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Poem Details | by Vince Suzadail Jr. |
Categories: cowboy-western, life, love, me,

Angels and Outlaws

Come and sit here by the fire
Watch the flickering firelight
Let me touch your lips with mine
Will you keep me warm tonight

I've been here reminiscing
Just feeling kind of sad
Wondering why angels love outlaws 
And all the times we had

We've been through Hell together
Feeling the pleasure and the pain
Stood side by side against the world
In the sunshine and the rain

Outlaws live their lives on the edge
Their castles built with sand
Why angels fall in love with them
It's hard to understand

So while we're sitting by this fire
And thinking of all the times you cried
This outlaw loves his angel
I want you forever by my side.


Poem Details | by Isaiah Zerbst |
Categories: animal, cowboy-western, horse, life, life,

The Cowboy Life I Love

I squint my eyes from the glaring sun
As I drive cattle across the open range.
I am the youngest hand, so I ride drag
Covered by the dust stirred into the wind.

This is the life I have chosen
To hear the steady creaking of my saddle
The songs of the cowboys as they lead the herd
The lowing cattle as they smell water.

This is the life I live
To see the endless stretches of prairie
The hens and rabbits scuttling away
The ponderous beasts flowing in a living stream.

This is the life I love
Watching the horses graze peacefully at night
The cattle milling about during my night ride
My horse's gentle breathing as I circle them.

May this be my lot while here I remain
May I drink from the freely flowing streams
And breathe the pairie air until I die.

Whether life be short or long
May I ever onward toil, and be content
With the satisfaction of honest work
With the steady pounding of hooves
Biscuits and chili by a wavering fire
And sleeping under the sky on the open range.


Poem Details | by Jay Loveless |
Categories: adventure, art, beautiful, boyfriend, courage, cowboy-western, dance, daughter, devotion, dream, freedom, friendship, girl, girlfriend, growing up, happiness, happy, heaven, home, hope, imagination, inspirational, journey, life, love, marriage, memory, metaphor, moon, music, mystery, nature, passion, relationship, romance, romantic, success, uplifting, visionary, water, wife, woman, lust, me,

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


Poem Details | by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: adventure, cowboy-western, lost love, love, me,

A Cowboy's Life

I didn't want to break your heart,
I had no thought of that at all,
When I told you I'd be leaving
Right after roundup time this fall.

A cowboy's life is lonely,
With saddle, bridle and his horse,
A bedroll just to keep from freezing
When he's wandering off his course.

Your own daddy is a rancher.
He should have warned you from the start,
Should have cautioned you to never
Let a cowboy win your heart.

I'll be heading to the south lands
Until some wrangling work I find,
Didn't mean to fool you, Honey.
I didn't mean to be unkind.

If I had a stack of money,
I'd settle down, make you my wife.
Until I'm through meandering
I can't ask you to share my life.

Dry your eyes my little lady
And let me see that pretty smile.
There will be another cowboy
Who will outshine me by a mile.

If you find one with a bankroll
Who can afford a little spread,
Get your lariat and rope him,
Forget about these tears you've shed.

I'll be thinking of you, Honey
As I travel across the range,
But this cowboy is a rambler
And I expect I'll never change.

Placed 2nd in Ballad contest


Poem Details | by Jessie Howell |
Categories: animals, art, caregiving, cowboy-western, daughter, dedication, devotion, family, friendship, happiness, history, love, nature, passion, pets, happy, happy,

Mousey

I love my Mousey,
She lives in a field in BrushCreek, Tennessee,
Walking with her her of cattle,
As happy as she will ever be.

Without this there would be only she,
And i could make her as happy as me,

I miss her immensly, for thee i wish well,
For everyday i wish she wont sell, 
And I could show her in the Dekalb County Fair,
I would sell never an ounce of her.
Hehe not even one of her little white hairs.

Even when all the way over there,
Mine she is for no one but me to share, if I do so happen to dare.

Cute as a button,
A button her nose may well be,
Where I first touched her sweet little body,
Not once but twice sweetly,
For wherever she goes I could spot her, along with her sister and mother.

Many a mile away, for she is not at all,
Not at all what you would say a little grayish thing.

But a heifer who grows daily,
Only to shove the motherly tears away.
In my eyes though, she will always be, forever and always, my baby girl, my sweetie,
my beautiful girl, my Mousey


Poem Details | by Larry Bradfield |
Categories: cute love,

She Walked Away - Make Their Jaws Drop contest

He watched her walk away that day
The tears ran down his nose
Her walk was frisky from behind
She knew just how to pose

He recalled those soft summer nights
When they would ride 'til dawn
He'd rub her shoulders gently then
'Til all the ache was gone

Then they'd stand high on mountain tops
While she would breathe the air
They'd watch the world as it rolled by
Without a single care

Then hard times came and raised their head
He was forced to sell her
He was a horse breeder, that's all -
Not a wealthy feller

May 13, 2016, for contest Make Their Jaws Drop


Poem Details | by David Welch |
Categories: adventure, conflict, history, love, violence,

The Outlaw's Angel, Part II

...Burke grabbed Aura and they both ran out,
riding double on his trusty horse.
The word raced quickly through the town,
a posse was formed, as a matter of course.
So Burke pushed his mount, more and more.
They couldn’t go back, despite acts justified,
not when two men, one a sherriff, had died.

So they rode, pursuers hot on their trail,
until they reach a ranch high the peaks.
Burke pulled a gun while Aurelia seized
a new horse, both study and sleek.
The rancher fumed, too angry to speak.
Burke apologized, gave him all his gold,
then sped off again into mountains cold.

Two days passed, the posse drew close,
and both their horses started to flag.
No longer able to outrun their hunters,
Burke mad camp high up in a crag,
where he could shoot safely if they attacked.
The posse appeared in the meadow below,
lead the by the sherriff’s oldest, known as Milo.

“Surrendor now, or we’ll shoot you down!”
They shouted it as they stared to climb.
But before Burke could even open his mouth
the air exploded with shrill, Indian cries.
A horde of Bannocks their arrows let fly!
They swept into the meadow, circling fast.
The posse died quickly, not long could they last.

Burke and Aurelia hid low in the rocks
until the last of the Bannocks had left.
Not much was left of the posse below,
they lay still, and were mostly scalpless.
But one figured crawled amongst the dead.
Burke climbed down, still clutching his gun,
and loomed over the sheriff's bloodied son.

“You won’t believe me, but I’ll say it now,
I acted only out of self-defense.
You’re father and Grisby were gunning for me,
and Grisby was putting his hands on my friend.
There choices brought them to their ends.”
But Milo just snarled, and crawled away,
Burke and Aura sighed, and left him that way.

No one from Tillico ever saw them again,
even when Milo put a bounty of their hides.
Some say they made for themselves new names
and peacefully lived out their lives.
Others said, like most outlaws, they died...
And if you all liked this tale that you just heard,
Tell your friends about me, Bruce Bowden the Third.


Poem Details | by Kristopher Higgs |
Categories: adventure, allah, allegory, angel, angst, animal, anniversary, april, art, autumn, baby, baptism, baseball, beach, beautiful, beauty, birthday, black african american, boyfriend, brother, business, butterfly, caregiving, cat, child, childhood, christian, christmas, computer-internet, confusion, courage, cowboy-western, dad, dance, dark, daughter, death, dedication, depression, devotion, life, love, sympathy, words, world, pain, light, light,

Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


Poem Details | by Lawrence Ingle |
Categories: cowboy-western, love, song-lyricdance, dance, drink,

Cowgirl Hat Song on CD

She has a cowgirl hat and a set of spurs,
And sometimes she's as gentle as a cat that purrs,
Imagine that....she's my way with words,
And her and I together'd tame a buffalo herd,

Yea! she's the cats meow...can make a racehorse nicker,
Make a wolf pack howl...when our hearts are gettin' quicker,
When we go downtown to dance and drink some liquor,
We get unwound..meet friends...the mood gets thicker,

Imagine that  and also this,
I can't resist her country cowgirl kiss,
And that is that and this is this,
She can't resist this country cowboys kiss,

Yea! she's the cats meow....can make a racehorse nicker,
Make a wolf pack howl...when our hearts are gettin' quicker,
When we go downtown to dance and drink some liquor,
We enjoy the sounds of those drums and guitar pickers.

And that is that...along with this,
I can't resist her country cowgirl kiss,
Imagine that...she's my way with words..
Yea! her and I together'd tame a buffalo herd,
Yea! her and I together'd tame a buffalo herd,
My baby has a cowgirl hat......Imagine that!!


Poem Details | by Katherine Stella |
Categories: adventure, cowboy-western, fantasy, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, imagination, inspirational, life, love, people, romance, science fiction, song-visionary

Hard Headed Women

<                                        she's a hard headed woman
                                          lovin a soft hearted man 

                                          when they get together
                                          they join hand and hand
                                          for loves be glory
                                          in this fairy tales story

                                        
                                          for she's a hard headed women
                                          lovin a soft hearted man

                                          a hard headed woman
                                          lovin that soft hearted man


                                          though shes stubborn as an mule
                                          but can make that man still drool
                                          as he's so shy
                                          but  captured her roving eye


                                          for she's a hard headed woman
                                          lovin a soft hearted man


                                          a hard headed woman
                                          lovin that soft hearted man


                                          now don't you just think
                                          romance can start out as a wink
                                          even if it may be a little lie
                                          come on little boy now give it a try


                                          for she's a hard headed woman
                                          lovin a soft hearted man

                                          a hard headed woman
                                          lovin that soft harded man



                                      
                                          
My Next 
Country Western Song   LOL


Poem Details | by Aundrea Methvin |
Categories: cowboy-western, love, love,

Cowboys and Angels

He knelt and prayed
He asked for a mate to help him throughout life
He asked for a friend
He beseeched for a love that would never end

What he received was more than what he had hoped for
She is stubborn beautiful kind and gentle and her fire caught his desire
She is all that he requested and more
His life will never be the same 
Especially once he changes her name 

She love him for him and nothing more
He is her friend and confidante and her mate
He is her everything

So the Cowboy and his Angel have each other
Fate was kind no more feather or fur
For now and throughout time


Poem Details | by Danielle Wise Baxter |
Categories: cowboy-western, love, me, day, me,

Cowboy Take Me Away

Cowboy take me away where rainbows hug the sun and the moon, beams watching us love Cowboy take me away to a place where the water runs up hill and we're transported to the top where it's still Cowboy take me away back to that summer day the sun set on our faces and love last forever and a day after you take me away


Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: dance, farm, love, lust,

Cowboy HOE DOWN



^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ This long awaited date - a hoedown it’s to be shy smiles as we head in we touch hands nervously We allemande left and do-si-do Then head ladies chain and breathlessly we meet in one another’s arms again We swirl in sawdust on the floor to the tune sweet Bye and Bye Evocative is the patter as the gold moon rises high An anticipated moment as the fiddle fades away Your denim and my lace soon lie buried in the hay Sweet echoes of the evening fill passion in the soul Upon the amber straw we both have lost control ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Poets~Andrea Dietrich & Rick Parise Cowboy HOE DOWN 10-27-2014


Poem Details | by William Robinson |
Categories: cowboy-western, husband, life, love, wedding, wife,

PARDNERS ON THE TRAIL

When someone rides the trail alone,
It's a lonely way to go, 
Without a place to hitch the heart,
And without a warm, true love to know.

But when a cowboy rides the trail
With his lady by his side,
Even when the traveling's rough,
Life's trail can be a joyful ride.

So, saddle up and hit the trail,
And may your lives be ever blessed,
As you ride along, side by side,
Toward the sunset in the west.


Poem Details | by Marycile Beer |
Categories: cowboy-western, faith, family, love, christmas, baby, home, snow, baby, children, christmas, home, snow,

Once Upon A Christmas

I stand at the window and watch the snow fall 
It's been two hours since Billy left 
The wind has built, a blizzard set in 
And I can't put my mind at rest

The snow has drifted blocking the road he took 
But he knows his job, the cattle must be watered and fed 
And hay for the baby calves to bed
"I'll be all right," he said

There is no school it is Christmas vacation 
The radio predicted conditions to worsen
With his family save and warm 
He then sets about caring for those out in the storm

TV and presents keep the children entertained 
While I my hair do pull
Dinner is ready and still Billys not home 
And with questions like "When's daddy coming home? 
And "Can I go out and play in the snow?" 

It is hard for them to understand 
It isn't just a snow fall, the danger is far to grave 
Wander to far and they could be lost 
And in turn perhaps lose their lives

Two o'clock, three o'clock, four o'clock came 
Finally Billy comes through the door 
Wet, exhausted and frozen to the bone 
He removed his outer garments and collapsed on the chair

As he ate the children came 
Excited to have daddy home 
Satisfied he was safe and sound 
They went back to their TV and games

Chore time came and the blizzard ruled 
I offered to do my share 
He smiled and said, "Everything's fine
Just the cow to milk and the pigs to feed 
And I'll be right back inside" 

I put on my coat took shovel in hand 
And worked at clearing the path
In an hour it would be covered again 
But I needed to have some fresh air

All were in bed, the Christmas tree bright 
The Nativity set caught my eye 
Tenderly I picked up the manger, bow my head and say 
"Thank You Baby Jesus and Happy Birthday."

                                                                Cile Beer


Poem Details | by Marycile Beer |
Categories: cowboy-western, funny, imagination, wedding, car, wedding,

Theys True Love Story Part 3

Her grand gals axed her one time
How did hers ever gits a date
Her done went ta a all gals school
Theys wudn't let no boys in
Ut makes me's won ders 
Yep ut sure do

Theys at that datin age
And figgers theys
Finds oot if's hers was a good 
Gal er bad

Her tells um 
Theys jist bet er be's
Good gals er else.
Youse cain't gits a good 
Feller if'n youse any thin else

An than her tells um it were no never mine
Her knowed where her cowboy her'd fine

Her went ta school 
An gots her job
Near tha H bar T rench
What were a  real sandy spot

Tha lan' lady her 'vites the cowboy
frum up tha nex rench
Ta comes down fer a little supper
An ta meets tha new gal what are gonna teach.

Theys  played cards er sumthin' or so her seys
An when him are ready ta leaves
Her axed him if'n he's cuds 
Puts her saddle in the barn, please

Sunday her's was over ta tha school
Gittin ready fer ta teaches tha golden rule

When him done stops an tells her
He are a goin ta the ropin club 
An seys theys room in tha car fer her.

Her seys hers will goes with um
But hers did unt axes 
What kinda drinks theys serves  
Et this club.

Him were a proud cowboy feller were he
His job were m-portatnt youse see
An sum times if'n he gits his work all done
Him jist mights calls her on tha tel-e-phone.


When Thanksgivin comed round
Her wents ta Kansas an seed her folks
An him wents ta Wyomin ta looks at a rench

When him did comed back
Him stops fer a spell
An when him are goin ta leaves
Her walks him oot ta the car ya sees
An tells him hers goin ta a weddin
On June Nine teenth

Him jist looks at her an seys 
If'n him are supposed ta be's....
Well youse knows tha rest

Her done it
Him comed
They's war forty seven years an two weeks
Ez one

When her gits done tellin her grand gals
Theys mouths was open big

An her tells um 
Yep her did
That's how youse 
Comed ta be's.

Her telled Billy what her telled tha gals
An him seys, with a spark in his eye
Him were a weldin
"I's never did axed youse ta marrys me,
Youse knows youse er right."


Now  when Billy looks down et her from aboves
Her kisses hers wedding ring with love
Cause on theys wedding bands youse'll finds
Tha stars an tha moon fer all times

I's mad that lan lady did unt vites me's down
Then maybe's them gran gals wud a
Be's mine.
                            X.......John e Cowpoke


Poem Details | by Marycile Beer |
Categories: cowboy-western, imagination, life, love, me,

Granpa, Tell Me

Granpa, when you was a kid
Did you thinks a running away from home
And look un see what's over that hill
Roundup wild horses
An bucks um out jist for a thrill?

How did you comes to get clear out here
I hear Pennsylvanie ain't to near
Was you a kid or was you old
When you packed up your bag un left home?

Was you in the war like Uncle Zeke and Granpa Don
Has you been up to the mountains like Davey done
How bouts the Injins did you knows any a them
An how bouts the buffalo how many did you kill?

Tell me granpa was granma way out here
Or did you has to goes someplace else to gets her
What about my daddy was he anything like me
Or did he jist wants to see what he could see?

I know's I's jist a girl, granpa
But I don't wants to does womans things
I wants to be a cowboy and does what they does
Help me, help me granpa, I come to you because
You're the smartest, wisest, kindest man I know

I love you, granpa


Poem Details | by Carma Reed |
Categories: cowboy-western, lost love, old, old,

Like wild horses, and worn out cowboy boots

Ive worn out these old cowboy boots to walk an endless plank of timeless dreams, you leave no trace except a tread mark of my broken heart.
I bare these wrinkeled scares to spare a portrait of this old town and country! I dared to go,is now a vivid memory of a playless rodeo I once had.
Moving on pass these stables of my home, knowing theres no way back I am sure to let go as I fleece with nothing but the wind of a wild horse where you were once my stallone, now just another spur on a pair of worn out cowboy boots, i am left to run free like: WILD HORSES.


Poem Details | by william martin |
Categories: cowboy-western, husband, love, marriage, sorry, wife,

Cowboys and Angles

Cowboys and angles fell in love
one day the angle loves the cowboy 
I am a angle my boyfriend is the cowboy 
forever and ever we were in love before
we got together 7 months ago 
we both have had 
a bad relationship before 
we get togther it have been 
8 months now we might fight now 
and than but it is making 
things work out when we fight 
I fell like cring but I say that 
I'm soory and make up


Poem Details | by Kevin Harmon |
Categories: cowboy-western, introspection, love, life,

Full Bloom

Full Bloom

A Rose in full bloom,
such a beautiful sight to see.
In mornin' first dewy light,
lettin' it's pedals free.

Something to admire,
Only from a distance
On the back of a good horse,
across a fence.

My life has been romanced,
and turned to some fantasy.
But the cowboy life is mine,
the dreams of it are for those in the city.

For bronc's can be flat mean,
and the dusty breeze is hot.
and if an ol' ladino gets a holt of ya,
you appreciate what you got.

But a mountain mornin'
can make a heart turn glad.
and get ya to thinkin'
of all you had.

With so much and so little,
beauty is ones life.
A cowboy has to stop and gaze,
just for a moment and a half.

So this ol' tumbleweed gets movin'
when the wind blows.
Takin' me away from,
from the garden of Rose.


Poem Details | by Smail Poems |
Categories: adventure, animal, april, autumn, baby, beautiful, beauty, business, caregiving, child, childhood, cowboy-western, dad, dance, dark, death, dedication, devotion, dream, easter, education, faith, family, flower, food, happiness, happy, life, love, miracle, mystery, people, rain, science, seasons, summer, thank you, thanksgiving, tree, tribute, uplifting, work,

Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


Poem Details | by MoonBee Canady |
Categories: allegory, cowboy-western, daughter, family, hope, inspirational, life, love, mother, nature, nostalgia, people, seasons, socialrose, yellow,

'Yellow Rose of Texas' (Haiku # 14)

‘ Yellow Rose of Texas ’ Haiku  # 14

         A Lone Star Shone On
         A Yellow Rose of Texas
         and Bluebonnets Grown


Poem Details | by Sam Ruby |
Categories: angst, art, beautiful, beauty, boyfriend, butterfly, caregiving, childhood, computer-internet, confusion, courage, cowboy-western, dance, dark, daughter, dedication, depression, devotion, dream, funny, girl, girlfriend, goodbye, growing up, happiness, humorous, inspirational, lost, lost love, nostalgia, peace, romance, romantic, sad, song, teen, time, uplifting, women, me, love, me,

Pricked

Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, goI'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
yearsSomeone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down belowA magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.


Poem Details | by Jay Anderson-Taylor |
Categories: cowboy-western, lost love, love, song-words, me, pain, day, drink, emotions, me, river, sorry, together,

Radiant smile

I can remember that day…like it was just yesterdayThe pain inside, was too much to 
bearAs they lowered you in the ground, my world came a crashing downNo more 
would I ever see your radiant smileThat day is still a blur…as I drank the night away
Hoping it was all just a dream? But, reality came around and my emotions broke me 
down…and it all came a crashing downIt took me by surprise as those tears filled my 
eyesMy drink became a salty river of tears…I can still hear the Reverends last words 
as he commended your body to the earthI was around town feeling sorry for myself, 
my emotions were coming down…I could still he his words as he commended you to the 
earth, but my heart couldn’t let you goAs they held me back from jumping in your 
grave…the emotions started to fill my soul, I was around town feeling so sorry for 
myselfTry to drown my pain with whiskey and beer…but those emotions came a 
tumbling downAs my drink became a salty river of tears, no more…no more…would I 
ever hear your laughter, that seemed as though it could fill the ever afterLater that 
night as I lay down to sleep, I reached over to that empty spot where you use to be…I 
swear I could almost hear you say, “ Dry your tears, someday we will be back together 
as we laugh together in this life here after…so weep no moreI’ll see you on the other 
side.” As I closed my eyes, the pain began to subside…I knew one day soon I’d get to 
see your radiant smile and hear your laughter.


Poem Details | by anne p. murray |
Categories: cowboy-western, funny, love, me, red,

Texas Country Cowboy Creation

It’s a real Texas situation
Wow, you’re one heck of a creation
I dig your hat, I love your boots
Ya’ got those bang up, country roots
When you’re strummin’ on your guitar
you’re one, red hot, country star

Ooh, wearing those, sexy, tight fittin’ jeans
you’re one lean, mean country machine
Ya got me feelin’ like a damn fool
like a silly girl in high school
Boy, I'd sure like to share your company
so, get off that bull, come ride with me

Yeah, it’s a Texas situation
cuz’ you’re one heck of a creation
I spent my money on this here hat
Tell me now, whadda’ ya’ think of that?

Come on now, I’d like to be your pretty baby
we’ll drive each other country crazy
Yeah, it’s one heck of a situation
cuz’ you’re one, red hot, Texas, born creation


Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: cowboy-western, funnyday,

For the Love of a Hat

Three girls weathered the Arizona heat
Ranch hands distributed straw cowboy hats
Without them we’d have fallen to sun’s defeat
As our horses bounded through desert flats
Far faster than the onlooking wildcats 
 
My comrades suffering from heat stroke
We chilled the next day and drove to Tombstone
Where spirits of Wyatt and his crew were evoked
Marshal’s badges for sale, tickled my funny bone
Placed on my hat, in the sun the badge shone
 
The next day we rode again full speed
Tense fists clinging to the saddle horn
Through an area best known for tumbleweed
My hat flew off, a cactus now adorned
No longer on my head was it worn
 
After we returned to the stable
I set out on foot and retrieved my marshal hat
To reach it, I was nearly disabled
Coyotes did not put out a welcome mat
To shoo them away, I swung cactus like a bat
 
 
*Entry for Carol’s “My Favorite Hat or Bonnet” contest (True, but for the swinging 
of the cactus -- ouch!)


Poem Details | by John Loving III |
Categories: happiness, love, me, me,

stay my valentine

won't you be my valentine
put up with me
believe my lies
hold your nose
use blind eye's
listen to me snore
all night
let me control the remote
most of the time
help me buy my toys
when i whine
and don't ever leave me
keep me from crying
be my valentine
for all time


Poem Details | by MARGARITA VERA |
Categories: adventure, animals, childhood, daughter, death, fear, food, children, forgiveness, friendship, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, hope, life, loss, love, mother, music, peace, romance, love,

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Tainted love 
or tired love?
Smug attitudes
and weak games
Look at you!
Your such a lame!
Me cry?! Ha! Not no more!
NOT EVER!
Five point five years
What a joke?!
All you do is lie
Keep smoking your life away!
Wake up before its too late!
Before this love turns into hate!
Your too old to act this way!
Your too comfortable
You cant stay!
In my life!
In my way!
Goodbye to you!!!


Poem Details | by Tony Bush |
Categories: angst, cowboy-western, life, loss, lost love, love

Last Chance Saloon

NOTE: I don't find the time, neither do I have much inclination, to write a great deal these 
daysHowever, the occasional new piece gets composed, and this is oneI would like to take 
this opportunity to thank everyone - Ruben, Raul, Andrew, Elaine, Patricia, Carol, Adeleke, 
Krista, Trudi, Kristin, Bill, Shishir, Sami, James, Trudi and many, many others - who have 
been so kind, supportive and appreciative both now and in the pastYou are starsI am in 
your debt.

I know it's not the happiest piece, but it's what I have at the moment.

T.

Last Chance Saloon:

The deadbeat shuffle from Boardwalk to Boot Hill
Implores the synapse circuit of a short walk to the kill,
With one foot out of line one soon is gone
In Winter rains that fell all Summer long;
Never once did Zeus advise to pack a bag,
Only suck it up and tread the old main drag.

When first she shed her morals and her dress,
The channel burn adored her more than less,
Post-coital walks, romancing in the sun
Beat a path to living in the shadow of the gun;
As expectation always lets one down,
Rends the heart in two by softly skipping town.

From the stained-glass of an alcoholic haze
Wherein kaleidoscopic migraines snap and blaze,
The rusty barrelled gun scrapes at the head,
All the chambers full of coals and glowing red;
She resurfaces like some immortal doll,
And each bullet tastes of paracetamol.

So to raise the weary glass to mouth again,
To curse and toast her godforsaken name,
To down the medicine and down some more
And ride the bona-fide revolving bat-swing door;
Swear by saints alive to never leave this room,
No more chances left to chance in this last chance saloon.


Poem Details | by Seren Roberts |
Categories: anniversary, old, dog, dog, love, old, boy,

The Cowboy Painting

I sit upon the sun-room wall
The man I was painted for has gone
Parted this life, now is pain free
Left 4 daughters who miss him so

His love for cowboys was well known
In charity shops the shelves would scour
For books and movies to be shown
Would watch and watch by the hour

His second love was Bruce Lee
Those movies he loved to see
Then there was rugby at the ref did shout
From his chair because he couldn’t go out

But so proud to be Welsh
On St David’s day would wear
 his Daffodil  with pride and
sing Cym Rhondda for all to hear

Now my 2 pictures look down and see
An old dog looking up at me
Am sure I saw the old dog wink
Nah it couldn’t, could it be he?

The Avatar is one of the above  mentioned painting I painted