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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 | |


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 | 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 | 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 | 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 | 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 | Rhyme | |


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


Details | Verse | |


^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ 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 | 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 | 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 | 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 | 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 | 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 | |


          -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.”


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.   


	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 | |

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 | |

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 | |

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 | 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 | Ballad | |

Riding Alone

Riding Alone
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi

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
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!

Dusty roads...'n'n...DIED!
How...would...I...EVER ALL A LIE?
He said..for better...or FOR WORSE...and I...said...EVEN...FOR WORSE!
NOTHIN..BUT...LIES...till...I...DIED...AND 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!"]!


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...

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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.

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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.

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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 

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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!
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!!!

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Through the Fog

one eye open, Light flickers through
some die smokin, boots, whickers, booze
drawls and the draw, one liners move
sunsets on set, squirt bottles make dew

tossing and a turn around, naps till noon
suns rising high, pink sky, red lips bloom
she made love with someone, i never knew
he left, I cuddled her, just two in the room

text alert, nothing hurt, a bit of bad news
my love from across the states, my true boo
long nights, and sweating shadows, only few
knives cutting deep, as I sleep, are nothing new

I rhymed in my dreams, have had a  lot to chew
murderers and lovers, both happiness and doom
running away, driving fast, whistling a tune
falling down, making sounds, morning light soon

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Still Here

Though you slipped
from this earth 
so long ago
nigh on twenty years
I still feel you
here beside me
Hear your voice 
within my soul 

As I walk 
behind the back chutes
at the Sonoita Rodeo
your ghost elusive
follows me 

I guess it's true
what the old ones say
about gone but 
not forgotten 

For You're still here
in heart & spirit
every melody & tune
I dance in memory
with you

(c) September 2002

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A Pocket Full of Rocks

 Funny Story and unfortunately true. When I was in Prison at Pelican Bay State prison in Crescent City, Ca., one of the ways I made money or "cantene"  as it was called was poetry of sorts.. I was more or less the hallmark kinda person. Writing stuff for anyone that asked and especially when they paid. I was asked to write a poem about having a pocket full of rocks. I had made the mistake of boasting that I could come up with something at least with a beginning, middle and end about anything.....anything ..........You read this and you will see how wrong I was.....or was I?

"Pocket Full of Rocks"

I had a brand new pick up truck. 
A big wide screen T.V.  
A house up on the hillside 
beneath the shade of and old Oak Tree. 
I once wore some fancy clothes. 
All around the world I'd roam. 
Now all I've got is what you see. 
Flat broke and all alone.

I was known at every bank in town. 
Had more cash than I thought I'd spend. 
Both A Master Card and Visa 
whose limits had no end. 
I had women everywhere I turned. 
More love than you could know. 
Then I went and blew it all. 
Where did it all go?

Now with patches on my blue jeans 
and holes in both my socks, 
I've a head thats full of empty dreams 
and a pocket full of rocks.

No..I don't have a dog gone thing. 
No car! No clothes! No house. 
Hell even my best friend is gone. 
Ran off with what was my spouse. 
Yet I'm still fairly happy. 
I can't dwell on what I had. 
Cause' if I did; believe you me. 
I'd be to Gaw Durn sad!

They were talking about drugs. I did not know they were talking about a drug. So you can imagine all the crap I got on this one. .... Prison sucked. I deserved to be there. (I never hurt anyone, stole or terrorized anyone) This was a very lighthearted moment in a time of my life that was anything but pleasant. 
*I had no idea I was being so prophetic.........For Someone?

Thank You
The Applethoughtrotten

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He Loves Me

To me he said I Love You,
My life then turned around. 
The love I've always dreamed of, 
I'm sure that I have found.
He turns my sadness into joy 
He makes me laugh not cry, 
I can't thank the Lord enough 
For such an awesome guy. 
When he's at work I miss him 
The days are much too long, 
An hour seems forever, 
At least the eight he's gone. 
As soon as all his work is done 
He rushes home each night, 
He wraps his arms around me, 
And holds me very tight. 
He says, I've missed you baby 
I can't stand to be away, 
Your all that I can think of 
Every second of each day.

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ABC's of Love

Don't get hurt in the summertime
love sure hurts in the summertime
love burns hot in the summertime
I'm tellin you!
Don't love much in the wintertime
love is tough in the wintertime
there's not much you can do with love
in the wintertime.
Spring is a bad time to love someone
before you know it they're up and gone
Autumn is no time 
to fall in love.
Don't fall in love in the Fall
that's all.
Love sucks.

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Country Field

I wanna go shoot some beer cans,
light up the night,and drink the moon’s shine. 
I wanna see you twirl, in that summer dress
kiss your neck, while headlights burn through my heart. 
Fireflies’ll get dizzy when we dance between their flurry,
We’ll fall on grandma’s quilt and stare at the stars.
It can be so bright in a country field,
when it’s not so lonely…
And your smile, is bringin’ me home. 
Those muddy tracks were worth it;
got us stuck in each other’s arms. 
You’ve got me thinkin’… 
That a city girl, with a country heart
ain’t so bad.. 
You got me thinkin’..
that the sun might rise…
and I won’t even notice..
cos’ your starlight is just 
as bright, as any blue eyed country 
sky, I’ve ever seen. 
So, lets pour a little more 
moonshine in these cups, 
and dance til’ tomorrow. 
We’ll worry bout’ gettin’ home
when the day comes a-knockin’..
but I don’t wanna think about anything else,
but the smile pressed against my cheek. 
This country field is heaven,
and you’re the Angel ridin’ shotgun. 
Holdin’ me still, on this buck-wild 
makin’ me feel like bein a cowboy
ain’t bein’ lost.. 
Like bein’ in this field, 
is bein’ at home,
your arms…
the rest that I’ve been looking for. 
This field, the home, I’ve always had…
but never thought, I was searchin’ for.. 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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cowboy love song

a cowboy came riding,
with love in his heart,
coming to town,
with a gun in his hand.

he wants to protect you,
from all other men,
shooting till no man 
says bad words again,

yes he loves you,
yes its true,
never leave you, 
and will always defend,

the morning is breaking, 
and its near dawn, 
all guns are holsterd
till time to drew,

 shooting away, 
firing at will, 
his heart is rushing, 
in case he gets killed, 

his love he will die for,
to pretected her till end, 
no man will trouble
or they will be dead, 

riding from town, 
on his big black horse.
someone shot him,
his words are not forgot, 

yes he loves you, 
yes its true, 
wanted to protect you
from all evil to,
now i am leaving, 
lay down my guns,
as the battle is over
for you my love,

 took out the bandits,
no more will they threat, 
i shot them all
and now they are dead, 

living your life, 
as you mean to go on, 
never forget me, 
now the war i won, 

yes i love you, 
yes its true, 
always be near you,
even tho i am dead, 
am a gunslinger angel
to serve you my dear, 
no matter whats near you, 
i am always here,

yes i love you, 
yes its true, 
am a gunslinger angel
always here for you, 
drifting in no land, 
with my gun in my hand, 
standing for order
as im your angel cowboy man,,

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I Remember

I remember how your brown hair glistening in the sunlight, and your pretty brown eyes looked that one night. I remember how you looked at me when you didn’t like something I said, and how it felt when I lost you as a friend. I remember how the thought of you made me weaken, and my heart play hopscotch in my chest and I felt like a kid all over again. I remember. I remember how you smiled, and how u had a way of making everything about me seem beautiful even on cloudy days. I remember the first time I seen you cry, and I remember thinking I may be more hurt by your tears then what ever you were upset about. I remember thinking what if you were mine? What if I could make her as happy as she makes me feel just being her presence? I remember that you unlike any woman I’ve ever met have had a spell on me since the first time I met you so many years ago. I remember how quiet you were. How shy you were. I remember how it felt to have you close, but even more so how it felt to not. I remember how you liked to always be right. How you hated Shakira’s voice and how you told me its ironic your name means life because you feel like you don’t have one. I remember how I know you just smiled then, because even if you don’t remember saying it you know it’s something you’d say. I remember how much I know you, and still care about you so even if I try to forget you.......... I’ll always remember.    

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A Cowboy Cure Will Help For Sure

I feel yucky and not well
I am in a sickness spell
That's taken over my whole day
I wish it would go away
A banging head and throbbing veins
That are popping with the pain
Eye pressure that's alternating
Back and forth, its aggravating
Relaxing I can't do no more
I end up on the bathroom floor
A throat on fire's getting old
Some thing icy should keep it cold
Breathing's getting hard to do
I am turning very blue
I need a cowboy hunky strong
To help fix whatever's wrong
A six pack and lots of muscle
Who will lasso me and rustle
This illness out very quickly
Then I will only be sickly
For his tight hugs and sweet care
Every day while he is here
Embraces he will wrap me in
Fevers rising skin to skin
Heart rate beating with each touch
From my hero who I love so much

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Together We Will Be

Im sitting thinking of you find I do this all the time
Thought id make something of my thoughts maybe put them in a rhyme
I think of what we are and what we’ll be and what we’re meant to do
All I know for certain is I always think of you

You live in my mind now and I know youre there to stay
I’d be hurt so bad if you just up and went away
So I hold on to the memories and thoughts of you and me
And if you think about me to together we will be

So stay with me inside my mind until I see you standing there
Stay with me in memories til I can run my hands right through your hair
Stay with me in thought until your laying next me
And when you are inside my arms, together we will be

I never want to lose you, I hope I never will
I never thought Id feel this way its amazing to me still
So stick with me through bad times and enjoy with me the good
And ill make sure I treat you like a knight in armor should

I will be there for you no matter what life brings
I swear when I first saw you, you were wearin angel wings
You were sent down here from heaven, to fill my empty soul
You were sent here to me to place my heart within this hole

So stay with me inside my mind until I see you standing there
Stay with me in memories til I can run my hands right through your hair
Stay with me in thought until your laying next me
And when you are inside my arms, together we will be

Soon Ill be there with you as your falling fast asleep
Ill be there to help you as your counting all those sheep
Holding you inside my arms as I drift off in dreams
Oh what perfect future, a future with you seems

So stay with me inside my mind until I see you standing there
Stay with me in memories til I can run my hands right through your hair
Stay with me in thought until your laying next me
And when you are inside my arms, together we will be

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The Loyal Cowboy

A loyal cowboy always dies young but never goes easy
Playing on the edge of reason 
and bound for plains of Oklahoma
searching for an old saloon 
to drink  too much whisky in
he camps out and gazes at the moon
Plays a game of Poker but only if he knows he can win
Dreams of the love he left behind 
And wonders he will ever find another love of her kind 

A cowboy Keeps one love in his heart and never strays 
To the arms of another he will never fall
He does all he can to keep a smile on her face 
And from her kiss he find no sweeter taste 

Oh a cowboy's love is hard find 
but it truly one of a kind 
A cowboy's love will never die 
No matter how hard one my try 
Those memories he made 
will never fade

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Your Little Man

The ocean is so calm,
as the sun rises above the horizon,
for all the memories we've shared together,
I can't help but to miss you my dear mom.

I miss when you hugged me,
and told me I was your favorite son,
we always laughed cause I was your only one.

I miss our fights,
and how I could never win,
and how you still told me you loved me no matter how stubborn I'd been.

I miss going shopping,
and holding your hand,
your love was the only thing that kept me going,
and to this day,
I'm still your little man.

I blame myself for your moving away,
I feel I didn't tell you something enough,
I love you mom.
I miss you mom,
But I'm trying to be strong and stay tough.

Sometimes I cry not knowing why,
I feel some day's I can't go on,
but you're the only reason I try.

I hold you in my heart,
knowing how nothing could ever do us part.

There isn't a day that doesn't pass that i don't think of you,
the tears that fall from my eyes,
are something I compare to dew.
Cause every morning it's on the ground,
and that's when I first think of you.

I know I have done wrong in the past to you,
just mom please remember something,
no matter what,
I will always love you.

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Tucson to Texas

She says she feels the safest standing in the pouring rain
But it could rain for forty years and never wash away the pain
The bitter taste of grief will always be hers to swallow
Since she lost her heart's desire to that blessed curse called Rodeo

"Just one more ride & I'll be on my way, never more to roam"
now she wanders through an empty house that'll never be a home
how she longs to hear him whistling as he comes through the door
instead the silence is deafening & it tears her to the core

She wishes she could turn back time & stop the hand of fate
now he sleeps up on the hill & she will have to wait
to whisper soft "I love you" or one last "good bye"
she wonders if he hears her, as she silently asks "Why?"

That Brahma wasn't lined out for that chute that day
The rigging that he'd used was new, a present on Christmas Day
It wasn't anything down & dirty, just an exhibition ride
one quick show for the kids & he'd be back with his new bride

Now she sleeps in his old work shirt and dreams of his embrace
she fingers his battered Stetson & pictures his smiling face
No matter where she turns "He's gone" is all she hears
and stretching from Tucson to Texas, you'll find a trail of tears 

(c)August 2002

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'The Cowboy On The Battlefield ... ' (Cowboy Poem # 12)

Young Cowboy On The Battlefield
Remembered His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
Her Voice Echoed, As He Heard …

Rapid-Fire and Revolution
Missiles, Right and Left
Bomb-Blasts and Confusion
… and Silent Tears, He’s Wept

… Every Day, A Minefield
Every Night, A Raid
Every Moment, A Terror
Trying to Make Him Afraid …

Any Second, A Horror
Of A Buddy, Laid To Rest
Every New Tomorrow
Wondering, What’s Next ?

The Cowboy On The Battlefield
Vigilant and Brave
Stood Ramrod Tall and Terse …
Looking At Her Grave …

‘Just Make It Home, Son … ‘
… Echoed Thru His Brain
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
… Echoed Thru The Rain

And Just Before She Was Laid To Rest
She Said, ‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
And With Those Last Words, She Blessed,
And Said, ‘I’ll Be Waiting, When You Come …’

                    * * * *

… Old Cowboy, On The Battlefield
Remembers His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son … 
… and We’ll Celebrate Our Return …

Of  Note:  In The Words Of A Lady Rocker,
Pat Benatar:   ‘Love Is A Battlefield’
(but I Say, 'Life Is A Battlefield'

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A Teardrop Away

I hear a hawk cry to its mate
Takes me back before "too late"
Lonesome lyric desert wind
Sings me into your arms again

How I wish that it could be
not just a dream but flesh & blood reality 
Gone but not forgotten, you will always be
just a teardrop away in my fondest memory

The whisper of the wind brings you back again
to dance among the shadows of my heart 
Thunder echoing down the hills
I hear your voice so close it chills

Lightening dances cross the sky
recalls the laughter in your eyes
Suddenly we're once again
Dizzy dancing in the rain 

Gone but not forgotten, you will always be
just a teardrop away in my fondest memory
The whisper of the wind brings you back again
to dance among the shadows of my heart 

Gone so swiftly without goodbyes
but I know true love never dies
As I kneel at this headstone
I know I will never walk alone

For you'll always live within my heart
guiding me from the deepest part 
Gone but not forgotten, you will always be
just a teardrop away in my fondest memory

The whisper of the wind brings you back again
to dance among the shadows of my heart

(c) January 2002

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life of a rope

the last of your jokes ,a glimmer of hope
a knot with no rope
alone for now or forever it would seem
another dream of someone for whi I've never seen
closer the rope further the dream

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Burlap & Barb Wire

That's why you have boot straps, she's heard the old vaqueros say
But she'd throw away all her tomorrows for one single yesterday 
She wishes deep down for a better day somewhere down the road
But for now the grief, loneliness & tears make a heavy load
She's much too young to carry the burden she's been thrown
But there is no other choice, she will push through on her own
She'll ride to hell & back again trying to outrun the pain
But no matter how far she rides, he'll not come home again
Her very own Cowboy Charming, a fairytale come true
Until a cruel twist of fate painted her world faded denim blue
How long will she replay that single moment in time?
A day & forever, she'll still find no reason or rhyme
She has tasted love's passion & felt its cruel sting
Felt both the elation & misery that only true love can bring
She once carried her heart like a balloon, bright & airy
Now she locks it away deep inside & is wary
She's sworn never again to give in to desire
Now, its covered with burlap 
& wrapped in barb wire 

(c) October 2003

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Cowboy without love

A cowboy without love is as lonesome as a lone dove
Always dreaming an sending prayers to the man above
Long dusty hard days as the dust settles down theirs no love around
She visits his mind from time to time as the one that got away
She's goin like the wind it can turn his sunny day gray
He says in his head she'll be back one day 
I love you my love till we ride agin with our houses in the wind
It shall be the bests of days kiss an holding you hers my cowboy prayer till that day 

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Where are all the cowboys?
Where have they all gone?
Maybe they're in Texas, but they sure aint here - yee haw!
The kind who says, howdy, maam.
Then they tip their hat.
Maybe they're in Arizona, I wouldn't know about all that.
I saw one in a magazine just the other day.
Good thing he could not see me, and I'll leave it there, okay?
Where are all the cowboys?
Tell me, where could they all be?
Maybe they're in Colorado, but they aint in Tennessee.
The kind who say, you sure are pretty.
Do ya mind if I sit down?
A man gets kinda thirsty, and I'm new here in this town.
I do not know what else to say.
I just know the way I feel.
If God don't send a cowboy soon, I might find one I can steal!

Inspired by listening to my Urban Cowboy soundtrack.

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A Cowboy's Love

With all my heart I have loved one man 
Wild my heart would beat for him 
But he is gone now and I am not sure I will ever understand 

My mama told me never fall in love with cowboy 
Their hearts are as broken as the soles of their cowboy boots 
And their eyes are as cold as the barrels they shoot 

But it is a cowboy’s love that speak to my heart 
The smell of country air 
And the gentle touch of a strong hand 
But he is gone now I am not sure I will ever understand 

Sunsets and cold mountain mornings are all he cares for now
He travels the lonely roads in Tennessee 
And I am not sure if he will ever love me 
But I will always thee 

My mama said dry your eyes 
she has always been so wise 
For when one love flys south on the wings of a dove 
Comes the promise of new love

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When a woman says I love you

When a woman says she loves you, take note because what she means is she trusts you. When a woman says she loves you, it’s not because it sounds cute or surprisingly because she likes the way it sounds when it rolls off her tongue. When a woman says she loves you she’s entrusting you not only with her heart but with every insecurity she has ever phantom. When a woman says she loves you must first understand that it is not rather or not you feel the same way but more so that you understand what is happening at that very moment, because although I love is a statement when a woman and I do mean a woman says I love you, it’s a series questions. She’s asking you first of all are you man enough to love her back, Take her heart and do it no harm, and if not are you man enough to be bold enough to know that even if you may not feel the same way acknowledging it and being upfront is a lot better than dragging her along for what will be a both unpleasant and heartbreaking ride because you see when a woman says she loves you, what she is asking you is are you done being a boy and ready to make that next big step, that next big commitment. When a woman says I love you she asking you are you just going to keep sampling, or are you ready to buy? Are you done renting and ready to sign this mortgage? When a woman say she loves what she really say is……. Are you ready to make this Home?

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That Kind of Love

Kind of Love 

I need that kind of love where my friends wonder if im still alive. That kind of love that’s as fine as wine and can only be described as divine…… intervention from God because you had to be heaven sent. I want that kind of love that I used to tease my friends about being in, but I see now that although I was the one teasing that kind of love is appeasing so the joke was on me. I want that kind of love that knocks you down. Not just for a eight count but for the whole ten and ends the match not just the round. I want that kind of love where I can’t stand to be away from you a waking moment, and I know it’s corny but if my love doesn’t come like that then it’s not worth it and I don’t want it. I want that shout from the mountain top kind of love. That whenever I see your face my heart drops kind of love. I want that kind of love where I smell u when you’re not around. That can’t go a day without seeing you smile. That the thought of you is enough to pick me up when I’m down….. kind of love. I want to be so in love that I develop amnesia and the next time I run into my ex I swear on the moon and stars I don’t know who she is, because in my world there has never been anyone else but you. I want love. ……. That kind Love. 

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Song On The Breeze

She was born high on the mountain top
Where the soul stays pure and free
She sang everyday from the mountain top
Her voice was carried away on the breeze
The sweet angel voice floated- to the valley below
Where the Ranger was walking the street
Alone he would walk to serve and protect
The valley from the darkness it would meet
He was a white noble knight,in a black leather vest
He was the last of a rare hero’s breed
Then one day he heard the voice on the breeze

It sang, 
Follow your heart and you’ll find you way home
No need to walk through the valley alone
Just search and you’ll find the Angel Divine
And love from the mountain crest high 
Just follow the song on the breeze

He searched all around as he walked through the town
But the sweet voice was nowhere to be found
Then the darkness rolled in and he was at again
Trying to save the innocent souls of the town
He forgot the sweet voice as he followed the noise
Of  horses and the  bandits  escape
He followed them high through the mountains they climbed
Until he caught them at the top near the edge
He fought hard and proud and he captured them all
His heart beating strong when justice prevailed
He was turning around to take them to town
When he heard the sweet voice on the breeze

It sang,
You followed your heart and you found your way home
No need to return to the darkness of valley again
You searched and you found your  Angel Divine
And the love that was sent down from me
Now follow the song on the breeze 

He sent the prisoners away with the Deputy Shane
He said he won’t be walking the dark streets anymore 
The voice on the breeze has called out to me 
From this place where my soul is at peace 
He turned then to see the voice from the breeze
And the love in his sweet Angels eyes 

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        I can recall when we did things happily together
       sharing a love that should have lasted forever
       Sun light to reveal the way so we could follow
       behind her eyes were my tomorrows
      Then something changed her mind, 
      your expressions told me
     I had no affectionate arms to squeeze me

      Daily I awaken, then I fall to pieces
      each day I started out, then I cried my heart out
      wondering why I am still alive in this world
       Lost is a man with out affection

     I cannot deal with this world that has fallen down on me
      If you sincerely understand please come back to me

      I was good to you and at first you were good to me
       We were right for one another like birds of a feather
      I am sorry for how reacted to your actions at the end
       I loved you very much so what else could I do? 
      But Honey  where was your heart and where 
       It now?

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So strong and self assured
He rides alone always wanting more
Never satisfied with what's between those fences
His spirit will wake up your wildest senses

By the cross and thorns that is emblazoned on his arm
His substance runs deeper than his cowboy charm
A tame Christian man with a spirit wild
A man of God, he is your child

His reckless nature will never subside
Yet humble he still has his foolish pride
His heart is bigger than the tallest mountain high
And you feel weak when you look into his eyes

His hands so rough yet so soft to touch
For him no ride is ever too much
He welcomes the mystery that comes in the night
A lover at heart born ready to fight

The complexity of this cowboy man
Every woman dreams with him she would stand
Alone, looking at the midnight moon
In her dreams, she whispers...sometime soon


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maybe one day you will be mine
maybe one day i will be able to call you all my own 
maybe one day you will relize how much i love you
maybe one day you will love me to
maybe is all i can say maybe is what i long for

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     In the heat of July, 
While bringing in the hay, 
He gave her a baling wire ring, 
And this is what he had to say... 

     “Someday I’ll put a diamond, 
Here on your hand. 
A diamond pure and perfect, 
As sure as I’m your man. 

     But, you know, a diamond, 
It won’t ever shine, 
As long or as bright, 
As this love of yours and mine.” 

     So they saved for her diamond,  
By putting little bits away, 
Money for the diamond, 
He would buy for her one day. 

     But the money for her diamond, 
Fixed the tractor and bought a plow, 
And in the dead of winter, 
Paid the vet. bill for the cow. 

     The money for her diamond, 
Put the water to the barn, 
And paid the increased taxes, 
The county levied on the farm. 

     The money for her diamond, 
Paid the doctor in town, 
And when their daughters were all grown, 
It bought the wedding gowns. 

      It paid for the new roof, 
When the big wind came through. 
Then it it paid off the mortgage, 
Before it was due. 

     The money for her diamond, 
Was always well spent, 
She never even asked him, 
Just where the money went. 

     The money for her diamond, 
Helped them to survive, 
The money for her diamond, 
Kept their hopes and dreams alive. 

    Today it’s been sixty-three years, 
And the diamond is on her hand. 
But, as usual, in her pocket, 
Lies her original wedding band. 

     A twist of baling wire,  
Bent and covered up in rust, 
A symbol of the greatest of loves, 
His Promise and Her Trust. 

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' Outlaw Ballad ... ' (Part 1 of 2) (Cowboy Poem # 9)

You Rode Into My Town
Gunned all The Lonely Deputies Down
Blew-Up The Bank Of Trust, In Our Face …
Where, There Was Hope … Is Now Empty Space …
               … Now, I Gotta Chase You ! …

        Outlaw !
Armed and Dangerous
        Outlaw !
Jesse James, Would Be Jealous
  … of You – Outlaw !
You’re Outrageous …
… and You’re An Outlaw ! …

Stealing Hearts, Like They Was Gold
… Silver Bullets, Are The Lies, You Told
Just A Masked-Man, Running Away …
No Longing-Arms, Can Make You Stay
                 … This Is Where You Pay (Now) ! …

        Outlaw !
# 1 On Our Wanted List …
        Outlaw !
They Told Me You Never Miss ! …
        Outlaw !
… In A Duel, or A Quick Kiss …
… You’re An Outlaw !

Rustlin’ Cows and Cheating at Cards
Done Knocked Down, Many A Weak and Off-Guard
I Will Chase You Long and Hard
To Show You, How It Feels To Be Scarred …
                  … My Personal Reward ! …

        Outlaw !
$ 10,000.00 Reward
        Outlaw !
A Dollar, For Each Broken Heart
        Outlaw !
… Better Get A Head-Start …
        Outlaw !


Oh, I didn’t do Anything / That’s What All Outlaws Sing!
Oh, I didn’t do Anything / Then, This is Just A Real Bad Dream!
Oh, I didn’t do Anything / Stop! … Then, Where’s Her Dadgum Ring? …
                                Outlaw …

You Avoid Honor, Like A Hangman’s Noose
Out There, Wild and Still Running Loose
Wanted Posters, Up On Every Wall
When They Look At It … Tears Just Fall …
                   … You’re A Real Quick-Draw ! …

        Outlaw !
Look At That Brim …
        Outlaw !
Cocked-Low, Like A Trigger-Rim …
        Outlaw !
… Yeah, That’s Him ! …
 … It’s The Outlaw ! …

This is Showdown For Nerves-On-Edge
No More Hide-Outs; Not Another Hedge
No More Ladies, Lying On A Ledge
No More Lies, Or A Broken Pledge …
                   … See This Badge !!! …

        Outlaw !
I Shoot Straight From A Curve-Hip …
        Outlaw !
You Won’t Get To Give Me The Slip …
        Outlaw !
You’re Gonna Get Wild-Whipped …
        Outlaw !


Girl, I Know You’re Hurtin’ / But He Was Only Flirtin’
Luv, Stop Your Crying / Break Free From His Lying
Hon, I’m Doing You A Favor / He Ain’t Never Gonna Put No Ring On Your Finger …
                           He’s An Outlaw ! 

                           (Part One of Two)

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' Outlaw Ballad ... ' (Part 2 of 2) (Cowboy Poem # 9)

Nuthin’, But Trouble and Texas-Tuff
But for You – Stuff’s About To Get Rough
By Now, You Should Have Had Enough
Now, Make Your Choice, Hang ‘Em High, or Cuffs ? …
          … Come Out With Your Hands Us ! …

            Outlaw !
Are You That Hot-Bloodied, Heart Killer ? …
            Outlaw !
Well, You Look A Lot Like Him, Mister …
            Outlaw !
… by the way, that You Kissed Her …
        You’re An Outlaw !

Beneath Stars or by Light Of The Moon
I’m Riding Fast … Will Catch Up Soon
Midnight … Will Be Our Stroke Of High Noon
I Stand-Steady … I Will Not Swoon …
          … This Is Your Once In A Blue Moon ! …


… and Outlaw ! … I’m Calling You Out !
Outlaw ! … Come Out, Of Your Hide-Out !
      Outlaw ! … There Is No Doubt …
            … You’re My Outlaw …

       Outlaw ! … I’m Bringing You In !
  … You’ll Never Ride The Range Again
        Outlaw ! … ‘Cause Only Then …
       … You’ll Be My Outlaw … Outlaw !

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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...

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As I Close My Eyes

As I Close My Eyes
It’s you I see
with the other woman
I don't understand
why you left me standing alone
I just want you near

As I Close My Eyes
Im hoping you would 
be standing here by my side 
Living life isn't perfect
We all make mistakes
Im here to tell you
I'll do whatever it takes
for you to be in my heart
once again

As I Close My Eyes
 It’s you I only want to share my life with
I want to be your wife
We were up for so many years
Yes, since you left I shed a couple of tears
So tell me why we have to end like this
You are the only one I'll miss

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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

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A Blessing In The Heat (Part 2)

Johnny Clare is an example of many a young man who Cowboy'd in the truest sense of the word. He did a job. He did it well. Though he met an untimely end, his life did not go unnoticed. Continental Oil Company put up a monument to a young man who worked for them, but Larry McWhorter's words made him real. The essence of who he was is immortalized in that poem. It is more than a poem about one is a poem about every Cowboy who ever rode for the Brand. It is a poem about the heart and soul of men who built our country through hard work and sacrifice. It is a poem about one man's basic belief that time may march on, but those everyday Cowboys like Johnny Clare will not be forgotten. The monument stands as a reminder of "where," but Larry McWhorter's words stand as a reminder of "why." His words, a tribute to the spirit of man and a lesson on how to live what you love.

I cried that day. Tears of joy for having shared this moment with Larry and Andrea; for having one of my heroes of Cowboy Poetry recognize me and for his gift of words to me. We have been friends since. I love and respect him and Andrea; because they are good, kind, strong people of the land with deep conviction in their faith and strong relationship with the Savior. They live each day with grace, they give that grace to others and they make all strangers friends. Proud am I that I know them. Lucky am I that I got to go to Weatherford, Texas that day.

I have learned that it's not the trail we ride, but the tracks we leave behind for others to follow that matters. Time may march on, but word and deed live on forever; as does the spirit of any person dedicated to living life to the fullest while serving their fellow man. The impression we leave is our memorial to this earthly life. Building a monument with words and telling the stories about others so they are never forgotten is our memorial
to those we love and admire. Johnny Clare, Larry McWhorter, all those men I grew up with and those I am privileged to call my friends; all living life their way by the Grace of God, all fighting the good fight and marching forward no matter the obstacles, all inspiring us to live life to its fullest. When it comes to great men of heart and spirit the memory never fades and the words of praise are endless. And that, my friends, is the greatest monument of all.

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My Love, My Friend

I found you at last my love my friend
Never will we be alone again
Every day is bright and new
A new beginning for me and you
Two parts of a loving whole
Two hearts, and a single soul 
The years will pass and we’ll grow old
Together a love to have and hold
Gentle hands though weathered and worn
Holds strong through life’s troubled storms
I’m glad I met you my love my friend
I’ll love you forever and beyond life’s end

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How ????

As I herd cattle in 104 heat,
just to get food to eat...

Rememberin' what it was to be rich,
then all taken by the witch...

A woman so very evil,
like a fat bollwevil...

To let lies eat away lives,
as if to stab by knives...

It's really just not fair,
that she does not love or care...

About my little boys & girl,
& their poor broken world...

GOD knows about my plite,
only He can make it right...

Just want my kids to care,
about the sacrafices I made there...

I LOVE them &  swear,
that in My heart I am always near !!!

                                                             For My Kids, LOVE DAD  PRV

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So strong and self assured
He rides alone always wanting more
Never satisfied with what's between those fences
His spirit will wake up your wildest senses

By the cross and thorns that is emblazoned on his arm
His substance runs deeper than his cowboy charm
A tame Christian man with a spirit wild
A man of God, he is your child

His reckless nature will never subside
Yet humble he still has his foolish pride
His heart is bigger than the tallest mountain high
And you feel weak when you look into his eyes

His hands so rough yet so soft to touch
For him no ride is ever too much
He welcomes the mystery that comes in the night
A lover at heart born ready to fight

The complexity of this cowboy man
Every woman dreams with him she would stand
Alone, looking at the midnight moon
In her dreams, she whispers...sometime soon

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if a cowboy can love

if a cowboy can love 
u are the only he will wnat to love
but as he saddle's up to ride 
u are are still in bed 

he wish u will wake up to stop him 
but as he turns back to look 
u are not there
he does not wnat to leave 
he's one and only love behind 

as he ride on in the sunset 
three months want and he's back home 
just to find u do  not come out 
and he unsaddle's the horse 
and walk in the house 
just to find you still asleep

as he wake's her up 
u come in to he's arms 
crying that he's is back home 
so fro now they still together
with kids of there own 

so now we know that a cowboy can love

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One More Time

 How I miss you so.
I never wanted to let you go.
The days our long and the nights our to.
All I can remember is our favorite song.
  Wondering how long I'll have to live without you?
Seemed just like yesterday we met and our destiny were set.
Now, I would bet my life to hold, love, and see you again.
Feel your warm breath on mine one more time.
 You, taught me all I know.
 I never wanted to let you go.
Our paths were different but our hearts were one.
If given a chance we would of made beautiful music together.
Our own song. 
  We  don't  know when or how long but time will see if there will ever be a you 
and me......
                                             By: Amber Gil

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The love

Little did she know

In the middle of the night

Someone was thinking of her

His eyes shone blue and bright

Looking down upon her

Kissing her so gently

Careful not to wake his angel

Who slept in his arms so elegantly

He wraps his arms around her

To shield her from any harm

The air around them so calm and silent

She is his lucky charm

He drifts off to sleep

Still wrapped in sweet simplicity

She fills his dreams every night

With her magnetic personality

The thoughts that fill her dreams

Each and every night

Are ones of growing old and babies

She wishes with all her might

She dreams of a daughter

One to reflect her own self

With eyes that draw you in

And have feelings you’ve never before felt

A smile to make you believe

Everything will be alright

Even if all odds are down

And nothing good is in sight

So silently she sleeps 

In her saviors arms

Cause this is her safest place

The one place where she can’t be harmed

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Simple Prayer

A Cowboy one day
rode high on a hill
To ask the Lord,
if it be his will,
To send him 
a helpmate
strong & gentle
pretty as wildflowers
that bloom every spring
yet strong as the hawk
with the wind ‘neath its wing

Now the Lord heard his prayer
and gave it plenty of thought
then searched throughout heaven
‘til he found the angel he sought
Of denim & lace
her wings were made
‘round her all creatures gathered
He called her to the throne
and laid out his plan
that Cowboy would not be alone

Now together they ride 
side by side day & night
Cowboy & his Angel
what a beautiful sight

(c) 2002

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The Return of Dan McGrew

Some of the local thugs were tipping their mugs in the Malamute Saloon;
The music box sat still, as the keep slammed the till and wolves howled at the moon.
Then there appeared, right back of the bar, an apparition that no one knew;
Down in the dumps, that once Queen of the Trumps, sat the lady known as Lou.

It had been thirty years to the day it appears, that the famed shooting took place,
As Lou saw the scar on the man by the bar, she slowly recognized his face;
She quickly clutched at her throat for he had gotten her goat as she turned blue;
Because for all the world, playing a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew.
The now old man that plays the music box was starting a sad waltz song,
When in drifted a miner cold from the creeks that had prospected much too long.

Though most of the gold had long left the fold, a miner’s dust still had some joys,
He relished his women, booze and smokes, and bought drinks all around for the boys.
His eyes were the eyes of a man half-dead – a man that the world’s forgotten;
And Lou did think she’d seen him before, but lately her memory was rotten.
He toasted her health and counted his wealth, then drank long with that sodden crew;
And we wished him good cheer, then hoisted our beer to Dangerous Dan McGrew.


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Dinner For One

On cold days 
when the stock is gathered 
near the tanks  
and the steam rises from the water 
and mixes with their breath  
in the air, 
She thinks of him 
in that far away place 
and wonders 
if he ever thinks of her... 
Then she spreads the feed, scatters the hay 
and talks to the horses, 
Going on with this life she was born to 
and chooses to stay with. 
sometimes in the dusk, 
as she drives back to the barn, 
she hears his voice 
saying he would give it all up  
just for her, 
if only she would say the word. 
She supposes 
the word she said 
was not the correct one. 

She cannot  
give up the land. 
It will not let her. 
It demands her attention. 
And he is jealous, 
but unwilling to fight 
for her love. 

So, she hangs up her coat, 
kicks off her boots, 
fixes dinner for one 
and watches 
the evening Ag. reports. 
Before sleep 
she will write in the farm journals 
kept up for generations 
and now her responsibility... 
“Bred heifers looking well, 
no sign of sickness, 
water cleared of ice, 
pump still working after repair.” 
She puts down her pen, 
tucks herself in for the night, 
and as she drifts to sleep, 
she thinks of him; 
And she wonders, 
does he ever, 
think of her...

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Paying the Fiddler

I was nineteen that summer
  when I met him at a buck-out,
  and I was totally smitten
  by all the Cowboy charm he had.

I thought that he was rugged,
  (and undeniably handsome),
  then that bull slammed against the fence
  and busted him up pretty bad.

I was surprised when he showed up at the dance,
  he was battered and bruised but smiling,
  and I heard him talking and laughing,
  still high from the rush of the ride.

He said “You gotta’ pay the fiddler
  if you want to dance to his tune”,
  then he drifted across the floor,
  said “Let’s dance” as he reached my side.

Mama told me I’d be sorry
  if I ignored her and took up with him,
  and I really hate to say it, 
  but I guess that she was right.

But when I review my memories
  I know I’d do it all again,
  for that “Eight Second Feeling”
  of our first long kiss that night.

We used to dance for hours,
  in the kitchen and on the porch
  and laugh about owein’ that fiddler
  and what his pay would be.

But lately there ain’t been no dancin’,
  just long strings of awkward silence,
  as his eyes look far and distant
  and not so much at me.

Seems his spirit has grown uneasy,
  as I listen to him talking
  and realize it’s still Rodeo
  that truly holds his heart.

Oh, I don’t mind coming in second,
  heck, life is like that sometimes.
  But knowing I’m invisible,
  well, that’s the hardest part.
I suppose I should be angry,
  but I just can’t find it in me,
  ‘cause I know what it’s like
  to love something just that way.

I felt it when I first saw him,
  in the arena and on the dance floor
  and I still feel it sometimes
  when I watch him walk away.

I’ve helped him struggle to pay the fiddler,
  and it breaks my heart to see him weary, 
  so I stand in silent acceptance,
  as I watch him pack his things.

I understand his leaving,
  I know he won’t be coming back here,
  our life together, a lesson,
  one that time always seems to bring.

I walk out past the horse pens,
  pull the gate shut…and I lock it,
  hear my mare start to nicker
  as the trailer pulls away.

I’d like to say I’ll miss him,
  his past still holds my heart.
  But we danced to the fiddler’s tune
  and the final payment came due today.

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season is over.

after playing ball the contestants make there way to the draw wall.
Felling sore from the ride before. no one knows whats in store.
Justin took quite the fall, carson gets his horse out of her stall.
they check in with the doc. and he suggests they stretch and go for a walk.

as kevin rolls in, no one knows where hes been
Gene is having a really great year, as he celeabrates with yet another beer
wes made the top five, hes starting to feel the vibe.
coch kelly, always clean and proper, was once quite the show stopper

the team sits around the table for lunch, as the pep tlak goes out to the bunch
tonight is the last of the season, as kevin pops a choclate reisen.
some will move on, some will stay, its not the ride its livin for the day
Rodeo is not about being the best, its about your lifes quest

two hours before the show and just going with the flow
wes and carson play with there ropes, as kevin looks for the saddle soap
gene checks his cinch, as justin pulls some snuff and takes a pinch.
kelly is busy shaking hands, as people start to fill the stands.

grand entry rolls in and the energy is felt throughout the pen
the anthem is played and the prayer is sent, who will make the rent
the hosres are loaded and ready to go, with the intry of funny man joe
grand entry has left and the cowboy is set, with the swing from the gate there off 
like a jet.

Dreams are made and dreams will fade with every entry fee paid.
gene gets set his eyes are cold and hes destined to have a buckle full of gold
carson wrestles his steer and blows a knee, the crowd rises to see
justin slides up on his rope and feels just right, for hell make the ride of his life 

The show is over and the stock is fed we are thankfull noone is dead
reality is set and buckles are handed out, for some this is what their life is about
for some college rodeo has come to an end, but there is an open rodeo around 
the bend.
sad but true this season is over, but not to worry, its just another beginning for 

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Common Sense, Men and Horses / Short Version

 We perched atop the corral, 
   as he read the men and horses, 
And he told me about common sense 
   and it’s amazing, magical forces. 
We watched the men choose their mounts, 
   some were firm, but kind; 
While others used plain brute force, 
   to make their horses mind. 
He said,” Dealing with horses and people  
   is a special kind of art. 
If you watch ‘em work, you'll learn 
   what is truly in a man’s heart. 
For though it once was common place, 
   common sense ain’t common any more 
And many of the basic rules of life, 
   some folks will choose to ignore. 
The truth is just as obvious 
   as these fellows working the pens. 
There will always be Cowboys 
   as long as there are horses and men. 
And just as it takes all kinds of horses, 
   from renegades to leaders to make a herd; 
There will also always be outlaws 
   as well as men true to their word. 
You see, a man who can’t, 
   will often bully his way through, 
And how a man treats his horse 
   is how he’ll end up treating you. 

The decisions that we make 
  should be rooted in our common sense. 
Like horses, we should use our instincts, 
   or be prepared to accept the consequence." 
We watched ‘em work for hours, 
   as I hung on every word he had to say; 
About life, love and horses; 
   how God hears us when we pray. 
I simply took it for granted 
   that he would always be, 
Sitting on that fence rail, 
   talking and laughing with me. 
Time makes changes as it passes by; 
   I grew up and followed my star. 
But in times of trouble I’d hear his voice, 
   saying “Remember who’s child you are.” 
He taught me to read the world 
   though I didn’t know it at the time. 
I learned about strength and self-respect; 
   how to recognize the best in mankind. 
Oh, I made mistakes, but have no regrets, 
   for each is valuable in it’s own way. 
Combined with his words and an education, 
   they are a part of who I am today. 
So I honor this Cowboy philosopher, 
   who taught me to follow my heart’s voice; 
To see things exactly for what they are 
   and that happiness is a choice. 

And nothing ever really gets me down, 
   because of these things I can be sure; 
That home is where the heart is, 
   and that love will forever endure. 
I realize all those things I learned, 
   from books and college courses, 
Will never hold a candle to his lesson, 
   on common sense, and men and horses.

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Just One Last Waltz

The cowboy took her in his arms
and waltzed her round the floor.
He told her how much he loved her
how he couldn't love her more.

From the moment he first saw her
when he'd held her in his arms,
he'd vowed to keep her safe
from any kind of harm.

They talked about the days just past
when she had climbed up on his knee
about the time he hung her swing
up in an old pine tree.

The first horse that he had bought her
a paint gelding she called"Friend."
They had some fine adventures
and she could ride him like the wind.

Somehow, someplace his little cowgirl
had become a woman grown
and today was her grand wedding day
she was no longer his alone.

They waltzed around the room once 
more a tear was in his eye,
"Oh, Daddy, don't you do that or you're
gonna make me cry!"

He whispered, "You're the darling of my heart, 
I just wanted you to know."
As he held her close just one last time
it was hard to let her go.

He took her hand and he gave her
to the young cowboy by her side
who had stole away his baby girl
this lovely glowing bride.

But, he whispered as she turned away
"I love you, I hope you'll always know...
and then he turned and blew a kiss
and then he let her go.

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Boulder Ridge

The moon is full above the canyon 
   listen to the call... 
The music of the river 
   echoes between the walls. 
A love song for the brave 
   who boldly choose to walk, 
The path of their true destiny 
   as the drums begin to talk. 
The boulder on the ridge 
   catches and holds the light, 
Providing a mystic place 
   for passion in the night. 
Hearts beating to the cadence 
   of the drums far below, 
Sharing souls and secrets 
   only the moon will know. 
Breathe deep the magic moment, 
   It is here by more than chance, 
Come out of the half shadows, 
   Listen...Live...and Dance. 


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The Return of Dan McGrew


There grew some unrest, deep in her breast; a boding of dread in old Lou;
Like it happened before; again and again in some deadly déjà vu.
That miner from the creek started to speak, but stopped at sight of that stool;
The player was drinking so he got to thinking – sat down and played like a fool.
His music was of love, rewards up above, a prospector’s life gone too soon;
It came back to her, all in a blur; she stared at him in the dark of the moon.

How quickly time ages poets and sages, how awful she looked in her rouge;
The tune had now changed, and wasn’t it strange how ghosts appeared so huge?
“Now boys,” the miner says, “I’m a stranger in here, and I know you don’t give a fig.”
Then he glared at Dan and made him stand, and said, “It’s all up – this here jig!”
Then the lights went out, and there was a shout and two guns lit up the black;
But when the lights came on, the two men were gone and Lou was dead on her back.

That’s the true story in all of its glory, the boys to this day swear it’s so;
Some folks still choose to think it too much booze, and midnight sun afterglow.
But I saw the most of those double ghosts, yet now those mining days are through—
But they came back, it sure was a fact – to get revenge on a lady known as Lou.       

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Breathing Magic

She sees him still 
  at the river, 
kneeling to drink 
  and get cool. 
She hears his voice 
  in the murmur 
as it empties into the stillness  
  of the pool. 
She remembers the smell 
 of cedar, 
of sweetgrass, 
  and sage smoke. 
And always she hears  
  the medicine 
in the truth-words 
  that he spoke. 
On lonely days 
  she holds him close; 
wonders silently 
  where he’s been. 
His love is hers 
  as long as she sits, 
forever breathing  
  his magic in. 

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Addie Shaughnessey

My name is Addie Shaughnessey, 
I’m in love with a Cowboy, 
Though he up and rides away, 
Time and time again. 
I understand the lure, 
Of those wide open spaces, 
And I’ll be right here waiting, 
When his trail comes to an end. 
He’s chasing wild cattle, 
By the muddy Rio Grande, 
For a drive across the world, 
From Texas to Montan’, 
One day he will come back to me, 
I’m very sure of this, 
They were the final words he spoke, 
Before his good-bye kiss. 
So I’ll hold his image in my heart, 
Stay true to him and strong, 
For a Cowboy loves the prairie, 
Like a woman loves a song. 

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At the bottom of the canyon, 
Where flows the river Salt, 
On the rocks, by the water, 
Where  drums, time, did halt. 
	Stood the Tsa la gi maiden, 
	In water up to her hips, 
	Drawing strength from it’s coldness, 
	Touching it’s spirit with her lips. 
He had not intended to see her, 
But, he could not look away, 
He watched her drying on the stone, 
Tilting her head back to pray. 
	How one she was, with the earth, 
	Absorbing it’s ultimate power, 
	Hearing the rhythm of the drums, 
	Feeling them, hour, after hour. 
At last, she turned to look at him, 
And into his gaze did smile, 
He knew that she belonged to him, 
If only for a little while. 
	I cannot tell the story, 
	Of why she went away, 
	It was something beyond her control, 
	Until this very day. 
When once again their paths did cross, 
For their dreams had been other lives, 
Their hearts dancing in the Center, 
Where real love always survives. 
	So, once more they stand together, 
	The sound of water, time does halt, 
	Speaking the names that make them live again, 
	While hearing the drums along the Salt... 

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Gone to the Mountains

Sometimes the mountains call so strongly
   that I shall never know peace
Until I stand where Heaven begins
   and the bonds of this life cease.

I do not wish to leave you;
   I've not but words to leave behind.
I pray, when you read, you'll remember me,
   as strong and loyal an kind.

I rode the trail for which I was called,
   in my mind regrets have no place;
The adventure was there for the living,
   my heart says I ran a good race.

So listen for me in the laughter
   that comes easy among true friends;
In the sounds of men and horses
   beneath a sky that has no end.

And know that I loved you one and all,
   when you hear music or smell sage in the air,
Dance hard and live for the moment,
   my spirit will always be there.

Celebrate life and love and the West;
   be fearless and funny and bold;
Please take the time to finish
   any stories that I've left untold.

Past the meadow where blue bonnets grow,
   near the creek by the gate;
My horse stands rigged for an easy ride,
   and I can no longer wait.

So tell them I've gone to the mountains,
   to the land I loved and called my home;
That I ride with the wild Texas wind,
   somewhere west of San Antone.

© Debra Coppinger Hill
With love for TR, who gave me words and love and taught me how to be an outlaw.

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The Cowboy


Her heart was breaking as she stepped into the bar,
This time her cowboy had pushed her just a little too far.
The neon lights seemed to be calling as the music took it its toll,
Pour me a couple of them little shooters I feel I’m on a roll.

The music was inviting as she watched the couples dance,
Until she met this cowboy who held her in his trance.
She still had on her wedding ring as they danced across the floor,
This cowboy had ill intentions as he danced her to the door.

He said let’s go get some air as casual as that,
She said I’m sorry cowboy I just don’t like the color of your hat.
She turned to walk back in but he grabbed a hold of her,
She said you best be turning loose or else you’ll feel my angry spur.

He turned her loose right then and there this girl with golden hair,
When right behind her stood her cowboy whom she’d thought had been unfair.
He said I’ve come to take you home, and I’m sorry for what I said,
But you’re just so gosh durn pretty I git messed up in my haid.

She said you are my cowboy I’ve got my brand on you,
But you’re gonna have to loosen up on them reins when I ask you to.
He said you got yourself a deal I’ll give it all I’ve got,
No more roping or the rodeos cause honey making you happy truly means a lot.

He grabbed up his little filly and sat her in his truck,
And told her that he loved her and with him she was stuck.
They rode off into the sunset,
This story had a good ending so listen don’t you fret.

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As I am with a cervesa in my hand
I watched this filly dance around
Her mane blowing in the wind
The moonlight makes it shine

I know this little mare has got to be mine
She moves quickly from side to side
with her head held high
I picture it in my mind
This one will be mine

I know I can make it work, I'll lasso
Her yet with her tight pants and chaps 
And her high heeled boots this one's 
Ready to start

I'll hold my rope tight
set my heels in
And harder she fights
the better it will be

This little filly with her head held high
I now she;ll move closer to me

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A Moment

At first I was distracted, I was surrounded by illusion;
Yet once iI over came my doubts  there were easy drawn conclusions.
  I found treasures in the corners, there were pleasures in the rooms;
  There were joys beyond my measure and the gardens were in bloom.
A light would fill the dark, when the dove did spread her wings;
There was music in the air and I heard an angel sing.
  My worries of my destiny were put up in a file;
  I lived each day expectantly, I was happy all the while.
I created pretty pictures with the using of my words;
I presented times of better days from everything I heard.
  It could have been my paradise, or maybe my demise;
  It was a place I"d never been, where my spirit learned to fly.
The old ways overcame me, I never could be still;
I'll never know just why I left and I guess I never will.
  I can hear the angel singing, I see the workings of my art;
  I smell the fragrance of the flowers and the joys that thrilled my heart.
It was such a fleeting moment, That I may never see again;
Is everything I ever was, is it what I was back then?

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A Day

He never thought
A day will come
Over his thirty years service,
He will be insulted
And kicked out
By his junior owner,
Last full week
Weather was freezing all,
But the junior owner
Enjoyed the whole week
With his feather pillows
And a healthy young body,
Delivered his message
A young lad came always
With his new order,
But a poor old life,
Feeds the cattle’s
And removed their mess.
It was a sunny day,
The sheep’s were grazing 
In the field,
He was standing on the rock
Looking into the sky
And speaking with someone,
I never seen you
But you are great.
Nobody had control
This Air is free,
I can breathe freely
Can sing and talk
I always embraced 
When it came to me,

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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!


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Rodeo Roy

Rodeo Roy was a buckaroo boy,
A buckaroo boy was he—
Bulls and horses determined his courses—
They say he was only three!

Rodeo Roy never found his true joy,
Until he was all of ten—
He learned to chaw just like his dear ol’ paw,
Till he gulped and lost his grin!

He shot the bull until he was plum full
And had to prove he’s a man—
He rode longhorns till he bucked in the thorns,
But he showed he had the sand!

He wrestled steers till they came out his ears
And threw a good houlihan—
He rode bad broncs and took him some hard knocks—
But his life was never bland.

Rodeo Roy had to seek new employ—
It seemed he had done it all—
Sioux City Sal then soon became his gal
And that’s how ol’ Roy did fall!

Sioux did allow Roy into her corral,
But he’s the one that got caught.
Rodeo Roy has a buckaroo boy—
He’s changin’ diapers like he ought!

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Across the plains a warrior roams 
  He searches for a quest he knows not of 
  He left his village miles away 
  Following a vision the Spirits sent to show him the way 
  He knows not why he searches so 
  Yet in his heart when he sees it he will know 
  For when he does he will no longer roam 
  He will find his morning light his shinning star 
  The reason he has traveled so far 
  A maiden who will end his roaming days 
  A soul mate to be with the rest of his days 
  A maiden as beautiful as the sun's light 
  Who will capture his heart at first sight 
  The Spirits have chosen it to be 
  It will be their destiny 

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$weet Violent

Ask Me no more where Jove bestows when
June is past, the fading roses, for In your beauty's
Orient deep these flowers, as In their cause sleep ask
Me no more whither do stray the golden atoms of the Day;
For in pure love Heaven did prepare those
Powders to enrich your hair ask Me no more whither
Doth haste the nighttingale when May is past;
For In sweet dividing lawn She Winters, and keeps warm Her
Note ask Me no more where those Star's light, that
Downwards fall in dead of Night for in your Eye's they
Sit and there fixed become as In there sphere ask Me
No more if East or West the foundation builds Her spicy
Fragrant sweet violent sent love thou art absolute sole
Lord I gift writing poetry to prove the word we'll now
Appeal to no none of all those thy old Poet's great and tall.

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He Loves Them Darn Cowboys

He loves them darn cowboys, more than the rest,
Ropin' an a ridin' an doin' what they do best.
If it be on the long cattle run, or in the bunkhouse.
He's guessin' he would shore 'nuff die with 'em 
Rather than be trapped with those city folk. 
Like some kind of a church-mouse louse.

He ain't got nothin' against them dudes in the city,
But they can't hold a candle to them men that get gritty.
There's nothin' like busting the bronc an' ridin' the bull;
Like ridin' a tornado, it's all that he can darn think of 
That gives him at great thill and makes his joys roll.
Lovin' those darn cowboys, is better than any kind o' love.

Like his boots, buckles and spurs that he is most fond of t'day,
Theren't much much a cowboy who loves cowboys can say.
An' Like the Alamo, a cowboy should remember his kind,
Even if it seems at times bein' put to the test.
And the map ain't always the territory for one to find...
He loves them darn cowboys, more than the rest.

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Ma James

All them folks ‘round here keep tellin’ me my boys ain’t no good.
They might be a tad bit wild, but they is jest misunderstood.
Ya see their paw died afore they got ta even know him—
Me raisin’ ‘em as a single mother made their chances slim.

But I did best I could; made ‘em live by the golden rule.
I knows they was doin’ more wrong than right, I ain’t no fool.
Then them Pinkertons sneaked ‘round here ta do ‘em some harm—
Killed their simple half-brother and done clear blew off my arm!

It’s not that I is bitter, but I wished down the wrath of God
When Bob Ford killed my Jesse and I laid ‘em in this sod.
They weren’t ‘bout ta steal my baby and put ‘em on display
Like they did them other gun men that had lived past their day.

So me and Frank tend ta Jesse who at last is at his rest,
I’m growin’ old and feeble and will soon past like the West.
So we’ll move Jess ta a proper place, let him sleep in peace—
Jesse always was the wild one, jest like the southward geese.

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The afternoon sun was warm and bright, as we sat underneath the old tree.
We'd ridden the buggy out from town, my dog, my sweetheart and me.

The blanket was spread out in the shade, a lunch of chicken and bisquits and tea.
We were ready to enjoy the day, my dog, my sweetheart and me.

I gazed at her there with eyes so blue, and hair like new spun gold,
And wished the day to last forever, in my memory to have and to hold.

But then I awoke and found, myself at the graveside to be,
And remembered that time from long, long ago...........
With my dog, my sweetheart, and me.

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Prickly Pete's Close Shave

Ol’ Pete he had a new gal friend that he wanted to prank—
His idear was to shoot her silhouette like Buckskin Frank!

It was Frank Leslie that first shot holes all around his girl—
So Pete thought he’d do it too or at least give it a whirl!

But what he did not count on was the mettle of that dame—
After he pulled his little trick, he never was the same!

He did not know her fuse was short and she practiced with knives—
And that her list of beaus was long and how most lost their lives!

So when he commenced to shootin’ round his new love, Molly,
She done started throwin’ knives and ‘bout clipped him, by golly!

Pete learned his lesson as she sat down and played piano—
As he pulled out knives thrown south that near made him soprano.

And Prickly swore that nevermore would he shoot at his mate—
At least not wives that packed sharp knives and would likely castrate! 

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A Cowboy's Valentine

I hold the hair of my lady near—
That in the sweet spring breeze does blow,
As I softly whisper in her ear
Of love only a few can know. 

Some say that our passion should not be,
That it’s something not natural—
But it will last as long as the sea—
Hand in hand by the old corral.

I can’t help but love her equine nose 
As we sashay ‘midst all the poop—
Her breath is fresh as dew-touched rose,
Though her big, blank fish eyes do droop.

And if our love does seem a might coarse,
Reckon I’s just a cowboy lout—
I’s talkin’ ‘bout my gal, NOT my horse—
She’s just not much to write home about!