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Details | Lyric |

God Knows I'm a Country Girl

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

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

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

Copyright © shannon farlouis | Year Posted 2010


Details | Free verse |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |

Please Help Me, Re-lyric

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

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

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

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014


Details | Rhyme |

He Likes Ugly Girls

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

Yeah, he still lives with his momma,
Even tho' he's thirty-three.
She starches and irons his jeans and shirts 
And he brings home new recipes.

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

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

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

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

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

yippi-yi-yo-ki-ya

yippi-yi-yo
take control
be tough
cowgirl

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

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

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

yippi-yi-yo
ki-ya




Copyright © RUDOLPH RINALDI | Year Posted 2013

Details | Carpe Diem |

Pricked

Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.

Copyright © Sam Ruby | Year Posted 2013

Details | Cowboy |

THE GILPY GIRL IN OUR SOIREE

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

Copyright © kelechi Emeaba | Year Posted 2010

Details | I do not know? |

Barrel Racer

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

Copyright © Logan Holliday | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC |

LESBIAN

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

Copyright © PEGGY MAKOENA | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

The Stallion

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

Copyright © samantha jepson | Year Posted 2007

Details | Cowboy |

I am what i use to be

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

Copyright © trina aiken | Year Posted 2011

Details | Cowboy |

I am what i use to be

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

Copyright © trina aiken | Year Posted 2011

Details | Cowboy |

My Girl

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

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

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

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

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

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

copyright Tom Welch
 

Copyright © Tom Welch | Year Posted 2008

Details | Cowboy |

As the cowboy's ride...

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

Copyright © Kari Koivu | Year Posted 2006

Details | Cowboy |

Ain't You Demure

Ain't You Demure....Challenge


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

May 12, 2016
The Silent One's Challenge

Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2016

Details | Cowboy |

Girl

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

Copyright © Martinez Roberson | Year Posted 2005

Details | Free verse |

Down South Girl

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2008

Details | Cowboy |

Raising The Girl Right, Part I

Prentice Haines was the son of wealth,
the youngest of a brood of nine.
At sixteen he fled from Boston town
for the rugged life of western climes,
trapping fur took up his time.
Before a year passed he’d married a squaw,
his wife in fact, if not in law.

A daughter came quick, he named her Nell,
Bbt fate followed with darkness in store.
His wife Feathered Dove died of a fever
a year after sweet Nell was born,
but Prent had little time to mourn.
His daughter knew not that her ma was gone,
so Prent lived for her, Prent soldiered on.

Three years passed swiftly, one sunny noon
Pent and Nell walked into Sally’s case.
She gave them a smile, she always did,
then with sweet Nell did she play.
Sally was always in a happy way.
For four years since her husband died
she’d been running this place and getting by.

While Nell ran about, Prent said to Sal:
“I’m thinking of heading back east.
Time to think about schooling for Nell,
someone who womanly manners can teach.
And I suppose a new wife I should seek.”
Sally, she smiled, teeth white as pearls,
Aad said,”Not just in Boston can you find a girl.”

But Prent didn’t hear her, so lost in his mind,
Saying,”Yep, I think she will need a good school.
Being a half-breed will be troublesome enough,
can’t let her grow up just another fool.
Can’t fall short by my little jewel.
But Sally take my thanks, before I go,
for watching over her, while I trapped in the snow.”

She smiled sadly at that, then she explained:
“Watching Nelly was truly a pleasure.
She’s a wonderful girl, and I see clearly
why her father calls her his treasure.”
She bade them both good-bye forever.
At the station next day, early came
the long, hissing snake that was their train.

Across half the continent they went,
sweet Nell’s face glued to the window,
seeing prairie, farm, hills, and town
Aa along the tracks they’d go.
For Nell it really was quite a show.
And finally, the chugging train pulled on in,
blowing its great whistle at Boston’s station.

Prent knocked on the door to his parent’s house,
waiting until he heard some footsteps.
The door swung open, revealing the maid
so shocked that she looked pale as death.
She called out the name ‘Annabeth.’
A minute went by and his sister appeared,
oldest of the Haines children in years...

CONTINUES IN PART II...


Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2017

Details | Cowboy |

Raising The Girl Right, Part IV

Sally saw his expression, and smiled at him.
“Prent, I never thought you’d be back.
Whatever happened to make you return?
Whatever blew your great plans of track?
What was it that the big city lacked?”
He nodded his head, and said it true:
“Boston has much, but not women like you.”

Sally’s jaw dropped, how could it not?
She stared at him, fixed on his eyes.
He said,”If you’ll have a foolish trapper,
I was thinking we might give it a try.
You’re the best girl I know, that’s no lie.”
The café went quiet, all looked on
Then Sally his lips brushed a kiss upon.

“Well I guess you leave me no choice now,
We’ll just have to go and get wed.
You heard me folks, the café’s closing!
Find somewhere else to get fed!”
Nell squealed, and Sal tussled her head.
Prent wrapped them both up in his arms,
vowing that he’d never do either harm.

Within an hour the preacher said the words
and together the two were bound.
Word spread quick and folks came out
from all of the buildings in town,
to see the new couple riding down.
Prent he ignored them, just kissed his wife
knowing together they’d raise the girl right.

Along with any others that might come along…

Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2017

Details | Cowboy |

Raising The Girl Right, Part II

She frowned at him, still dressed in his skins,
then cast her gaze upon sweet Nell.
“Why do you bring a savage with you?
Long, lost, little brother, do tell?”
Prent knew this would be a hard sell.
“She’s your niece,”he informed,”My little girl.
I came home so she could learn the ways of the world.”

Annabeth laughed, then she glowered at him.
“If only our father could see you now.
Consorting with whores, laying with squaws,
that’s how he figured you would turn out.”
But Prent would let no one talk down.
“I came here to settle, and do right by Nell.
If you don’t want to help me, I’ll do it myself!”

Annabeth sighed, and motioned them inside,
but the scowl never did leave her face.
“Mother, I’m afraid, was laid up by a stroke,
I’ve taken over running this place.
I guess you and your…child can stay.
But I’m telling you now, just so you know,
I’m not associating with folks in such ratty clothes!”

The days that came transformed them both
Into good facsimiles of civilized folk.
Prent wore waist-coats, Nell put on a dress
With a high collar that nearly choked,
So tight it was that poor Nell spoke:
“Daddy, daddy! It huwrts my neck!”
Said Annabeth,”Child, you’ll get used to that.”

Days went by and a tutor was hired,
to try and teach the irrepressible girl.
Annabeth grimly took it on herself
to impart on her manners of the world,
still scowling at her like a churl.
While Prent went to his brother Ike,
to see if the banker had a job he’d like.

But luck was not with him at the bank,
owned sixty years by his family.
He still had no skill for business talk,
or keeping the customers happy.
He found his spirits soon flagging.
Plus, when it came to finding a love,
it seemed he was cursed by Heaven above.

Some would walk with him if he called,
but most ran when they learned of Nell.
One was so shocked he’d married a squaw
that she loudly condemned him to Hell.
In truth, it was all just as well.
A mother, he thought, Nell needed to grow,
but none of these women would make that so.

A month passed, and things grew strained,
Annabeth seemed more and more disturbed.
“She won’t learn her manners, and only talks
about trapping, horses, and pet squirrels!
That’s no kind of talk for a young girl!”
She threw up her hands, and said,”I’m done!
There is no helping that little one.”

CONTINUES IN PART III...

Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2017

Details | Cowboy |

Raising The Girl Right, Part III

Later that night, Ike and the others arrived
for a gala they held every first of June.
To be filled with dancing, feasting, and fun
with a full band to play people tunes,
inviting every respectable person they knew.
But before the part, to Prent Ike came,
Saying,”Now brother, we must hide your shame.”

Prent raised an eyebrow, truly confused.
“Now what every can you mean brother”
Ike said,”You know full well what I mean.
That little girl with the savage mother.
We don’t want good folk to discover—”
But before he could say another word more
Prent knocked his brother flat onto the floor.

His siblings came running to see the fuss,
and stared on quite incredulously.
Prent said,”Now, it’s all coming back,
all the reasons I decided to leave.
I see what father would have made of me!
I came here worried about my daughter’s fate,
but bringing her here was my greatest mistake!”

Annabeth gasped, and began to argue,
but Prent shot her his best death glare.
“I’ve had enough disdain to last a lifetime,
so dear sister, you’d better not dare.”
He kept her pinned there with his stare.
“But of you gala, you need have no fear,
tomorrow we’re going far away from here.”

Sure enough they were back on a train,
he in skins and her in traveling clothes,
Prent took great pleasure in seeing Nell smile,
her little face still pressed to the window,
riding back west to their home, Colorado.
Knowing fully that this was the end,
he’d never see any of his family again.

III.
When the stage reached town Prent took Nell
down the road towards Sally’s Café.
He’d had a whole ride to think of the words
that he desperately wanted to say.
Course talking never was really his way.
How he’d ask her, he didn’t right know,
they walked in and Sally went pale as a ghost.

She turned quickly from all her customers
and scooped up sweet Nell in an embrace
The girl smiled and hugged her tight,
showering kisses on Sally’s face.
Prent knew then that this was his place.
He said,”Sally, I think you were in the know.
back when you told me of good women right close.”

CONCLUDES IN PART IV...

Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2017