Cowboy poet/lyricist/philosopher grew up on a ranch on the High Plains. A good day is any day that includes strong coffee, a warm fire, iced tea, red wine, readin', writin' and a soft touch.
My poems and lyrics are about love or the lack thereof. W. B. Yeats said, 'I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood – sex and the ... more »
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MacGregor Tagliaferro Poems
The Lack Thereof
Amid the mystic fields of dreams I wandered, and came on a grave. Breathlessly still was all around Yet breathin' with an easy heart;
The Day We Met
The day we met Stands apart From all the other days In my memories
Those eyes that set my thoughts and dreams on fire, Those winsome lips that hold my heart in chains, Those lovely legs which conquered my desire, That wit which of my thoughts does hold the reins
Fast or Feast
Dreamed we were in The Court of Two Sisters The slow green fans turnin' in the courtyard The green napkins, the waiters all in green In early afternoon, we ordered a big breakfast
Remains Of The Day
Now; old and grey and tired, done with the day, By the fire with this book and a whisky, Slowly readin', and dreamin' of that look Your eyes had in the lengthening shadows;
Sun shinin' down Stars fill the sky Give me shelter Though without you
Outside Cold Wind blows
Dreams and Desires
So much has been said So little has been said So much remains to be said Or does it
Love First, Live Incidentally
Zelda was right Which makes love The highest purpose The reason for bein'
Cry For Love
These words I write to you Are nearer to vital truth Than anything I know: Clouds pass and I see
I can be everything I can be anything I can do not a thing
Against a fall of snow, in another place and time Amidst whisperings of passion and tenderness Adored bodies embrace, swellin' and tremblin' The totem spins...
Do I Like...
As is the case with her, She swept into the room And the light and everything That mattered was drawn to her
Is It Enough
She asked, What was I sad about? Why am I sad? Let me count the ways There is an undercurrent Of sadness in me
Comments about MacGregor Tagliaferro
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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The Lack Thereof
Amid the mystic fields of dreams
I wandered, and came on a grave.
Breathlessly still was all around
Yet breathin' with an easy heart;
And there beyond, in wooded grove,
Were visions, all so much the same,
That they became one. A girl drew near,
And on me gazed with wanderin' eye,
And would have passed, but that I called,
Clappin' my hands above my head,
‘My time is now! ' and I followed
After the beautiful spirit
And bade her stop and look at me.
And so I called her lovelier
Than any else, only because
She only then before me ...