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Details | Lyric | |

Buried Myself Alive

can you remember the time i let you in?
the time i showed you my heart?
the time i shared my soul with you?
the moment i poured out my blood when you needed it?
The second i saved your life?
The hour i saved you from your darkest secret?
The minute where you watched me bury myself alive?
Remember the time when you almost made me cry?
the time i made it a game to play your game?
the day i had my own time and took advantage of myself?
the hour it took to shut you out and let you go away for a long time?
well your going to have to ask nicer than that 


Details | Cowboy | |

Time Flies

Wearing Daddy's boots & cowboy hat & not much in between
Why, Momma, ain't she just about the prettiest baby you've ever seen?
I'm sure wishing she was talking, reading her mind is quite a trick
And she's sure getting awful heavy, I hope she's walking quick 

Whoa there, sassy, Momma look at her running wild
Why I am not sure there ever was a more rambunctious child
Life sure was a picnic when we could just bundle her up & go
Now I get tuckered just watching her, she's a pint size dynamo 

Waist length braids, a gap tooth grin & freckled face
That's our girl, Momma, her calf just took first place
How old is she now, six? No, she can't possibly be eight
Seems she is growing up faster than I'd anticipate 

Well I'll be, look at her standing on the stairs
in a fancy gown, heels & make up putting on womanly airs
this young girl looking back at me, yesterday she was only seven
Now there's a young buck staring at her like he's just seen heaven
 
Wearing a cap & gown, her diploma held high
Look, Momma, there's our girl, getting ready to give her wings a try
Wasn't it just yesterday she was afraid of the monsters under the bed?
Now she's off to college, her own path to tread

Wearing Grandma's pearls & a gown of antique white
Now, Momma, don't start fussing, everything will be all right
Wasn't it just yesterday, I was wishing she was talking?
Now the music is playing & down the aisle we're walking 

Wearing Grandpa's boots & cowboy hat & nothing in between
Why Grandma ain't that the prettiest grandbaby you've ever seen?
Now listen, Sassy, don't go wishing for her to grow up so fast
Treasure each & every moment, create a memory to last 

Be mindful of what you wish for when your babes are small
For in just the blink of an eye, they won't be small at all
You dream of turning back the clock & know you never will
For time flies, just as surely as you wish it would stand still 


Details | Free verse | |

Canceled

         I closed my eyes and tried to forget the way you smiled and those dark 
mysterious eyes.

 You touched my soul and I just wanted you to know that. You blew my 
mind for so many years and now I feel so alone.

 I cancelled you so long ago, I swore that this was finished. But the only thing that was 
ever finished was a lie and I swore to my heart that it didn't.

 Didn't beat every time I saw you, Didn't tip every time you smiled. Didn't trip over 
myself every time I pretend that I wasn't.

 It was all a lie and I couldn't control the fact that I wanted you, every part of you 
and more. 

I would sneak little glances at you out of the corner of my eyes, Remember 
that i'm not confident at times I can be kind of shy.

 I wanted this to be secret but it was just waiting to burst out, and as the years went 
by I find myself dying to see you once again. Is that you I see on the train? I shiver 
just at the thought. 

How many times am I gonna flip when it wasn't even you just a look alike.

 This has to tell me something this has to be a sign, If I ever saw you again I would 
jump off a cliff so high.

 But then again I remember you were supposed to be cancelled that's 
what I told all my friends.

 You were no longer viewing in my mind, A past show, just 
some long road that i'd done traveled. 

It wasn't until some time later that a friend 
whispered in my ear, she told me that you were doing ok and then the feelings 
started to surface again.

 God I yelled at myself can you be anymore pathetic... I wasn't going out like that this 
is the last time I write about this person.

 I smile knowing that this poem is just the third of many... cancelled? It would never be 
fully over in my mind, I mean a girl has to have her fantasies.


Details | Rhyme | |

This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm


Details | Haiku | |

The horse

A black and white horse
My greatest childhood friend
Always by my side


Details | Ballade | |

LUCKY GIRL

From the dust and dirt of this little town
In this old saloon since I was a child 
You'd come in calling me your lucky girl
Your sweet attention, oh it drove me wild

I remember when I was that little girl
Dreamed there was a prince just for me
You'd ride up on your horse and rescue
With strength and courage.. set me free

I grew up fantasizing we'd get together
I'd be the hand dealt that you would play
You'd hold my secrets, keep my thoughts
I'd be the only winner, what do ya say..

I'm dying inside to be your lucky girl
And if I was there'd be nothing more
Nothing more that I would want to do
Than share my sweet luck with you

Yeah, I'd share my luck in the mornings
share it in the meadow and in the woods
I'd share my luck in the evening time
In the moonlight, boy.. It would be good

I'd share my luck while I'm still young
You're amazing, wild flower..  I would be
When we'd grow old you'd still feel my luck
Every time you'd make love to me
Make love to me

I'm dying inside to be your lucky girl
And if I was there'd be nothing more
Nothing more that I would want to do
Than share my sweet luck with you

Share my sweet luck with you..
Make love to me

Contest: Jerry's  "A Town Called Rotgut"
Date: 7-28-14
Poet: Lyric Man


Details | Couplet | |

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.


Details | Couplet | |

Christmas Sleigh Ride

The sleigh bells jingle merrily across the horses backs,
The snowflakes fall around us, filling the horses tracks;

The silver silence broken by boisterous Christmas songs,
Midnight chimes on the clock over head but we’re still going strong;

The whiskey warms our insides as we pass the bottle around,
Aside from the caroling voices, the night doesn’t make a sound;


We’re snuggled under blankets, breath fogging in the air;
Riding along with family and friends, living without a care!


Details | Rhyme | |

Saying Goodbye

I cried as I said goodbye today,
To my best childhood friend;
As my tears fall I wish you could stay,
I never thought it would end;

You snort and bump me with your nose,
Trying to tell me it’s alright;
If I’ll see you again, nobody knows,
Tears are blurring my sight;

“It’s time” Mom calls from outside,
And I lead you out of your stall;
Trying to hide the tears that I’ve cried,
With my head up, I try to walk tall;

I give you a hug and breathe in your scent,
Then hand over your lead rope;
Questioning vaguely where our time went,
Praying that I can cope;

And as they drive away with you,
I drown myself in tears;
I’m lost, I don’t know what to do,
As I think back on our years;

And as my tears start to dry,
I think of the good times and the bad;
I never thought I’d have to say goodbye,
To you, the best friend I ever had.


Details | Rhyme | |

Childhood Friends ---Boy

Childhood Friends (Boys)

Fishing lines and fishing poles
sinkers, hooks and bobbers.
Maybe someday we will go
when we're not playing cops and robbers.

Cowboy hats and balls and bats
my horse an old broom stick.
Can you see? Come look at me!
I learned a magic trick.

Spit balls shot but I got caught
Tommy points and grins.
You did it too I could tell on you.
I miss my childhood friends.

Make no mistakes we're catching snakes
to play with in the yard.
I didn't cry it ain't no lie
when I got spanked real hard.

Racing trains and playing games
this ain't no place for girls.
Summer sun and carnival fun
we wanna ride the Tilt-a-Whirls.

Our first late night but we're alright
see how the scary movie ends.
Creepy crawlers crept our secrets kept
I miss my childhood friends.

Edwin C Hofert


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Carpe Diem | |

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, go. I'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 
years. Someone 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 below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.


Details | Couplet | |

Fastest Gun In The West

<                                      Now hold on there Tex !
                                        Let me get     dressed  !


                                        Let me saddle up my horse
                                        To trollop around this Halloween course


                                        Got on my chaps
                                        My spurs and cowboy hat


                                       Replica's of forty five's
                                       Riding on my hips very high


                                       With lasso in my hand
                                       This little cowboy has a plan
                                       

                                  
                                      So all you ghost and goblins
                                      It's candies bounty I'll be coming an robbing

                              
                                      And I'll be taking  loot for mummy
                                      And for my daddy who has a bigger tummy










                                                  Happy Halloween To All
                                   Especially little tikes who are so cute and small





Entry For 
Skat's 
Halloween Costume Contest
G.L. All
                                      

 
                                      
                                       


                                     

                                     
                                       


Details | Cowboy | |

That Cowboy Ain't Crazy Song on CD

Yes, with pride inside...every cowboy rides...
even the very first...
and every rider decides, what hide to ride...
knowing they may hit the dirt,

And that cowboy ain't crazy...
ridin' that buckin' horse..
and that rider does amaze me...
astride that ropin' horse...


And that cowboy is blazingly...
ridin that cuttin' horse...
No that jockey can't be lazy...
winnin' on a racin' horse...

And no cowboy can hide what's deep inside...
what's country right from birth...
and every rider alive...rides with pride...
even the very first....

Even a youngster finds pleasure...
rockin' on a rockin' horse...
and a youngster learns to treasure....
playin' cowboy...yes, of course....

Yes, with pride inside, every cowboy rides...
even the very first...
and every rider decides, what hide to ride...
knowing they may hit the dirt...

And no cowboy can hide, what's deep inside...
what's country right from birth...
yes, every rider alive, rides with pride....
for every moments worth....

Ya'll.....that cowboy ain't crazy...
just a little country on a horse.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Greatest Gift

When I received the greatest gift,
Was Christmas when I was ten;
That present gives my soul a lift,
When I think of it now and then;

I didn’t see a box with my name,
When I searched under the tree;
 I thought my parents were playing a game,
And had hidden it from me;

I waited oh so patiently,
For my gift on Christmas Day;
And when mom put a blindfold on me,
I didn’t know quite what to say;

She marched me out the front door,
And held my hand so tight;
Just when I thought I could take no more,
I saw that glorious sight;

My dad was holding the reins,
To a horse with a big red bow;
He had ribbons tied in his mane, 
With a coat that seemed to glow;

I burst out into happy tears,
As I reached out to touch his face;
It’s a moment I’ve remembered for many years,
No other could take it’s place;

My greatest gift was “Lucky”,
My horse so tried and true;
And I hope you’ll be as lucky,
To have a gift like that for you!


Details | Rhyme | |

My poor meatball a fistful of spaghetti

The underwear bandits watch the tv matinee                                                                   The irony the tragedy the comedy dubbed                                                                         The spaggetti western but we just ran to play                                                                 cowboys and indians until it was time for the tub                                                          The violence of the real world was yet unknown                                                               We had are cap guns a blazing a hero of the age                                                             the rubber tipped arrows hits the mark as shown                                                         friendships grow helping the wounded in the day                                                      someone yells the one liner and falls to ground                                                                rushing to the aid of the helpless was the norm                                                          Innocence is betrayed those days they can't be found                                                       the violence learned from lighting and storm                                                                     the underwer bandits have road into the sunset                                                                 but the friendships gained is what I like best


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Jingle Bells

We’re cuddled up now, 
In the back of the sleigh;
Listening as the bells jingle,
In a Merry Christmas way!


Details | Cowboy | |

Cowboy Legacy

There’s a legacy inside him,
As he sits upon his steed;
His heart is filled with honesty,
Not perjury or greed;

He rides the same old range,
That his father rode before;
And it’s been that way for forever,
A hundred years or more;

Pushin’ cattle, brandin’ calves,
That is a cowboy’s life;
Someday he may settle down,
And make some girl his wife;

He’s spent so many lonely nights,
Sleeping under the stars,
He hasn’t got a tattoo,
What he has are battle scars;

There’s a rip across his stomach,
From a rangy longhorn steer;
And even though it hurt like hell,
He never shed a tear;

He always outs on a brave face,
Emotions locked inside;
And for his cowboy heritage,
He feels only pride.


Details | Cowboy | |

Untitled

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!!!


Details | Cowboy | |

Dancin' at the Wagon Wheel

My ol' memory is hazy
And sometimes things don't seem too real;
But I can still recall the night
That I danced at the Wagon Wheel.

Well, seems I was in a good mood
And was puttin' on quite a show;
Prancin' on top of that slick bar
And yellin' like a crazy crow!

I wore my new black Hoppy shirt
And a pair of Gene Autry boots--
They say I danced till 'bout midnight
And did all them ol' cowboy scoots.

Then outside that saloon window
Comin' in was a gent in black;
They said he was that bogey man--
Since that night I never been back.

So ends my honky-tonk story;
Like Red says: "It's saucered and blowed"--
I never danced for drunks again
Like back when I was four years old.


Details | Cowboy | |

Buckaroo Days

Hey there Buckaroo
what’s your hurry?
Momma hollered after
her pride ‘n joy

she smiled swiftly
as little boots clomped
with spurs jingle janglin’
across the kitchen floor

“Aw Momma, don’t worry!
I’ll be home before dinner
but I drew the rank bronc
It’s a sure winner!”

Then whistling Lil Joe
and roping the cat
her boy mounted up
on his trusty hobby horse

“Don’t slam the door”
She said with a laugh
has the hinges rattled
& the old screen door crashed

He was already gone
riding silver screen dreams
that old grey black hat
setting low on his ears

Hey there Lil Buckaroo
Don’t be in such a hurry
Time passes quick enough
You still have stick ponies to curry

Too soon you’ll grow tall
& become a young man
chasing girls & fast cars
enjoy your childhood while you can

In a blink of an eye
or faster than that
you’ll no longer wear  boots
toss a rope or wear that old hat

You’ll follow your own path
but where ever it leads
I hope you remember
Your Lil Buckaroo deeds

Hey Lil Buckaroo
slow down, what’s your hurry?
Don’t gallop too quickly
through these Buckaroo Days

© February 2003


Details | Romanticism | |

The drummer who...

The drummer who 
only plays on Wednesdays;
plays with purpose…
rhythmically dispersing 
the pulmonary clutter 
of the pig eared philanthropist;    
the twaddle raddled paddle… 
or the crescent topped cacophony… 
neither either nor song… 

the drummer who only plays 
on Thursdays; 
plays with porpoise… 
the singular plural plectrum… 
the aquatic harpooned bride… 
annul… abrupt… annul… 
annul… abrupt… 

a week away from the day… 
an hour’s hindsight… 
the overly possessive impressionistic ploy… 
time… as in reason… 
the arrogance of self…
the drummer who only 
plays on Wednesdays;
plays with purpose…


Details | Free verse | |

Sin

Anguish taunts through a barbed wire fence with edged grasp

Actions in which human beings rebel against a holy God
Miss their purpose for their lives
Surrender to the prince of the power of the air more then God
Cause  all of their deeds were evil!

Shattered
An eclipse of the sun had tainted my inner vision
Push back the pain with radiant guide
Does this notion in thought come at any big surprise?

Weak willed tyrants from the flood of dispinsation
Shattered fragments loosed in gloom climatic abrasion
Parts unknown from the setting of the sun
Sin

Leading gullible women captive under the false cloak of compromise
Abortion on demand
When will they ever understand?

Blood shed in our streets
Evil tyrants from elected officials overly prideful taunt & pull!
We each our responsible for our actions before a holy God
Sin!


Details | Rhyme | |

Childhood Heroes

I tried to hide it from my mom,
I did not want her mad at Dad;
But I’d sneak his Wild West Weekly
On every single chance I had.
They were Daddy’s small indulgence
These stories of the old wild west.
Bought it when Mom wasn’t looking
And put it in his sheepskin vest.
There were heroes, there were villains.
The heroes won out in the end.
They were good and honest cowpokes
Each was loyal to his friend.
Mama scolded, called them novels;
As if she thought all novels bad.
Don’t know what she had against them,
But if she caught me she’d be mad.
I would take one of them with me
When I was sent to herd the cows.
Another good old spot for reading 
Was in one of the big haymows.
Every issue had a story 
About young Billy West and his pard,
Buck Foster, who stuck with him
Sort of acting like his guard.
Danger seemed to follow  Billy
And  old Buck must help him out.
For the land was full of outlaws
Who didn’t want these two about.
Mama sometimes got suspicious,
When I was gone too long a while,
But my daddy would defend me. 
And then he’d  wink at me and smile.
Now my daddy rides in Heaven
It’s been fifty years this year.
And my mama’s gone to join him,
No wicked novels hidden there.

		
	

	

	
	
	
	


Details | Rhyme | |

My Favorite Horse

The horses of my childhood
Do you remember too
Mr. Ed and Fury
Just to name a few
Roy had his Trigger
Dale had Butter Cup
They were stuffed and mounted
When dead – just look it up
Spin and Marty had Skyrocket
On the Mickey Mouse Club show
Hoppy rode in on Topper
That’s one you might not know
When he rode in on his Traveller
Robert E. Lee looked stately
Comanche survived the Little Big Horn
You don’t hear of them much lately
Lone Ranger had his Silver
Paladin had his Rafter
The Cisco Kid - Diablo 
They brought us tears and laughter
Which one was my favorite
Why – the last one that I’d seen
There upon my TV
Or on the movie screen

Mdailey	5/30/11
9th place finish in contest


Details | Free verse | |

Kings Queens

Those who claim to be in the know?

These are the one's on sifted sand,
Through days filled with both anger & pain
When will we understand?
When quaint desolation sets in;

Kings & Queens of the Earth...

On a vast pilgrimage in truth;
We then make plans for tomorrow amidst the given sorrow
Yet one can so easily see...
Through a lone blade of grass to flee

To then react in bitter torn silence

In solemn vows yet taken amidst
Shades of grass yet torn asunder
Some even bother to kiss?
That very day they were actually born

Let us continue to be kind today

Amidst a broadened populace that has simply gone astray
To stay attached as fruit is on the vine
A mighty path created by a great design
Through inner pain & misery;

Although amidst divers path drifting as in mockery

Kings & queens of the Earth,
Now is the time to stop lifting up your skirt!


Details | Free verse | |

Jesus Touches Down

Jesus reincarnates on the earth plane
 and decides to open a medical marijuana dispensary.
 Although business is booming, 
he forgets to get the blessing of the DEA, 
and soon the IRS becomes his worst judas to date. 

Can the savior of psychedelics conjure a reason
 to avoid crucifixion in this latter day tale 
of medicine, financial derivatives, 
and destruction of the empire of symbols?


Details | Cowboy | |

The Lone Ranger, Tad & Me

Riding the quarter slot pony
at Woolworth’s five & dime
Would send this half pint cowgirl
back to another time

I was Calamity Jane riding hell bent
to bring the US mail,
Annie Oakley, with dead eye aim,
shooting lint specks off a nail,

In my games of Cowboy & Indian
everyone would win
The Lone Ranger & Tonto
were my two bestest friends

Out in the back yard,
on my old swing set
I created memories
that I will never forget

I would swing & sing for hours
loud enough for the world to hear
I rode the meanest broncs
never showed a bit of fear

I dreamed of Being like Tad or Fox
Weren’t nobody putting me in a china box
while momma dreamed of frills & lace
In my dreams, I always rode ahead of the race

I always wore a white hat
& never lost a fight
Evil wore a black hat
& a heart as black as night

I find myself wishing
more often here of late
That I could return again
to that childhood age of eight

When everything made more sense
& innocence wasn’t lost
I wonder, if I turned back time,
what would be the cost?


© April 2005


Details | Bio | |

Pink, Red and White.....

As a Wedding guest
I wore Color
and a smile
and had the time of my life....
but love crept in unexpectedly...
and that I almost did not 
recognize......


Details | Free verse | |

The saga of the dusty road

The Saga of dusty roads of Utah 
(To the memory of Don W. Esplin, father of Kathryn Esplin-Oleski)
= =
There he was playing with some mild explosives, 
in his own backyard, a resolute boy he is; 
the June month had swelled like the taut belly of 
a neighborhood lady; the boy wanted to be 
a scientist which he became. He, of course could not 
envision that all these sepia dust of Utah, 
the noon backyard and a young scientist’s narrative 
would be remembered by his explosive daughter 
and a strange Indian was going to pen a saga. 

Alfred Nobel was smiling from a page of a book 

The boy rolled a cigarette, the smoke’s curlicues 
swirl up to grain the picture. A blast almost choked
the bright blue jays and robins. Defused sun slanted.
The end of the road was just an end of the road 
where sun could meet earth, warm grass shook off the heat 
and the covert window of the farm house would yield 
a father and son talk. Strong argument on
future, on an university, on money 
on a world that could differ in generations;
of course the boy, as a father, understood 
his girl, then living apart. But distance is in heart.
He would grow up midst dreams. A quirky wind would blow him 
here and there; navy, marriage and science, 
pharmacology and marriage again; a gust
of wind would take him on a ride that, if he could 
read this he would have said, resembled his truck rides 
down the roads of Utah. But at that point of time
he was wide awake inside his misty night’s sleep 
and an American novel is shooting up 
its multiple heads in search of fresh oxygen. 
The waves of moon were enjoying a full tide.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar