees a home sits proud
\nOf wood and stone it stands
\nWarmth, laughter, love abound
\nMemories through the years have spanned
\nLove keeps them strong, bonded to their land.<\/p>\n

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A Haiku:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Autumn golds, reds, browns<\/p>\n

Colorful leaves wafting down<\/p>\n

Nature’s restful crown<\/p>\n

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BettyHT<\/strong><\/p>\n

Daffodils on the Ponderosa<\/p>\n

Daffodils blooming like a sea of gold in my valley
\nTo plant flowers on a working ranch, Marie, my dear
\nWhen you did, I laughed at such frivolity
\nBut now it lets my heart warm at memories so clear<\/p>\n

Whenever Pa rides by here I\u2019ve seen him stop to admire
\nThese gorgeous yellow flowers with their hint of whimsy
\nI\u2019ll draw a picture so he can gaze at each stately spire
\nWhenever he chooses to remember this golden sea<\/p>\n

These purty yeller flowers make for a right fine walk
\nI can hear birds singing and bugs a buzzing away
\nLittle rabbits hop about as long as we don\u2019t talk
\nSure happy Pa let Marie plant \u2018em that long ago May<\/p>\n

All these pretty yellow flowers here where no one can see
\nIt\u2019s a shame to waste them when they could do so much better
\nThere\u2019s enough for a big bouquet for Sue and one for Rosemary
\nAnother for Beth and for Mary and a last one for Ginger.<\/p>\n

\n

If Adam Was Your Father<\/p>\n

If you respect your father, love his hijinks, and think he\u2019s just the best
\nYou know when accepting a husband it\u2019s one like him and reject all the rest
\nThat would create a problem
\nIf your father was Adam
\nA world wide search for one like him could be an impossible quest.<\/p>\n

So actually be quite glad that Adam Cartwright wasn\u2019t your father
\nTo find a husband so strong, bold, and handsome would be such a bother
\nCan\u2019t be that any man is out there
\nWho could ever hope to compare
\nYou would have been destined to search the world \u2018round and never find another.<\/p>\n

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Friends at Thanksgiving<\/p>\n

Went to a Thanksgiving party to be with my old friends
\nWe met and talked, ate and drank, \u2018til the day ends
\nA chance to share those memories that bound our lives together
\nWe liked each other as much as ever, still tight as friends forever<\/p>\n

Sometimes celebration is with family from near and far
\nAnd love them all but there\u2019s no choice in whom they are
\nFriends are there by choices and circumstances
\nNot family by blood but in my heart by unforeseen chances.<\/p>\n

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Limericks Four<\/p>\n

Hoss’ Complaint
\nYou’re a lucky one, Little Joe Cartwright, you are
\nEveryone knows it around here, and near and far.
\nYa got looks and smarts
\nAlways breaking girls’ hearts.
\nThey sees me n Adam as fish eggs but you like caviar.<\/p>\n

Joe’s Answer
\nYa big galoot, none of what you say about me is true
\nYou two got all the benefits a Cartwright is due
\nI’m smaller and shorter
\nNot as strong and younger
\nOf course, I’m cute, smart, brave, and a greater value.<\/p>\n

Adam’s Lament
\nIt does no good to complain about what’s already on the shelf
\nNor does one do well to brag about creating a selfish vain self
\nWe’ve got independence and free rein
\nWe’re not treated like a birdbrain.
\nWe avoided marriage too; all the fun with no chains on oneself.<\/p>\n

Ben’s Refrain
\nThrees sons have I, as strong as the Ponderosa pines behind me
\nEach with qualities to admire but as different as any three could be
\nGrandchildren though I do need
\nMarriage is the word they won’t heed
\nPerhaps I should adopt a more agreeable son than these three!<\/p>\n

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Affairs of the Heart: The Broken-Hearted<\/p>\n

My heart was born broken
\nIn its depths, sadness reigned
\nLove has never awoken
\nDeath at my birth left it stained<\/p>\n

Gazing into a woman’s eyes
\nAs Lotta knew when I kissed her
\nNever would she be my prize
\nAs a good man, I was a poseur<\/p>\n

Appealing an angel Annie O was
\nBut I couldn’t let myself be tempted
\nAlthough I violated no rules or laws
\nHer life with me would be tormented<\/p>\n

So many I lost to another
\nFrom Virginia to Margarita to Dolores
\nTo friend or stranger or brother
\nNever the star, always the chorus<\/p>\n

I thought marrying Laura was wise
\nBut she hurt me worse than the others
\nNo matter, she, I cannot despise,
\nWe never were true lovers<\/p>\n

I though Anne was my last chance
\nKisses were sweet and promised more
\nWe made the moves of a lovers’ dance
\nBut another’s name was no simple error<\/p>\n

Seen as suave and debonair by many
\nEducated and smarter than most
\nTo be me, some would pay a pretty penny
\nBut in my heart, I’m poor as a post<\/p>\n

Will any woman ever come to me unbidden
\nTo heal my heart and bring life to my dead soul?
\nFor love, my pride has to be overridden
\nI told them I’d return when I reached my goal<\/p>\n

I told my Sweetheart I make mistakes as many do
\nI asked for forgiveness to let us go forward
\nYes, kisses are sweet and the promises true
\nNuptials first before we go homeward
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Trying to write a haiku:<\/strong><\/p>\n

A Ride<\/p>\n

Blue skies. Green meadows.<\/p>\n

Gallop, bound over fences<\/p>\n

Too much; now stitches.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Glenandme<\/strong><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
I Don’t Like You<\/strong><\/div>\n
Adam Cartwright I don’t like you one bit,
\nI writing to tell you so we know where we sit.
\nIt just so happens I don’t like apple pie.
\nand so I might save it up for you to try.I always wear my Sunday best clothes to school,
\nAnd I bring my best parasol to keep me cool.
\nDon’t go thinkin it has somethin to do with you.
\nSo what, if I wear my best ribbons too.<\/p>\n

I talk a lot about you at home,
\nthat stupid horse you ride all alone.
\nThe way you talk to the older men,
\nand the way they all listen, oh Lord it’s happening again.<\/p>\n

You just annoy me with all that you do,
\nmy Ma and Pa grin when I talk about you.
\nWhy should they grin, I don’t care if you’re dead or alive,
\nBut….you might just be careful on your first cattle drive.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Hart4Ben<\/strong><\/div>\n
\n
I wrote this for the Gothic style challenge at Brand.<\/strong>
\nJust a heads up – it is dark.<\/strong><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
The Black Letter “C”<\/strong>
\nFevered, weak, and sickly lay Ben Cartwright on that awful day.A voice rang out and in desperation he looked about to see.<\/p>\n

The haunting voice came taunting, in his mind relentlessly taunting,<\/p>\n

A sanity daunting taunting of things past and things to be,<\/p>\n

Taunting, taunting no escape from suffering, death, and calamity.<\/p>\n

The mark of the Cartwright curse – a black letter “C”.<\/p>\n

Conjured memories of dear Elizabeth, his ears pounded with her final breath.<\/p>\n

The pall of death was all he could see.<\/p>\n

Grief came crashing, like ocean waves crashing,<\/p>\n

Fear and dread came crashing like a savage sea.<\/p>\n

Crashing, crashing, his hopes and dreams dashing, dreams that would never be.<\/p>\n

The mark of the Cartwright curse – a black letter “C”.<\/p>\n

Sweet Inger appeared next in his delirious vision; the voice scoffed at him in mad derision.<\/p>\n

The arrow of death jolted him from his blessed reverie.<\/p>\n

Grief came rolling, like a wagon wheel rolling,<\/p>\n

Rolling his soul to dust as someday it would be.<\/p>\n

Rolling, rolling, life keeps rolling, though his burdens great and heavy they be.<\/p>\n

The mark of the Cartwright curse – a black letter “C”.<\/p>\n

His stunning wife, just wed anew, Ben gasped, the future now coming into his view.<\/p>\n

The voice shrieked in pain, a thrashing steed he did see.<\/p>\n

Grief came upon him crushing, like a millstone crushing,<\/p>\n

His soul crushing though sons he had three.<\/p>\n

Crushing, crushing, his withering soul crushing, despite owning the Ponderosa – Pine Tree.<\/p>\n

The mark of the Cartwright curse – a black letter “C”.<\/p>\n

“Love for your son, your very first born, will leave your heart rent and sorely torn.<\/p>\n

He wants not your empire!” The voice shouted with glee.<\/p>\n

A heart destined for wandering, unsettled and wandering,<\/p>\n

Perpetually wandering over the land and sea.<\/p>\n

Wandering, wandering, continually wandering, “The prince of your kingdom he never will be!”<\/p>\n

The mark of the Cartwright curse – a black letter “C”.<\/p>\n

“His mother’s heart will be his guiding light; serving others, not self, his defining plight.<\/p>\n

Not even a pure heart will save him”, the voice cried with disdain, “You’ll see!”<\/p>\n

A father in grief drowning, miserably drowning,<\/p>\n

To the depths drowning in a black sea.<\/p>\n

Drowning, drowning, for no return shall there be.<\/p>\n

The mark of the Cartwright curse – a black letter “C”.<\/p>\n

“His mother’s fiery spirit will become his fine art, and still he will be the delight of your heart.<\/p>\n

His beloved wife and child”, the voice cackled shrill, “will suffer the same fate as your wives three.”<\/p>\n

In grief his life burning, FOREVER burning,<\/p>\n

With pain and vengeance burning, his heart will be.<\/p>\n

Burning, burning, your heart will be churning, to watch your child suffer, suffer like thee.<\/p>\n

The mark of the Cartwright curse – a black letter “C”.<\/p>\n

Then awaking with beaded brow and quaking heart, Ben gave his family a frightful start.<\/p>\n

His fevered stupor giving way to a clear mind and eyes that truly see.<\/p>\n

His heart began rejoicing, gladly rejoicing,<\/p>\n

With sweet rejoicing to be with Marie, Adam, Hoss, and Joseph was he.<\/p>\n

Rejoicing, rejoicing, in relief rejoicing, the voice now silent and the fateful mark nowhere to see.<\/p>\n

The mark of the Cartwright curse – a black letter “C”.<\/p>\n

But later in the dark of night, on the lamplit wall appeared a horrific sight.<\/p>\n

And the voice returned with frenzied fury despite Ben’s begging and pitiful plea.<\/p>\n

The haunting voice came taunting, filling his mind with relentless taunting,<\/p>\n

A sanity daunting taunting of things that would most assuredly come to be.<\/p>\n

Taunting, taunting, determined and vaunting, no escaping the suffering, death, and calamity.<\/p>\n

The mark of the Cartwright curse – a black letter “C”.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

———————-<\/div>\n
I wrote this on Brand for Lorne Greene’s birthday celebration.
\nWe were to use “green” in a poem for either Lorne or Ben.<\/strong>THE JOURNEY<\/strong>
\nThrough his spyglass he looks for the lamp burning, the hope of his love.
\nSuddenly the world goes black save a pair of tiny, bright eyes.
\nOne foot must go before the other forcing the darkness to a constant gray.
\nA journey begins.<\/p>\n

Crystal blue eyes and a lilting voice beckon him to rejoin life and love.
\nHe struggles, but allows the sunlight to flood in only to have his heart pierced again.
\nThe light fades away, yet two pairs of eyes plead for him to hang on.
\nThe journey continues.<\/p>\n

Years pass, love seems elusive, but a spirit, wild and free, captures his heart.
\nFate steals his joy and brings desperation and despair.
\nGreen eyes haunt him and call him \u201cPa\u201d.
\nLife journeys on.<\/p>\n

First one foot, then another and eventually a way out of grief is seen.
\nSkies are blue and meadows are green once more.
\nLove is gone, but never leaves.
\nCartwrights journey on.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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SPOOKY
\nGhosts, goblins, and witches, their time’s drawing near.
\nKeep watch and beware, and hold those who are dear.
\nSo be on your toes,
\nFor one never knows,
\nWhat lurks in the shadows to scare you, I fear!
\n——————–<\/div>\n
\n

CELEBRATE!<\/strong><\/p>\n

A bit of Irish luck is what we\u2019re hopin\u2019 for
\nBut it\u2019s March and the wind just might blow off the door.
\nHang on to your paddy hat
\nAs we celebrate St. Pat
\nWhile the Guinness and Smithwicks and Harp we do pour!<\/p>\n

Cheers, GlenandMe!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Ben’s Loves<\/strong><\/div>\n
Brunette, blonde, and golden brown
\nHis lovely wives their crown
\nAll gifts from above
\nFilled with life and love
\nUntil struck downYears mellow the pain and grief
\nTime brightens the days bringing relief
\nOthers stirred his heart
\nGave hope but then depart
\nCupid seems a thief<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
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Cartwright Love<\/strong><\/div>\n
The month of sweet love is but passed
\nFor some celebrate and hold fast
\nBut we know a lot
\nWhose loves are quite fraught
\nTheir hearts seem to yearn to the last!But don\u2019t let your heart be dismayed
\nFor we have Fanfic, tis our trade
\nBen, Joe, Adam, Hoss
\nWill not suffer loss
\nOh no, tis a joke I have made!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
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Jos-angels<\/strong><\/div>\n
\n

Feelings<\/p>\n

Sun goes away
\nCold nights to stay
\nFeelings change
\nAs days go by<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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