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God Knows I'm a Country Girl

God knows I'm a country girl,
and wouldn't trade it for nothin' in this world.
Long brown hair and big brown eyes,
I'll take you on an exciting ride,
to the big beautiful countryside.
Get ready to hang on tight.
Gonna give you the ride of your life.
Hair whippin' wild in the wind,
hangin' out with my country friends.
This is where the fun begins.
Raised up on fried chicken and red beans,
sporting my tight fittin' jeans.

God knows I'm a country girl,
and wouldn't trade it for nothin' in this world.
We can sit on the front porch swing,
maybe sing or even daydream.
Gonna have a mighty fine time, 
sippin' on that strawberry wine.
Gonna live a mighty long time,
on this beautiful countryside.
Boy, I hope you enjoy the ride with me,
maybe we'll go fishing or even swimming,
watch the crane spread it's wings.
Ducks gathering on the big wide open pond,
lovebirds making a bond.

Yes, God knows I'm a country girl.
There is one last thing I have to say.
Barefoot and fancy free,
plain as the big outdoors I will be.
Why don't you take a ride with me?
Let me show you the big fine country.

Copyright © shannon farlouis | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse | |

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

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012

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.

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

yippi-yi-yo-ki-ya

yippi-yi-yo
take control
be tough
cowgirl

strap on those six-guns
silver spurs
and leather
cowboy chaps

throw on the saddle
and ten-gallon cowboy hat
mount him slowly
and keep it steady
there now

speed it up
pull back hard
and ride him rough
be tough
cowgirl

yippi-yi-yo
ki-ya




Copyright © RUDOLPH RINALDI | Year Posted 2013

Details | Cowboy | |

THE GILPY GIRL IN OUR SOIREE

The wren hour drool within that 
very day, When we were taken 
on a forage trip, Beyond the 
karfanchan dangling viaduct,  In 
our own vertigo, And was coll by 
the alien sun of a day,
We passed-by, As enamor was 
with her, Many was about, I 
choose aftermath, As for aeon of 
a time, Yes it was such a 
wonderful voyeur, Had wish it 
lingers us far too off, I puff 
vrouw through my wife beak 
nose, Their ears, eyes stand-out 
like Coco-yam leaf, whilst  her 
frescata inhold my once 
beholden self , Some  whisker 
pups prance  across My vrouw, 
Wanton in their 
Omnishamblings, like a dumb 
duck, Meanwhile like sorts of the 
sky high, Behind their mounting 
shack, And her scamps out 
wrung the furthest spot, As we 
bore off a bit pointing yet, Felt 
we are on the hoof side.

Copyright © kelechi Emeaba | Year Posted 2010

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.

Copyright © Sam Ruby | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

He Likes Ugly Girls

Baby, I saw you starin' at him,
But you ought to give me a whirl;
'Cuz 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 thirty-three.
She starches and irons his jeans and shirts 
And he brings home new recipes.

She's told him he's good lookin';
Says, "Women are lustin' after you."
But when he takes a pretty woman home,
Momma says, "Son, she won't be true."

Momma 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.
'Cuz he's a handsome hunk;
but when he gets drunk, 
Baby, he likes ugly girls.

Yeah, Baby.....ugly girls.
You don't stand a chance.
And how that boy loves his momma.
Wouldn't you like to dance?

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

Barrel Racer

She tightens her saddle one last time
She's ready to go, ready to ride
Her palomino mare snorts and paws roaring to run
The buzzer sounds, now its on
Down the middle veering right
She makes the turn, the crowd ignites
On to the second whippin' her hard
The barrel tips but doesn't go far
One more to go, she's clenching her teeth
'Round she goes she can't be beat!
On the home stretch, kickin' up dust
Through the gate she goes
She's the number one

Copyright © Logan Holliday | Year Posted 2015

Details | Cowboy | |

I am what i use to be

I am what I use to be
the cild that played 
alone at night in the dark
I am what I use to be
the same little girl who hated to 
cry cause when she started the tears
never seemed to stop
I am what I use to be
the same little girl whos afraid 
of being alone
The same little girl who cried
her first day of school 
I am what I use to be 
but yet i still change
i am the flower bud that 
had

Copyright © trina aiken | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse | |

The Stallion

A horse walked in the ring, 
Alone but bold,
A man hollered to move him around,
His tail held high and his neck bowed,
He snorted and bucked in defiance.
The epitome of a spirited beast, 
He looked every bit a stallion.
No one bid,
But save on gal,
A tiny thing who most thought a fool,
At least on that day.
But as time went on, 
That horses spirit never caved.
But the girl was patient, 
And kind,
After a long time that horses will bent,
He was defiant and spirited still,
No mistaking the Stallion he was,
But save for one small girl, 
to whom he gave his heart to.
And day after day,
He willingly rode with her,
Over mountain and field, 
After cow and game.
He loved her you see-and she loved him.
And after a time, 
she went back to that auction ring, 
And with her was that Wild beast
Wild still or so it seemed, 
As he snorted and bucked freely.
But no worries-he wasn't for sale.
He was to be a father this year,
He'd earned the right,
And when she stepped in that ring, 
No defiance was seen.
As he bowed his head and silently gave to her,
Their will seemed unified.
She flowed upon his back, 
And he stopped spun and slid
Like an invisible hand guided him,
No movement of the crowd was seen.
It was true beauty in motion,
A Girl and her horse- One
Suddenly they all wished they'd seen what she'd seen,
Not a horse to be broken,
But a spirit to be fixed.
A partner she saw,
Not something to be controlled.
All crave this with their horses,
Dogs and loved ones too,
But rarely can it be found,
Too busy trying to break them, 
We fail to join them.

Copyright © samantha jepson | Year Posted 2007

Details | ABC | |

LESBIAN

 LESBIAN
HOW COULD YOU A
AND HOW DARE YOU
TREAT HER LIKE THAT
IS SHE NOT HUMAN
IS SHE NOT YOUR SISTER
THEN WHY TAKE ADVANTAGE OF HER
WHY PRETEND YOU DO NOT CARE
WHY CANT YOU ACCEPT HER THE WAY SHE IS
IS SHE NOT A PERSON
IS SHE NOT HUMAN
WELL TO ME SHE IS 
SHE IS A SISTER TO ME
WHY JUDGE HER IF IT IS NOT YOUR DUTY TO JUDGE
SHE IS LESBIAN
YES SHE IS LESBIAN
AND SHE IS PROUD
WHO ARE YOU TO LOOK DOWN ON HER
SHE DOES NOT NEED YOUR SYMPATHY
SHE IS OK JUST THE WAY SHE IS
AND IF YOU CANT CHANGE HER THEN 
LEAVE HER ALONE
SHE HAD ENOUGH
SHE IS TIRED OF YOU PEOPLE 
CANT YOU GET THAT?
SHE HAD ENOUGH
AND SHE IS A LESBIAN

Copyright © PEGGY MAKOENA | Year Posted 2015

Details | Cowboy | |

I am what i use to be

I am what I use to be
the cild that played 
alone at night in the dark
I am what I use to be
the same little girl who hated to 
cry cause when she started the tears
never seemed to stop
I am what I use to be
the same little girl whos afraid 
of being alone
The same little girl who cried
her first day of school 
I am what I use to be 
but yet i still change
i am the flower bud that 
had

Copyright © trina aiken | Year Posted 2011

Details | Cowboy | |

As the cowboy's ride...

As the cowboy rides...
The sun at his side...
The scarf given too...
Him by a girl he knew...
As the cowboy rides...
What warms his inside...
The girl he's left to do...
The range under the stars...
As the cowboy rides...
What brother's do...
Lead and drive...
The great herds outside...
As the cowboy rides...

Copyright © Kari Koivu | Year Posted 2006

Details | Cowboy | |

My Girl

Her golden hair shines like the sun,
her eyes a deep dark brown.
Her lashes curve so very long,
she wears a pouting frown.

Vanity is her weakness,
in her its way too strong.
She knows she is so beautiful,
and shows it all day long.

She gave me life when I’d given up,
from her I was reborn.
She is the beauty, and love of my life,
without her I am forlorn.

She’s carried me when I could not walk,
gave me strength when I was weak.
Helped me get to where I wanted to be,
of our love I proudly speak.

She’s the kind of girl I dream about,
I’d trust her with my life.
She’s there whenever I need her,
through trouble, good times and strife.

For me she’s been so strong and true,
stayed with me when no one would.
Her name is Sunny, she is my mare,
and she loves me like she should.

copyright Tom Welch
 

Copyright © Tom Welch | Year Posted 2008

Details | Cowboy | |

Girl

Girl should I settle,
Since faith Is dead,
And truth away from you Is fled?
Should I be led with happyness?
Outside look, pretty mistress! I promised you
Luxurious, and you promised Me, To be as true memories
As I would sweet; But since I see Your Heavenly Heart,
Farewell my part! though for to take It Is not my kind, but
To meditate, I am not blind, and as I find, so will I trust.
Farewell, thinking! Can honey of roses, wither wilt thou Girl
Guess Dawning of my long Desirit Day appeared the other half was
Hid In Skylight pleasure unto this blessed Night and all that's best of
Dark and bright Stars how pure how
Nature their dwelling place even as a Bird, which In our
Hands We wring forth plungeth and oft flutters with Her
Wing She beauty I will lament and love.

Copyright © Martinez Roberson | Year Posted 2005

Details | Free verse | |

Down South Girl

There's a country girl,
Down south I know,
And she writes some
Incredible music,
I'm tellin' you so...

I'm a NYC musician,
Been at it for a while,
Played many a gig,
But never with the style,
Of this gal I know

This Alabama darling
With talent I adore,
I could listen for hours,
And keep asking for more...

I'm an R & B man,
And play that classic rock,
But when I heard her song,
I almost went into shock...

Now, I can make my Hammond B3,
Growl and spit and hiss..
I can improvise as good,
As many think is bliss...

But this country Christy
Opened up my eyes,
Though not a country player,
I was hypnotized...

So keep your ears open,
There's a new talent here today,
And Nashville is yet,
To see their finest day!

Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2008

Details | Cowboy | |

Ain't You Demure

Ain't You Demure....Challenge


She rode in on a buckskin mare,
Tied up at Cote D'Zur
She sat down by a young cowboy -
He said "Ain't you demure."

She said,"My husband says 'lissome'-
And I prefer that tone."
He said," You're prob'ly cenosure,
But now you're all alone."

"I know you're tryin' for glamour -
You was an ingenue -
But there ain't no panacea
Just say what you can say."

Well, this went on for 'bout an hour -
Could be sempiternal.
The buckskin mare was gettin' bored
The heat was infernal.

The lather on the horses coat
Changed the buckskin's tone
It was downright chatoyant
As if some rare gemstone

And just then the husband walked in
As angry as he looked
What he did was ineffable
That cowboy's goose was cooked.

Well, she cooed and purred to calm him down
And whispered in his ear.
Her voice was downright mellifluous,
"Please let's get out of here."

May 12, 2016
The Silent One's Challenge

Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2016