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Sympathy Cowboy Poems | Cowboy Poems About Sympathy

These Sympathy Cowboy poems are examples of Cowboy poems about Sympathy. These are the best examples of Sympathy Cowboy poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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guitar band dementia

camera three is having 
an existential crisis; 
his long languid lens 
has suffered in silence, 
an impotent shard of 
quixotic resistance, 
for his vision won’t 
focus on faecal injustice, 

camera three is having 
an existential crisis; 
mascots, despots, 
or other devices,
just won’t solve the problem,
or even negate, 
this delicate time 
in his delicate state,

camera three is having 
an existential crisis; 
Osiris, Anubis, Oasis and Isis, 
have all shed the skin of 
guitar band dementia, 
wheeling out wisdom 
for the fear of inertia,
camera three is having 
an existential crisis…


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Facing the Change

I wake-up missing you
Last 10-10-07 feels like a dream
But it is so true
I cry until i cant cry anymore
Daddy God has finally open His door
We had you 
But we had to let you go
No more pain
No more sorrow
Oneday we will learn to understand 
You completed your journey
A boy to a man
A wife and a family
finally you can sleep
im still crying out but i know your soul is at peace.


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Old Saddle Bags

Thar's lots of strang thangs I've seen in my days.
A' bit back a' old cowboy walked by me with two old saddle 'bags'.
I could see they'd seen better years.
'Cause here 'n thar they'd begun ta sag.

But, he was a' walkin' proud with them old saddle bags.

When he got real close I got me even a' better look.
They'd seem'd ta have been left out in the rain.
But taday they were covered with a' days dust.
They looked like they'd been left in the scorchin' sun ta cook.

I could tell they once look'd  very good.
Thar blonde color had turn'd,
'N it was a' dirty lookin' brown.
They weren't lookin' as good as they really should.

They look'd like hunks of dried out old beef.
'Cause thar serfaces had so many cracks 'n rankles.
I was a' wonderin' why he still kept 'em 'round.
Ta throw 'em away would of caused me little greef.

But, he was a' walkin proud with them old saddle bags.

He stopped 'n said "hello".
He look'd real hot 'n bone dry.
He ask me fer a' cool drank of water.
I handed him my canteen ' cause he seem'd like a' nice feller.

I took this chance ta look at them old bags real close.
Thar trappin's were still in pretty good shape.
But ta try 'n save 'em was far to late.
'Cause they resembeled over cooked toast.

The silver on 'em twinkled 'n flashed in the bright summer sunlight.
'Cause the snaps 'n buckles were kept highly polished.
'N I ain't seen more fancy silver anyplace.
Lookin' at them trappin's was sure a' delight.

But he was a' walkin' proud with them old saddle bags.

The old bags straps were holdin' up this 'n that best they could.
The catches on 'em were baddly warn.
'N the engravin's on their leather had gone flat.
Seem like he hadn't taken care of 'em like he should.

But this here old cowboy seem'd ta be as happy as can be.
As he handed me back my canteen then said, "thanks".
'N walked off with them old bags.
But they were far to weathered fer me.

I staired after them in sad regret.
Sighin' 'cause of the lost looks, 
Of the once young 'n handsome cowboy,
'N his two old cowgirl sisters.

But he was a' walkin' proud with them old saddle bags.

                     The End of the Tail