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Details | Cowboy |

The Outlaw's Angel, Part II

...Burke grabbed Aura and they both ran out,
riding double on his trusty horse.
The word raced quickly through the town,
a posse was formed, as a matter of course.
So Burke pushed his mount, more and more.
They couldn’t go back, despite acts justified,
not when two men, one a sherriff, had died.

So they rode, pursuers hot on their trail,
until they reach a ranch high the peaks.
Burke pulled a gun while Aurelia seized
a new horse, both study and sleek.
The rancher fumed, too angry to speak.
Burke apologized, gave him all his gold,
then sped off again into mountains cold.

Two days passed, the posse drew close,
and both their horses started to flag.
No longer able to outrun their hunters,
Burke mad camp high up in a crag,
where he could shoot safely if they attacked.
The posse appeared in the meadow below,
lead the by the sherriff’s oldest, known as Milo.

“Surrendor now, or we’ll shoot you down!”
They shouted it as they stared to climb.
But before Burke could even open his mouth
the air exploded with shrill, Indian cries.
A horde of Bannocks their arrows let fly!
They swept into the meadow, circling fast.
The posse died quickly, not long could they last.

Burke and Aurelia hid low in the rocks
until the last of the Bannocks had left.
Not much was left of the posse below,
they lay still, and were mostly scalpless.
But one figured crawled amongst the dead.
Burke climbed down, still clutching his gun,
and loomed over the sheriff's bloodied son.

“You won’t believe me, but I’ll say it now,
I acted only out of self-defense.
You’re father and Grisby were gunning for me,
and Grisby was putting his hands on my friend.
There choices brought them to their ends.”
But Milo just snarled, and crawled away,
Burke and Aura sighed, and left him that way.

No one from Tillico ever saw them again,
even when Milo put a bounty of their hides.
Some say they made for themselves new names
and peacefully lived out their lives.
Others said, like most outlaws, they died...
And if you all liked this tale that you just heard,
Tell your friends about me, Bruce Bowden the Third.

Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

This is me

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

Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy |


To see her blog, adorned with pastel tones
Widens the gap that pervades my bones
For now we eat her passing meal of plain white rice
Leaving us all alone, without much needed fashion advice

The red light district has lost an inductee
For I would have love to be involved in her naked party
Yet for now we must all be content 
With the debauched path she hath went.

Sadness invades a binary world
Where tweeters and bloggers hearts have curled
Bringing back memories of Madonna’s ‘Like A Virgin’
Her fashion advice precise like a mastoplexic surgeon

I remember the fervour when you were followed by Kath Kidston
A similar experience when I had my first Jar of Branston
Yet when you found out the intensity with which I was following you
You wanted to change species and become a Gnu

You learnt to accept my frequent outpourings of love
When you finally spoke to me, I felt as free as a pure white dove
But upon your departure I feel pathetic and hollowed
The best I can hope for is the number of one of the hot bloggers you followed

She was always my muse, my intimate inspiration
No-one can cause such an outpouring of personal perspiration
My heart now yearns to see her type a special tweet
One that would make Mr Sexton act like a dog on heat

Now the world mourns the passing of Lily Fulvio-Mason
I can still see her face reflected in my wash basin
With every heart beat, every full blooded pulse
My sadness streaked blood makes my body convulse

But now it’s time to go, my heart says goodbye
The pain eats my nipples like the Syrphid Fly
I can finally see your body laid in an eternal rest
And now I can now finally uncover your breast.

Copyright © Tom Hyam | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

Please Help Me, Re-lyric

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

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

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

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 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

Copyright © R. e. taylor | Year Posted 2012

Details | Couplet |


Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballade |

An Ellice Island - In search of KindRed Soul

Long miles of tedious journey,
Missing my darling honey.
Travelling impatiently, spend thousands of 
Hope god will bless me with ma lucky soul 
at this season.

Equatorial island exploring its amazed 
beauty, glittering with immersed grasses.
Wrapped by queens necklaced small lake 
aside, at the outskirts of dalhousie.
My heart dwelled into its god gifted 
When the night lime lighted,
Millions of stars scattered around 
charming moon.
As if its was a wondering boon.
Lucky enough for landing with my next 

Eagerly waiting for my heart chaser,
Girl passed near by, few seconds later.
Flaming beauty mould my soul.
Topped with innocence, ready for my 
auspicious goal.
Her chic appearance,
Her innocent appeal.
Strucking heart raised with high beats..
Awaited for our romantic date in ma 
upcoming meet.

Frequency of our nature matched.
Stolen Eyes of each other were catched.
Strings of our heart whistled 
Everything had happened miraclelously.
I rebelled the three precious words of 
romantic dictionary.
Accepting my red rose, She blushed.

At event of recreation, campfire were 
Nobody around us, private moments 
between we two spotlighted.
Playing guitar, she sinked with every beat,
That's the coincidence our eyes again 
Hand in hand danced with the soothing 
romantic theme,
Sparkling smile on her face beamed.
Getting closer to her, because of her 
fragranced cream.
Expecting the light around us to be dim.

The romantic moment again came,
Flaps of my soul opened for the grand 
She looked too pretty in her gold lame 
My heart awarded her an order of chivalry.
Don't know who are you, but baby you are 
the one, I am in love.
You live in me, You are my love
I feel you in my heart,
You are my world, I just cant stay apart!

Please don't hesitate, please don't lie,
Whatever you feel, my heart can buy!
Angel of life, Its just you.
Completeness in life can't be without you.

Wanna Carry journey happily together.
Tickling nose, Queenly beauty of my white 
Hold my senses, its caught by you.
Don't let be just memories, wanna feel 
ecstasy of love towards you forever.
Promising to hold your hand throughout 
life in this lovely weather.

Will be your shadow, because your pain 
will be mine.
Its destiny that our heart clicked a 
snapshot of each other's soul.
Stopping by my question, Will you marry 
me, my Kindred Soul?

Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013

Details | Alliteration |

The Wild Snow


                                               The snow is twirling
                                               The snow is whirling
                                               The snow, The snow
                                               The snow is blowing
                                               The snow is going
                                               The snow, The snow
                                               The snow is flaking
                                               The snow is breaking
                             Not to soon but,one day at the stroke of noon
                                 when the sun is in the middle of the sky
                    when it is not shy the sun will pop out from behind the clouds
                                          and melt all the ice and snow
                                               The snow, The snow

Copyright © Adam Weir | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

An Angel in My Dreams

I see you standing in the moonlight 
Across the prairie fields 
A stetson pulled down o'er your eyes 
A thoroughbred at your heels 

A shadow cast upon the ground 
Your silhouette I see 
Standing tall, alert and sure 
You seem to watch for me

I stand in wait, you tip your hat
And into the saddle slide 
As you close the distance in between 
A tear wells in my eye 

You've rode through streams and flatlands 
Crossed o'er the mountains steep 
You kept your word and came for me 
My heart is yours to keep 

We ride off into the moonlight 
Too perfect though, it seems 
It's then I wake and realize 
You're just an angel in my dreams

Copyright © Bethany St John | Year Posted 2013

Details | Cowboy |

Learning as we go

You're growing up so fast these days, 
when will it ever stop? 
I still remember your first day home, 
Lil blue eyes and your golden locks. 
You held my finger, with your whole hand, 
So tiny you were in my arms 
And right then and there, I stood and I swore, 
To keep you from any and all harm. 
Though that's impossible, I hear you say, 
It doesn't keep me from trying. 
I would take on and endure any pain, 
Just to keep you from crying. 
You'll never know the full and complete 
Hold you have on my heart, it's God plan, 
he has blessed us together, 
Knowing one day he will take us apart. 
So bare with me baby girl, I'm not any pro 
I wasn't born a mother, like being a daughter, 
We must learn as we go. 
So slow down and enjoy this time, 
God gave to you and me 
I'll always try to steer you clear, 
And aim your pain at me. 
But sadly enough there will be days, 
When you must carry your own, 
But never think I am not there, 
It's just part of learning as we go. 
I love you baby girl, and rather 
Or not you yet to see, 
All my advice is filled with love, 
Only trying to steer you free. 

Copyright © Brandi Ketcherside | Year Posted 2016

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

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


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...

Copyright © Thomas Hsi | Year Posted 2014

Details | Cowboy |


At dawn, we collect our nefarious swords,
Drenched with dusk's wailing chords.
Hordes congeal steadily in torrents, aboard
Vessels abreast a boy who's bored.

Insipid wounds burst like dwarf stars,
Spattering lapels slicked with stagnant scars.
In battered lands stands a striated limb
And jeering tiers of perverted peers, slimmed

In spirit, hoarse and nauseating. Rumpled sheets,
Amass writhing; blackened defeats,
Repressed urges surge and singe sporadically.
Timid expressions impress, yet he still tallies.

Copyright © Mattifa LaBergero | Year Posted 2013

Details | Cowboy |



We drove back evil
We did some healings
I ain't hidin      from nobody
nobody hidin from me
the peace which passeth all understanding!!!

take care of your
own tribe        First
He told me take ye the proverbs
and set them to rolling
Thank u Jesus

Light       the candle John.

Copyright © gary dye | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

A Southern Angel

Sompe people may say they have the best pet, but i don't think so for i have 
known a southern angel names Pam.  She was a 28 year old quarter-horse 
valued at about 500 thousand but to me and my family, she was priceless.  She 
was auburn with a white star on her head and white stockings. She was a terrefic 
horse and friend, not just a family pet. But almost 3 years ago, God decied that 
he wanted a prize-winning quarter-horse of his own. He took the best one that i 
could think of, for there was no better than her. My uncle who also passed away 
about 10 years ago decided that he had one last rodeo left in him and wanted his 
favorite gal, Pam.  There is no doubt in my mind that she is now a southern 
angel, through and through but most of all forever!

Copyright © Alexis Bowen | Year Posted 2008

Details | Cowboy |

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 

Copyright © Roxann Schumacher | Year Posted 2005

Details | Cowboy |

Never Ever

                        Never Ever

        I thought that 
You will think ki not be 
         Back , form your life 

 Never Ever 
 How to tell how much I love you 

With love to all 
jagdish bajantri

Copyright © jagdish bajantri | Year Posted 2016

Details | Cowboy |

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?

Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2007

Details | Cowboy |

mad to know

     Mad to know 

Aligation of your tales 
Which I promise to full fill 
To give a new part in life 
 I mad to know how you are 
Growing with the sense of beauty 
And grace 
I mad to know how you are taking steps 
In a water of kiddes nature 
 Mad to know the last words of mine 
To you which takes place in your heart 

With love all 
Jagdish bajantri

Copyright © jagdish bajantri | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

Angel Trail cowboy poetry true story

Dry as Hell, not a rain cloud in sight
The grass is dead and the cattle need to be fed
At the end of another day
Hot cup of coffee, by the campfire light
Saddle for a pillow, sitting on his bed
Dreaming of yesterday

Gun fights, trail drives, senoritas too
Barb wire, lighting, a little tequila a long the way
Rattle snakes, coyotes howling at a full moon
Hard times and bad luck was nothing new
He knew that he would soon draw his pay
He knew the trail end would be coming soon

Dust storms, thunder is rolling 
No sugar and the coffee is bitter
But this old life is good
Cattle are hungry and cows are bawling 
Hell, he is no quitter
He would  not change it if he could

Then a barb wire pain tore through his chest
His hat turned into a halo and spurs into wings
It was quick as he hit the ground as his soul set sail
He knew that he had done his best
And that is what this old life brings
The angels took him home that night on Angel Trail

Copyright © Danny Nunn | Year Posted 2009

Details | Cowboy |

Do not freak

Don't be freak 

Your heart make a house of 
Cards your soul make a ride 
Of  ship in a tears of my happiness
 your nose breath 
Like the water tides in a sea 
Your body smell like the fresh 
Roots of tree leaf your eyes catch 
like a magnet of speaker 
Your walk like the snake in a sandle 
wood your Dreams are giving a speech 
of courage but don't be freak when I
 melt on you like chocolate my dear.... 

With love all 
Jagdish bajantri

Copyright © jagdish bajantri | Year Posted 2017

Details | Cowboy |

The Outlaw's Angel, Part I

Burke Bowden rode slowly through the piney hills
outside the mining town of Tillico.
Hiding himself there in the Montana woods
where decent folks would rarely go.
He had good reason for being out there alone.
The bastard Banks Grisby had driven him here
all over a woman, it would appear.

Burke had made the mistake of loving
the black-haired beauty, Aurelia ‘Aura’ Mahr,
Who worked down at Grisby’s Continental,
so was no whore, but tended the bar,
quite ‘scandalous,’ leaving decent folk alarmed.
But Grisby had an eye for the young lady
and would not lose her to a cow-punching ‘thief.’

So Gribsy had claimed that young Burke had
cleaned out his till late one sleepy night.
He had Sherriff Spahn deep in his pocket
and both came looking for a fight,
putting poor Burke Bowden to flight.
Complete surprised, he’d barely ridden out
ahead of a barrage of gunshots and shouts.

Now all the country thought Burke an outlaw,
he lived in caves like a damned wild beast.
He had little money, and no kin to speak up,
he felt like a cougar that had been treed.
But has had good reason not to flee.
Aurelia had said she was his evermore,
since her treated her as a lady, not as a whore.

Two nights after his expulsion from town,
he rode back in looking to resolve
the issue before him, however he must,
so on the Continental he went to call.
To bring the fight to all those involved.
But as he rode up, just part midnight
a scream leapt out, a woman in fright!

He raced into the hotel’s back kitchen,
saw Grisby slowly advancing on her.
“You wanna keep workin’, this is the cost!”
the bastard said, backing her in a corner,
the lust in his eyes a true horror.
Burke then bellowed out,”You back away now!”
Grisby, caught off guard, quickly turned abound.

Finding Burke there, Grisby went for his colt,
seething with anger and seeing dark red.
Burke went for his, but Aura grabbed a pan
and slammed it into Grisby’s head.
He hit the ground, already dead.
Neither could speak, Grisby was no more,
then up went a shout, a man’s angry roar.

Frozen in place, both caught unsuspecting,
a gunshot rang out, striking close.
It just missed Burke, going an inch wide
Burying itself deep into a wall post.
Burke fired instinctively at his foe.
A cry went up, and to their chagrin,
Sherriff Spahn fell forth, his stomach clutching...


Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2017