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Details | Free verse |

The Cowboy Life I Love

I squint my eyes from the glaring sun
As I drive cattle across the open range.
I am the youngest hand, so I ride drag
Covered by the dust stirred into the wind.

This is the life I have chosen
To hear the steady creaking of my saddle
The songs of the cowboys as they lead the herd
The lowing cattle as they smell water.

This is the life I live
To see the endless stretches of prairie
The hens and rabbits scuttling away
The ponderous beasts flowing in a living stream.

This is the life I love
Watching the horses graze peacefully at night
The cattle milling about during my night ride
My horse's gentle breathing as I circle them.

May this be my lot while here I remain
May I drink from the freely flowing streams
And breathe the pairie air until I die.

Whether life be short or long
May I ever onward toil, and be content
With the satisfaction of honest work
With the steady pounding of hooves
Biscuits and chili by a wavering fire
And sleeping under the sky on the open range.

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013

Details | Cowboy |

The Cowboy's Life

As the pastel moon rises across the midnight blue a lone wolf’s dark silhouette appears into view his boast is known from Cowboy to prairie dog fore this is the night chill that turns to morning fog the early dawn is thawed by a piping hot cup o’ Joe No time to waste, just a few days brings first snow Such is the Cowboy’s life on the cattle drive

Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014

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 | Villanelle |


It was a hot and dusty day
the crowd fidgets as it waits
bull dripping sweat in shute bay.

howdy folks the announcers say
Raging Tornado in shute awaits 
it was a hot and dusty day.

Saddle slipping this and that way
only held in place by weights
bull dripping sweat in shute bay.

R.T. chews on his cud of hay
pawing the ground in anger waits
it was a hot and dusty day.

Flies out of shute now comes what may
saddle slips man evacuates
bull dripping sweat in shute bay.

Riders distract bull hold at bay
while man slides out and valuates 
It was a hot and dusty day
bull dripping sweat in shute bay.

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |


The true story of the American west
Is one of killing field slaughters and 
The bison killers worked day and night
They were all busier than a kennel full 
of dogs in heat
The bison had never seen anything 
equaling this
And therefore knew nothing of how to 
Their bodies piled up on prairies by the 
While human beings continued their 
Humans had no thought about an animal's 
Mention of such would have laughed them 
into a slop bowl
This all points out a basic flaw in the nature 
of man
The evidence was there since man's time on 
earth began
Animals to Man are just mechanized bodies 
of meat and fur
Causing no lapse of conscience for killings 
humans incur
But human beings think to improve Mother 
Nature's rules
What they forget is this mother suffers no fools
When Man becomes comfortable in his unnatural 
Then mother will send earthquakes and floods to 
level Man flat 

Copyright © Elizabeth Smith | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Cowgirl Up

Rise at first light.
This cowgirl enters up to ride this day.
She dawns her hat, for this is not any day.

Ready to pay her dues.
The sun will beat down,
hot and hard is how she'll ride.

Cowgirl up!
Into the shoot we go.
The blood pumping, muscles quivering.
Ready to go!

The gate slams open.
Off we go!
 My mustang and me,
to round that first barrel.

Away we go!
Rounding our second barrel.
Sweat trickling.

Thundering down to that third barrel.
We round that barrel,
the dust will follow.

With a war cry, 
We head down the long path home.
Followed by cheers and jeers,
she crosses the line!
Cowgirl is up and paid her dues.

Copyright © Gypsyof Essence | Year Posted 2013

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 | Cowboy |

Evil Walls

I'm locked up how is it even possible to go lock down? But like clock work or a slave in debt to a master I do. Not because I choice to, but because I have no choice. Either lock down or deal with the boot squad, which consist of twenty guards all built like they just step off of the set the hit movie 300 Rise of an Empire. This a few months back would have configured a difficult challenge for me, being I've always had authority issues, or been an issue for authority..... one or the other. Behind these evil walls the outside rules do not apply. For starters you can be who ever you want to be here, no one is  going check your resume or say otherwise. I've never been in a place where approximately 80% of the population was professional MMA fighters. Not to mention we over crowded. So a population that was supposed to be 1500 was more like 2000, meaning people sleeping on floors. Yes Hundreds on a hard concrete floor. Still the here are different, so of course naturally no one cares, because to Them, Them being our keepers, we are just animals and so we are treated as such.  We are told when to wake, when to sleep, when to feed. Dogs have more freedom, but its justified because we are behind theses evil walls and well the rules here are different. Here Them are Gods and we, the worthless animals, I'm sorry criminals are nothing, but mere, well Nothing. Behind these evil walls we are trained how to be worst then we are originally we are mixed in with the worst kinds of people in order to ensnare us into bonding and conspiring amongst one another only to caught once again and return to the place which in fact made us what we are at that very moment in time. But only the weak at Heart Fall for this ploy. Us who Never forgot who we were, or by some act of God somehow find ourselves behind these walls, we vow never to return, never to darken these stairwells again, but that's what probation and things like parole are for, to ensure that we do but THEM they know the ones they can break. Not me I hate these Walls. These walls are a constant reminder of everything I Hate about control and Authority. I will never return not even to visit, because every time you are there its like a relapse, the next time is so much easier.

Copyright © Clemon Beverly | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |


The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.

21 February 2013

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

An Animal Lover

None of the other horsemen would ask this of him,
but he would tend to all of the horses after a hard day of riding.
He would feed and give water to every single one of them.
While they were grazing he would groom them
and talk to them also when he thought no one was listening.
He would feed a hungry stray dog or malnourished cat.
He loved animals but was never really known for that.
Most focus on the very violent and very short life he had lived.
This animal lover was none other than the legendary Billy the Kid.

Copyright © SillyBilly theKidster | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

8 second ride

Up before dawn, his feet hit the floor
He can't pretend to sleep anymore

His clothes displayed neatly, beside his bed
He places his hat atop his head

Today is the day he will pay off his debts
He won't return home with any regrets

The first to arrive, empty stands
Soon to be filled with clapping hands

In the blink of an eye, the parking overflows
With tickets in hand they fill in the rows 

A couple of clowns to fill in the gap
An impatient bunch, he can hear their feet tap

Alone in a stable with his hat on his chest
He prays to The Lord, that he will do his best

Peaks around the corner for a glimpse of his opponent
An unstable beast and he has to tone it

Brushes off the doubt and dusts his boots
Exposes himself, "Yeehaw", he hoots

Ready to go, signed the waiver
Cards seem to be playing in his favor

While riding him bare
A split second scare

He regains control
At the delight of his soul

Held steady till the crowd cried
Landed on two feet.  It was an 8 second ride

Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

the bounty hunter at large

i wandered through the plains 
with my pony by my side
and we both would die of thirst
we wouldnt make it through the night

cuz the posse lay upon our heels
they strike with bayonets
hurting blisters theyve bestowed
upon my heels i cant forget

with the sun upon my head
and a six gun on my side
i wish that i could tell you
that my horse could bear the ride

she collapsed right in the field
i had to leave her body there
trusted friend though she was
i couldnt carry her i swear

so i found a shallow river
and i drank to fill my blood
how i wish that tender horse
could taste the sweetness from above

still i wander with my blisters
and my six gun by my side
still a wounded bounty hunter
with no gentle horse to ride

Copyright © Charlie Murder | Year Posted 2013

Details | Cowboy |

Whenever You See A Rainbow

Whenever you see a rainbow
After a raging storm
Look at the beautiful colors
And see the perfect form

For beyond this rainbow
Is exactly where I'm found
Watching you below me
Not making a single sound

The colors seem to blend together
Making a perfect hue
You'll feel a sense of blessed peace
As I send my love to you

Whenever you see a rainbow
Remember what lies beyond
The time will come, til we meet again
To praise in our eternal bond.

Forever yours, in heart, soul and mind
Eternally grateful love, 
Your furry companion.

Each time I think of the ones we loved so and lost, inspired me to pen this to help find peace in our grief. We miss the physical touch, the site, the smell - but one thing we will always have is the cherished memories of love, til we meet again.
I share this with you, to find that peace that goes beyond the rainbow and back again. With putting this down into words from my thoughts - I will not only look at a rainbow as God's covenant with all living creatures - I will also look at it as - I know where my dogs are and smile, for one day, one glorious day - we'll meet again..........

Copyright © Candi Lynn | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Ode To Romanova - A Good Horse

Ode To Romanova - A Good Horse

Romanova is a good horse;
truly one of a kind;
Her story I will tell you 
if so you are inclined.

She'd the look of a racehorse;
tall of stature, red of hue;
With Power and beauty;
I thought, a winner through and through.

But her mind had been a-scatter,
Headstrong, rambunctious and wild,
Until a bond we created 
My God, it took a while.

An understanding grew between us,
Like no one else could do,
A Love and respect had blossomed
that was both strong and true.

One day she came onto the track;
With a gleam in her eye;
and a flare to her nostrils
But her odds, they were high.

She broke from the gate; 
and ran like a train;
Passed horse after horse; 
oh boy, did she gain!

The jockey said "Let's go, girl"
Her name all did call;
There she charged out in front;
Ahead of them all.

Stride after stride; 
her lead grew down the lane.
She was first past the wire; 
the wind blowing through her mane.
Prancing back home;
A proud look on her face;
Clearly she knew;
She was "Winner of the Race".

That sweet taste of victory 
made her always yearn for more
To fly like the wind...,
That's what she had been born for

With each win she walked more nobly,
More confident, assured and satisfied.
The little-girl-scared, was now a champion,
We stood victorious together, she and I, side by side.

Copyright © Dana Vacca | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |


   The day began with a shouting match between a cowpoke and his horse.
   It became so heated and continued all day until they both became hoarse.
   Old Dan maintained that the cowpoke was so obese it caused his back to sag!
   The cowpoke dug in his spurs and called Old Dan a "Naggy Nag"!


   "You cinch the saddle so tight I can hardly breathe", Old Dan declared.
   "Then you ride me in the dust of the Drag with my nostrils flared"!
   "Yer as lazy and stubborn as an old army mule"!, the cowpoke replied.
   "At calf ropin' time you let me down...even old milk cows out-run you"! he cried.


   "Neigh! Neigh! Stop jabbin' me with them spurs!
    I'm gonna' buck you off even though I am yers!
    You ride me hard and nary a word of praise do I get"!
   "If'n you keep on that whinny-whinin' I'll trade you fer a mule yet!


   "You can't even throw a loop on a cow you so-and-so,
    And you need a lot more practice usin' that old lasso!
    When you do git one I stand and hold the rope still...
    Even though your chance of throwin' him are oh so nil"!


   "I can rope 'em and throw 'em and brand 'em too,
    If I only got a little more help from you!  
    Oh, you know I'm just spoutin' about that army mule..."
   "Well, I know you aint that much of a fool".


    As the cowpoke pulled the saddle off Old Dan that night,
    He took an apple from his pocket and gave him a bite.
   "I'll be gettin' you some better food and some new shoes too,
    Just to show you I wanna' make it up to you".


    Old Dan got a little teary eyed when this he heard,
    Bowed his head...then nuzzled up the cowpoke without a word.
    There never was another day between them with this kind of discourse,
    Peace again, between the cowpoke and Old Dan, his horse.

Co-written by: Robert L. Hinshaw and Dan Cwiak  for Duet Contest

   written 12/20 - 12/25/15

Copyright © Dan Cwiak | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |

Driving Out West

        Where the sky meets the earth and the highway goes on and on, a white satin ribbon snaking across a sea of brown. You can see far into the distance with no trees to obscure your view. No billboards mar the landscape, no skyscrapers rise out of the ground. Rolling hills, tumble-weed, yucca, sagebrush and distant mountains range on forever. Herds of antelope roam freely, wearing coats of butterscotch and whipped cream.
        Artists leave their signatures, huge metal sculptures drawing the eye, many miles in advance. Anticipation grips you as you wait to identify buffalo, roadrunner, jackrabbit, Brahma bull or horse and rider.
        Contemplate a life so different from your own, experience the serenity as you roll along with so little effort, feel the fulfillment, the contentment, the embracing freedom. 

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |


                                             THE STARGAZER'S RIDE
                                         (or THE LAST SPURRING LICK)

                                        Saddle shoulder-tossed like feather light
                                        Aging cowboy strutted for the crowds
                                        The throngs that mingled in his mind
                                        From past glory, cheering loud.

                                        Across his shoulder down his back
                                        Leather mended with great care
                                        Oiled and rubbed with tender hands
                                        A woman never stirred such love.
                                         Excitement scuttled--- colors blazed---
                                         whooping kids these afternoons—
                                         Livestock stirr and kicked the stalls
                                         inhaling echo pumped excitement’s blur—

                                         Colors mixed with fear and joy
                                         Set the boldest man on edge
                                         Broken bones mere memories--
                                         Blotted out behind the thrills  
                                         That bucked behind the unknown stalls.
                                         A sudden certainty grabbed him
                                         As real as bucking in the stalls
                                         His breath still strong and stalwart sure
                                         The sounds and colors shimmered on

                                         Visions flashed from death to glory
                                         Called to thrills that grind the soul.
                                         He'd had his fill of limps and aches
                                         No delights in growing old .

                                         Today he'd end his life on fire
                                         A rank Star gazer sucking back
                                         His time the best—tho body crushed
                                         He’d give this crowd a shattering crack

Rodeo Terms:
spurring lick--the movement of a cowboy's feet
Rank—hard animal to ride
Star gazer- animal that bucks with his head up
Suck back: animal that suddenly switches direction

Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2013

Details | Cowboy |

Separatin' the Calves

There always come that certain day
You round them up in a herd--
Make sure some don't wander away
And you're still good for your word.

It seems just such a simple task
That any old fool could do--
But you're the one they'll always ask
To see it all the way through.

Then when you've got them in corrals
And your crew shuts that last gate--
Like in life and all it allows,
You begin to separate.

It's weanin' time and must be done
When child goes on its own way--
Be branded then in settin' sun--
It don't have no final say.

And so like us they're cast upon
A world not of their makin'--
For good or bad we're all a pawn
But never are we forsaken.

And so it all comes down to this:
We are aimless and we bawl--
We hold fast to the things we'll miss
Right before God's final call.

Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2015

Details | Cowboy |

Come and meet me under the Oak Tree

Walking along this long
and a lonely road
Completely flanked by tall trees
Blossoming with rich berries waiting to
be plucked
Blossoming with flowers waiting to
usher us into a new dawn
With sweet fragrance in the air and
colourful birds singing
With their soft and tender tones in the
cool hour of the day
Calling for a lone lost heart faraway in
the wood
Faraway in the wood, love comes calling

O my darling
Come and meet me under the oak tree
I have been waiting for you all day long
Now it is night
My heart is blazing with distress

In this cool afternoon, every bird sings
itself a love song
Every heart sings a new song
Every wing creature captures her likes
and soars away to the trees and
Every creeping creature religiously mate
beneath the earth before night falls
When darkness covers the beauty of

Walking down to the wood this dark
eerie night
Praying and waiting for you
Under the moonlight and the shade of
the oak tree
To present to you my beautiful flower
and sweet berry
That will usher us into a new dawn

O my darling
Come and meet me under the oak tree
I have been waiting for you all day long
Now it is night
My heart is blazing with distress

All night long my heart longs for you
Crickets rustle out your name
My pretty little Angel
My mouth cannot express what is
On the pages of my mind
How I long to kiss your soft and tender
How I long to be sheltered in your arms
when soft rain falls

I am thinking of you O gentle lady
I am thinking of your smiles- the smiles
of an Angel
I am thinking of your eyes- the eyes of a
goddess filled with the colours ofthe
I am thinking of your dark hair, long and
flowing like a fountain of water
I am thinking of your lips from which
lovely words flows

O my darling
Come and meet me under the oak tree
I have been waiting for you all day long
Now it is night
My heart is blazing with distress

Copyright © Jonah Okpabi | Year Posted 2016

Details | Cowboy |

Wild Horses

Standing tall and firm
majestic, a warrior's companion,
they run through the open plans, 
free, like a bird of the air
to walk among them is a like a dream
I want to run with the wild horses
who are peaceful, yet dangerous
I want to run with the wild horses.

Copyright © Anthony Stern | Year Posted 2014

Details | Narrative |


They crossed the final peak; boiling condensation mounting from their muzzles.

Night was fast approaching; a relief to weary withers as well as the heavy hoof......  

"The coldest flipping winter!", cursed Laine Ledoux as he dismounted from atop his sleigh.

He then said, "My ladies----My valiant team of two, Shadow and Gypsy, could pull me to the moon!" 

Laine pitched camp together; no shelter from the cold.

Then he started supper, upon a midnight open stove.
Both horses fell asleep with Laine scratching on their poles.

Wee hours locked in chaos;
rushed awake by fright of ambush!!!

Howls in the wind?

Again! And again!!!

Wolves are all around; the pack gives chase to three!

Laine clears Shadows croup; securing the reins he rides.

Her forelock was whipping like a battle flag in the vast and mighty sky; no stranger to the wind.  

The beasts are gaining ground; keeping tempo with her fetlocks. 

Finally pulled away, having ridin' desperately through the night.

"Resonating howls have surely bogged my mind; 
as annoying as a rock in a frog or something of the kind." Said Laine.

Laine noticed Shadow's leg  slowly beginning to give.

The source of all the pain was deep within the gaskin, somewhere between the hock and the anatomically superior stifle, and simply needs to be rub away.

Laine said, "Shadow, you're fit as a fiddle; no need for a vet. The situation is akin to my head; no need for a coronet."

Copyright © Dill Dennison | Year Posted 2016

Details | Cowboy |

Eight Seconds To Glory

The hustle and bustle as I get ready to ride     
My leather chaps at my side   
The announcer telling stories about my ride     
About the only bull that no one can ride    
Yeah you guessed it    
The bulls name is Rawhide    
Two thousand pounds of muscle and bones    
Right along with its two foot length massive horns    
Snot running out his nose  
Slinging it back on my toes    
As I get strapped in for one hell of a ride    
The sweat is dripping from above my eyes    
I knod my head and away we go     
The shoot gate opens and there he blows    
Twisting and turning with unbelievable force    
Hell no this isn't no horse    
Hanging on with all my might    
Being whipped around almost like a ragdoll in flight    
Man what a fight    
I hear the whistle but cant let go    
I'm just riding for show    
Thats right bull  
Me and you are not done tangling    
Theres no way your gunna leave me dangling    
But you do  
And toss me off of you    
As I hit the ground and then look up at you    
I toss my cowboy hat into the air giving you a very long stare    
But you had nothing with that    
And came running back    
The clowns try to steer you clear    
 But you just horn them in the rear    
Coming straight toward me in high gear    
Here you come I start to run  
You just lower your head like you're having fun  
You catch up to me on the run  
Tossing me up and into the fans    
That wasn't a part of my plans             

Copyright © Shawn Daniels | Year Posted 2016

Details | Cowboy |

Whaleiam Funguson

Whales live in the ocean
So it's pretty rare to find
A whale beached in Iowa
But it doesn’t mind

It swims in the Cedar
Takes care of the cattle
Stock breeder
Wildcat hill

Eventually, it’ll return home
Back to the plains
Iowa is all he’s ever known
The land of Ames

In Memory Of William Marshall Ferguson 

Copyright © Jeb Bush | Year Posted 2016

Details | Limerick |

Lucky's Look

Three legged dog stuttered into the bar
Barked with a limp which most thought a flaw
He soon found his voice 
and stated with choice
“I’m looking for the man who shot my paw”

Copyright © Joseph Soper | Year Posted 2017