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Details | Ballad | |

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


Details | Cowboy | |

Modern Cowboy

I love that cowboy, lean and tall...
I see him lumber to the stall,
To cool his horse from ridin hard,
He tips his hat...says, "Howdy pard!"

I love that cowboy in his jeans,
With well-worn chaps and leather's sheen.
Those boots and spurs that fit so well...
The way he chats and sits a spell. 

I love that cowboy's manly ways...
Perhaps a rumble in the hay?
He's talkin rough around the guys,
But makes this lady swoon and sigh!

I love that cowboy on a ride,
I see him ropin...tannin hides...
But what's this ringing that I hear?
His trusty cell phone...loud and clear!





 
 


Details | I do not know? | |

The First Goodbye

laying in your bed
watching you
get dressed
the permanent ring in the
back pocket
of your blue jeans
i’m missing you already


Details | Haiku | |

Into the sunset

Living lonely lives,
Cowboys are known for riding
Into the sunsets

8 May 2014


Details | Lyric | |

Redneck Angel

Redneck Angel
Lyrics By Robert Taylor


A thousand cases of beer
Hangin’ with Jack all night
Sleeping with women from a bar
Not knowin’ their names when I woke

Then I saw your eyes in the dark
Sitting alone in the bar
An Angel from heaven sent
Dressed in Daisy dukes
And red hot cowboy boots
You’re a backwards miracle

I walked over and talked to you
Just hoping that you were real
We talked and then we kissed
Spent our time together
Drinking, dancing and talking the night away
How could God have so blessed
A poor assed Redneck boy like me.

I saw you down at the swamp
Wearing plaid, with mud in your hair
You were a redneck angel from heaven
Dressed in Daisy Dukes
And red hot cowboy boots
You’re a backwards miracle


Then I gave my heart to you
At the Antioch Baptist Church
Vows given without fear
My love is yours forever
I looked at your eyes through your veil
And you were crying with happiness
You were a Redneck angel from heaven
Dressed in daisy dukes
Red hot cowboy boots
You’re a backwards miracle

How could God have so blessed
A poor assed redneck boy like me. 

Hiding but always in plain sight
Drinking, fishing, mud bogging
Things a girl shouldn’t do
How could you be who you are
Sharing my love and my life

How could God have so blessed
A Redneck like me. 

An angel from heaven sent
Dressed in Daisy Dukes
Red hot cowboy boots
You’re a backwoods miracle


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 | Quatrain | |

Longing for the ride

Majestic he stands 
Head held high and proud
Until I draw near tack in hand
His mussel to my chest he bows

Our eyes fixed
With deepest affection
Respect from me
From him acceptance 

His nostrils flair 
He inhales my scent
A bond beyond fences
A mutual consent

About horse and rider 
How can I explain
This communion of splendor 
Perpetually sustained

With reverent candor
Can any man compare
Who would be considered grander
Horse or rider if you dare

Nobility without pride
Beauty without vanity
Majesty without disciple
Power without violence 

Do you still wonder why I'm longing for the ride
When he challenges the wind for speed
Brushed by heaven with every stride
Intimacy mounted here on "Spirit's Pride"

My steed and I in harmony
Exhilaration captivates my senses
Pounding hooves, his earthen scent 
Taut muscles ripple in sweat profusely drenched

He heeds the slightest touch of rein
His saddle is my alter of prayer
When he on oceans sands a trot
My soul is healed all disrepair

In bed I lay awake tonight my mind a heavy load
His blaze is blazoned in my memory burned
Of black night mane and chestnut coat
A quatrain tribute to his name he's earned

Still you may not understand
This yearning so many take in stride
Of horse and rider pure joy provider
And oh such longing for the ride
 


Details | Cowboy | |

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


Details | Lyric | |

He Likes Ugly Girls

Baby, I see you starin' at him,
But you ought to give me whirl;
'Cause he's a handsome hunk,
But when he gets drunk...
Baby, he likes ugly girls.

Yeah, he still lives with his Momma
Even tho' he's 33.
She starches and irons his jeans and shirts,
And he brings home new recipes.

She's told him he's good lookin',
And there's no doubt it's true;
But when he takes home a pretty woman,
Momma says, "Son, she won't be true."

She says, "Son, if you want good lovin',
A plain and homely gal will provide.
She'll treat you right, mornin' and night;
And keep you satisfied."

So baby, you can stare at him, 
But you ought to give me a whirl;
'Cause he's a handsome hunk, 
But when he gets drunk....
Baby, he likes ugly girls.

You don't stand a chance.
That boy loves his Momma.

Yeah, he goes for ugly girls.


Details | Free verse | |

Cowboys Dont Cry

I guess I could feel it
The moment that plane left the ground
Things were changing and
There was nothing I could do 

Waiting, impatient like a child
Haunted by old memories
Under that hat, was the face of the man
I always knew him to be 

Seeing him again, after all these years
Frightened me so
I was reminded how much
He had once, meant to me 

But you cant make someone love you
No matter how hard you wish
I knew he would break my heart
So I left him standing there in the night
With a tear in his eye.......
So don’t tell me cowboys don’t cry 

I couldn’t take my eyes Off 
his rough and calloused hands
My mind tried to imagine
All he’d been through 

Life had been rough
it was written in the lines on his face
You could almost see 
His heart there on his sleeve 

I could feel me falling
Like I had so long ago
The girl in me was
Dreaming of kissing him again 

But you can’t make someone love you
No matter how hard you wish
I knew he’d break my heart
So I left him there in the night
With a tear in his eye...
So don’t tell me cowboys don’t cry
 
I wanted to run but my feet wouldn’t move
I just had to turn back
to wipe that tear from his eye 
 then I kissed him goodbye 
So don’t tell me ....cowboys don’t cry


Details | Verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Cowboy | |

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


Details | Cowboy | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Cowboys

All I ever wanted was a good ol' country boy
Someone to love me, not treat me like a toy
Searching lands so far and wide
To hold a cowboy by my side

To hear a southern drawl would be
Oh so sweet and heavenly
He'd be true polite and kind
I'd never not be on his mind
Lighting a fire in my heart
That makes me warm right from the start

Sharing drinks inside a bar
Dancing underneath the stars
Cozy rides upon a horse
Our love will always stay on course

My wish is finally coming through
When I heard YEE HAW from you
Smiling oh so handsomly
I knew you walked out of my dreams

 9/25/2013


Details | Lyric | |

Please Help Me, Re-lyric

Please help me, I've fallen
In Lust with You.
You're just so damn sexy,
That's why I'm hittin' on you.
You don't have to love me,
Some good sex will do.
Please help me, I've fallen
In Lust with You.

Yes, you turned me on
When I saw you walk in...
The face of an Angel,
A body just made for Sin.
Now, I may be real horny,
But one thing is true:
What would satisfy me, Girl
Would be to satisfy You.

So please help me, I've fallen
In Lust with You; 
And I hope that you're fallin'
In Lust with me too;
But if not, then please fake it,
Please don't leave me "blue"...
Please help me, I've fallen
In  Lust  with  You.


Details | Acrostic | |

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.


Details | Cowboy | |

Cowboys

          -LAST DAYS OF OLD BEN-


    “See that man up there on the mountain, son?”
“Yeah Pop, why’s he a’jes sittin there starin’ out at nuthin?"
 Well, son it ain’t nothin’ he’s seein’…Just nuthin we can’t see, know what I ‘m sayin’?” confused the boy just agreed.
 '"He’s a legend, that there Ol’ Ben. From times long past before e’en when I was borned,” Now he just sit’s on his old nag waitin’ for sumthin, just not sure, and can only guess what. They sez Ol’ Ben was a rascal way back when, boozing up moon shine, not carin’ a world fer nuthin’ or no one. Well, Old Ben got caught one day he did, they throwed his sloppy drunk hide in the tank fer a long time.' 

'Bet he didn’t care none, he din’ have nuthin to do.
As time went on, Ben got ought’n jail ‘n’ went right back to his thievin’ ways. As we all expected, the law was jus’ bout ready to throw him in the canner and toss the key down inta a well furev'r, when Ol’ Ben he saw something that took the fight right outn’ him ‘n’ made his chest swell.'
   'Comin’ round the Sheriff’s desk were the prettiest Southern Bell you ev’r did see, an’ Old Ben dropped his jaw- from that day on…. Ol’ Ben turnt into a man…. He fell in love with sweet Lindsay Lane, banker’s daughter- And they ran off to the range- and lived on what they can'. That little Southern Bell did’t care Ben was a wrangler, she loved him for’ver. But Oh her Daddy’ did care, he put up a fight’ ‘n’ gave reward money if’n someone’d kill Old Ben, you see, but Old Ben was too wiley. He knew… he always knew her Papa wuld git 'em somehow. That Pappy o’ her’s was a pain in the ass, and so they couldn’t never really get away. Rumors ran ‘round town lika a nuthin’, there was gonna be a showdown! Firse light 'n ba’ween Ben ‘n; her Daddy., Soon as that li’ Southern Bell heard, she begged her daddy to leave Ben alone, her daddy wasn’t havin’ it, and Ben knowed that’d be the only way they would be rid of her father.'
   'So The mor’n came of the quick draw- I ‘membe, it were  misty, foggy that day, culdn' see nuthin'. Both men drew guns walked 100 paces and shot! BAM! N dat was the day Old Ben really did change. Turned a rascal fount love inta a sad sad shell o’ a man..His Southern Bell tied him up in the night, so she would be the one to draw- hopin’ as soon as her daddy saw’ it were her, mebbe he’d let them go. But the anger and fog hid her daddy’s senses, he was a red burstin’, he took’n his pistol he shot. Shot her right in the head, blew the hat off (she wor’d Ben’s clothes) and there in all her glory- blond hair dusted with red.'"
  " Welp, her daddy done took his own life, but Ben, Old Ben and that old nag just stayed up in them hills forever- and to this day they visit the place his beloved lost her life.” 
Don’t know, can’t fathom eve’, a love that strong, one day you’ll look up there on that mountain and Old Ben will be gone.”

4/18/2014


Details | ABC | |

Ridin' On, Alone

Ridin' down into the canyon
Looking for some strays
I chanced to think about
The passing of the days.

Been chasing after cattle
Seems a mighty long time
And all those days I ain't be able
To save so much as a dime.

Never thought I'd get rich
Hiring out with herds
But cowboyin' and old age
Seems really for the birds.

My backside and that old saddle
Have formed a kind of warp and woof
So the leather's highly polished
And now there's snow upon my roof.

When I was a young stud
With a bellyful of fire
Living day to day was okay
And riding out for hire.

But now the cows are contankerous
And cow ponies ain't so smart
So I've started in a-wishing
I had a gal to share my heart.

There was a gal in Lubbock
With long and yellow hair
But that was a long time ago.
She's no longer there.

I remember what it was like to love
Then left alone to ache
Lonely hours in the saddle
Every memory a heartbreak.

All those years riding the range
I've had some time to think
Of the difference 'tween Hereford hides
And skin so soft and pink.

But now time and youth are gone
Left back there in the colorful past
Old horse and I are all that's left
Alone on the range as long as we last.

by E. Marshall Evans


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Ghosts of South Dakota Intro

                                                                                                        
	In 1957 I took my teaching certificate back to the land of my mother.  
She was raised on a cattle ranch in the north central area of Nebraska.  The 
famous Sand Hills.  It was there I found my cowboy and we ranched for fourteen 
years on the eastern edge of the Rosebud Reservation in South Dakota.  The 
teacher in this story is my mother's sister and our experiences at the Indian 
Government School of Spring Creek during my early years.
	In the year 2002 Cowboy and I moved to a very special town, Harper, 
Kansas.  This town is just a few miles down the road from the memories of my 
Kansas childhood. How lucky to be able to have all of these memories and with 
the help of God maybe another dozen or so years down the road I'll have another 
set of memories to pass on to another generation.   

                                                       GHOSTS

	Yesterday I was sitting at my computer working  when I looked out of 
my magic window 
and noticed the swing set.  The wind was fiercely blowing up a gale and the 
swings were rocking to and fro.  That didn't bother me, but when I saw the glider 
was in motion, I didn't even have to close my eyes to picture the children playing 
on it.  They weren't my grandchildren.  They weren't my children.  They weren't any 
children I could recognize, but I felt blessed.  I didn't care who they were, they 
were happy.
	And then I thought back.  Back to the reservation.  I could hear the 
laughter of the Indian children, but whenever we came into view they would run to 
hide behind their mothers or grandmothers and peek around at us.  Some of the 
older ones, seven, eight, nine or ten year olds would line up in front of the shack 
or tent to stare at us.
	I can still see them dressed in faded, wrinkled, soiled clothing.  
Disgards from who knows where that ended up at the mission.  Their large 
round brown eyes staring from behind the greasy scraggly black hair. Some with 
their dirty fingers stuffed in their mouths. The little ones clinging desperately to 
the skirt as they peered around at us,  always had snout trailing from their nose, 
and their feet were either bare or encased in shoes three sizes to large for them.
	I don't know if it was a tradition of some kind but it seems, in my 
memory, there were never any men.  Only women and children came forth.  I 
have my ideas where the men were but I shall not go into that here.


Details | Cowboy | |

the delectable treat of serendipity

I tore a collared shirt hopping a gate 
and lost a button shimmying across the peak of a roof 
just so I could cuddle in privacy
oh, life, what heights to climb just to float down kindly
on clouds or surfing crowds
the things that bring together others and fill with pleasure
the very emptyness in the sense of experiencing such realities
alone, they say we die alone, but someone told me to fear not
deep thought, carried on with a walk uphill, to find a peaceful place
before the sun showed its face
oh, life, what great fall to take 
when tripping on my very own heart strings
playing a soft melody, lulling me to focus my attention
on the things that matter, beyond simply just matter


Details | Cowboy | |

The Confession of Dodge Martin

A lonely rider traversed the sand upon his sturdy mount, 
Beneath a sky so filled with stars that no man might ever count. 

A dangerous dash across open land on a night without a moon, 
A last ditch chance for absolution before his brother hangs at noon. 

He pushed on harder than he should until his pony found a rut, 
A broken leg and a bullet played it seemed fate had punched him in the gut. 

He went on by foot and prayed to God “Please let a stagecoach happen by, 
Or a cowboy with a horse to lend, Dear Lord don’t let my brother die.” 

“It weren’t he at the house that night that poor Lizzy got herself kilt, 
I knowed all too well because it were me, I alone bear up the guilt.” 

“I loved her all to sweetly Lord but my affections were each one spurned, 
So on that night I took her life and waited for her true love to return.” 

I laid in wait to bushwhack the varmit whoever the cur might be, 
Along the trail that led to her house behind a big oak tree. 

“It were my intention to shoot him down and lay him at her side, 
I then seen him on the dapple gray that only my brother’d ever ride.” 

“It struck me like a thunder bolt to think that I broke my brother’s heart, 
So I lit clean on outa Texas with my hope of making a brand new start.” 

“Her pa swore to the judge that my brother deprived dear Lizzy of her life, 
Because she told him the night before that she’d never be his wife.” 

“It t’were me that he’d heard talkin’ the night that Lizzy passed away, 
Now I got to get back to that town, Dear Lord, to have my final say.” 

“It seemed that my brother was luckier at love than ever he were at dice, 
But I had dashed his hopes each to the rocks and left him to pay the price.” 

But as he prayed and walked along a rattler took him by surprise, 
And as the poison run it’s course the murderer closed his eyes. 

And in his mind he could see his kin dangling from a rope, 
So as the snakebite did it’s work he took one last stab at hope. 

He drew his buck knife from his boot and opened up his shirt, 
To carve out his confession was his aim so with a cry he went to work. 

And when they found his body in the morning just a half-mile out of town, 
They found the note that he’d carved on his chest, “I shot Lizzy down.”


Details | Cowboy | |

Things I've

You made me smile, That's the only sweet memories I've! I fall in love with you, That's the only truth I've! I can even die for, That's the only emotions I've! your nature is good, That's the only reason I've! You don't understand me, That's the only pain I've! you love someone else, That's the worst thing I've! You'll never ever love me, That's the only worry I've! I wanna see you every time, That's the only addiction I've! I am not serious about, That's the only rumour I've! You always remain happy, That's the only desire I've! I always get hyper for you, That's the only problem I've! I'll always love you, That's the only promise I've! Never break promises, That's the only rule I've! MA LOVE IS REALLY TRUE THAT'S THE REASON I CAN'T HATE YOU!!!


Details | Cowboy | |

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.


Details | Cowboy | |

You Say You Love Me But I Don't Know Your Reason Why

Is it because I have plenty of money, or  because I plainly do not?
I need to know what's on your mind, not only setting mine at ease.
I'm sorry for making you feel uncomfortable by putting you on the spot,
Now, tell me your reason, in and out of season, tell me please!

You say you love me but I don't know your reason why.
Come on, Man, tell this woman sweetie words I want to hear.
The fire in your eyes sends my heart racing sky high,
It  makes me beam from ear to ear, year after year!
You say you love me, hmmm, that may be your reason why.

You not only say you love me but show you really live the life.
Even while all your friends are here, you still sing to me down on your knees
All through our years and more so now, I'm so happy being Mrs. Your Wife,
In and out of season, I am your reason, it's me, you're wanting to please!

You say you love me, ooohhhh. Now, I know your reason why!
Yeah, Man, you tell this woman sweetie words I want to hear.
The fire in your eyes sends my heart racing sky high,
It  makes me beam from ear to ear, year after year!
You say you love me, mmhmm. Now, I know your reason why!


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 | Prose Poetry | |

There Ain't Nothin' Better Then A Cowboy Lover

He was her part time lover
even though he was her only one
A man you could love
But she’d never let him know…
she had a full time heart            
Although her strings
had some wear and tear
throughout her years.

She wasn’t going to let him put her heart in his pocket.

No, she wasn’t about
to give her heart away
She’d play it cool.
Never let him see her fears
Pretend she was tough
Never cry or show any tears

He was a man,
raised right by his mother
He’d lay a rose upon her pillow
He was a man like no other
There ain’t nothin’ better
then a cowboy lover

His name was Jesse from Montana
He had skin the color of lightly roasted coffee 
from being out in the sun so much
His smile, a bit crooked
made him look a bit mischievous,
in a teasing sort of manner
It could knock your socks off 
if you gazed too long

She met him at a little café’ in Big Sky
leaning against the counter
like a long, tall drink of cool water
Boots, hat and all the makins'
of a real cowboy   

She had slayed the paper dragons of her past
Put them all behind her
She was bold and brave; 
asked for his number
which he willingly gave
with a smile, a little bit crooked,
a bit mischievous
in a teasing sort of manner

They’d cuddle in their blanket
under the stars and the moonlite
listening to Hank Williams songs
drinking coffee around their campfire
telling stories from their pasts;
laughing, snuggling
Before she’d go to sleep at night, 
he’d kiss her cheek 
and hold her close in his arms 
                     
One night as she lay in his arms,
he stroked her cheek 
with his tender touch, 
kissed her lips and held her tight

He said, “What would you do if I asked
"Ask what”, she said?
"Little lady, do you know I love you,
would you kindly be my wife”? 

When he said that to her that 
wonderful nite under the stars
she realized...

She wanted him, to put her heart in his pocket

That was the night 
she gave her heart away

  She wasn’t playin’ it cool
  She let him see her fears
  She wasn’t really all that tough
  Then, she cried and showed him her tears

He was a real man,
raised right by his mother
He laid a rose upon her pillow
He really was a man like no other
Nope, there sure ain’t nothin’ better
then a cowboy lover
                                                    *~The Sweet End~* 


Details | Cowboy | |

to the Lovebirds, As I Know You

There's a little Dixie devil  in that 
six-foot, two-inch frame.
He blinks that wink and grins that smile...
you know him.
Mike's the name.

He loves his darlin' lady, Chris, 
and courts her with a flair.
The Basquo and the Southern gent...
a perfect, magic pair.

It's a joy to watch them dance and talk 
and flirt and fight and coo.
The Fates have given them a chance 
to build one life from two.

Whatever paths in life they choose, 
they'll travel hand in hand...
that sweet and fiery female, Chris, 
and Irish Mike, her man.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

MYSTIC COWGIRL

She came from out of nowhere 
Her hair flowing in the breeze 
Wearing a cowboy hat and boots 
With denim skirt above her knees 

Her steed that she rode upon 
Was as white as white could be 
How magnificent they looked 
Both such a sight to see. 

She rode up along side of me 
Dismounted with such ease. 
Long legs made her skirt rise up 
My God, she was a tease. 

Her blouse was made of satin 
Undone three buttons down. 
Her breasts were free and unrestrained 
And tanned to a golden brown. 

She said "Howdy handsome stranger, 
I've been watching you for awhile, 
Is it true you're a tarnished cowboy?" 
She asked, with a playful smile. 

I said "Yes, I'm a little tarnished, 
But I can make your dreams come true. 
Is that why you came riding by? 
Did I cast a spell on you?" 

"Oh yes, I do believe your magic 
You can cast a mystic spell 
I can see you're slightly tarnished. 
How much more is there to tell?" 

I put my arm around her neck 
Our boots fell into a rhythmic stroll 
My hand was hanging loose and close 
To free buttons and her soul 

She smiled as I spoke to her 
Said "Do you really want to know? 
How I got a little tarnished 
Might not be a place to go." 

She gazed into my eyes of blue 
There was a little hint of doubt. 
My mind started wondering 
What was she really all about? 

She said, "Listen blue eyed cowboy 
I want you to talk to me 
Show me what you want and need 
I will do my best to please." 

We spread a blanket on the ground 
And together we did lay 
Campfire was burning warm and bright 
We made love, till the break of day 

When I awoke my pretty cowgirl 
Was nowhere to be seen 
Was she just an apparition? 
Was she just a mystic dream? 

Her cowboy hat and denim skirt 
Lay rumpled on the ground 
I picked them up and held them 
But she was nowhere to be found 

Guess I will keep on dreaming 
As I Hope for another chance 
To lay 'long side my Mystic Cowgirl 
And do another mystic lover's dance 


Details | Ballad | |

Riding Alone

Riding Alone
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi


THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!







Dusty roads...'n tired...blue-eyes...till...I...CRIED...'n...DIED!
I'm...so...SORRY...I...LIED...TILL...I DIED!
How...would...I...EVER KNOW...it...was ALL A LIE?
He said..for better...or FOR WORSE...and I...said...EVEN...FOR WORSE!
NOTHIN..BUT...LIES...till...I...DIED...AND DIED...my money...HIS LIES!

Summer Camp...a...TIME...IN THE SUN...'n BOWLS of FUN...CHILI 'N DOGS!
Journals 'n FUN...circling round...DUSTY ROADS...alone...LOST...TILL FOUND!
HE...WAS...SO BEAUTIFULL..and so...WAS I...till...I DIED...when...SHE CAME 'ROUND!
I...came...'round...FROM ROUND-TO-ROUND...till...I CAME AROUND!
And...BEAUTY...did...HE...say...HE FOUND [from, "You're a fatty...and a ROUND NOSE!"]!

CHORUS:

Riding alone...on a...WHITE STALLION...'n MY BLUE...SUEDE BOOTS!
Cool as a cucumber...HOTTER than WHISPERED... GOLDEN-FLAKES...
FALLIN on a BED OF PINK & RED ROSES...on a BED...of a...
LAZY SUNDAY MORNIN...my PUPPY...LOVE!
What starts as...GOLDEN-BURSTS & WHITE LILIES...and LEADS TO ALTARS...
Of...FORKS 'n THE ROAD!
D'IVERGENT...sheets of PAIN...as WATER...FALLS...on MOTTLED-ROCKS!
I'M...RIDING...ALONE...on a WHITE STALLION...his LETTER FALLS...as a
SILKEN SCARF...I'M...RIDING...ALL...ALL ALONE!