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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 | 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 | Quintain (English) |

Jingle Bells

We’re cuddled up now, 
In the back of the sleigh;
Listening as the bells jingle,
In a Merry Christmas way!

Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2012

Details | Cowboy |

Wisdom from the Heart

Don't ever miss a moment Don't waste time on unnecessary tears
Hold each day like you own it,
before You know it those days will turn to years
You have to learn to forget the past, but still hold it deep within;
You should not change for anyone!
Because you never know for sure, of the ones, who will be there in the end!
Live your life that makes Your heart smile with such a glow, 
and remember it doesn't matter what anyone Thinks, only what you know! 
We're only human, we all make mistakes; But learn, instead of follow;
The decisions you make today, could make or break your tomorrow! 
Baby girl, your still so young, a big world you still look towards,
But that's why I'm here, God, you and I,
Together we'll walk forward!
Laugh like there is no limit, Love cautiously, but True
Don't step on hearts or burn any bridges,
you may need to turn and walk back through! 
Please listen to my warnings, about making your life your own;
Cause only You can make You happy,
And the decisions you are making today,
will be your weight when you are grown! 

Copyright © Brandi Ketcherside | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ballad |


It was bucking bulls and cowboy busting broncos
And the challenge that accompanied each ride
That consumed the heart and mind of my young cowboy
And this fact my Buddy never tried to hide. 
I recall the time we met in Kelly’s diner
He was busted up and feeling rather sore
But the cheque that paid the tab that I presented
Seemed to him to somehow even up the score.

He had eaten there that week and got acquainted,
And I somehow got to know this cowboy’s mind
while the flowers that he gave me on that Friday
Surely showed beside his toughness, he was kind.
We were married in the summer six months later,
On a Friday I recall so very well,
Because Fridays he would always buy me flowers
And then go and ride those bulls and broncs from hell.

Buddy always bought me flowers on a Friday
As he knew I feared the rides that lay ahead
But my man his heart and soul was in his riding 
And I loved this cowboy that I planned to wed. 
Yes he always bought me flowers on a Friday
And I loved this cowboy that I planned to wed.

All our friends had shared that special evening with us
And we raged and partied well into the night,
Then we slipped away to share the morning hours, 
Til the dawn rose and revealed its splendid light.
We both showered and had breakfast at the roadhouse
Laughed and shared the joy that comes with wedded bliss, 
But I sensed a certain tiredness in my Buddy
And I prayed he’d give the ride that day a miss.

Buddy drew the brindle bombshell riders hated
And that beast exploded when it left the chute,
Twisting left then right and suddenly it stumbled
And my Buddy he was crushed by that great brute.
When it came to say goodbye to my sweet lover
There was one thing that I vowed I’d always do 
I would always bring him flowers on a Friday
And I’d tell his child about his father too.
“Bud I’ll always bring you flowers on a Friday”
That’s the one thing that I vow I’ll always do.
Cause you always brought me flowers on a Friday
And your child will always bring you flowers too. 
Yes I’ll always bring you flowers on a Friday
And your child will always bring you flowers too.

Copyright © Merv Webster | Year Posted 2005

Details | Cowboy |

Forgotten Cowboy of the Sandhills

The Spade Ranch had the beef issue
For the Indians at Pine Ridge
And each time that he's take the herd
Mollie'd go along with Sid.

The Spade had been good to them
By now they numbered four,
The time had come for them to find
A ranch that was their own.

They took a homestead east of Gordon,
At last they had their chance.
And when Sid's brother joined them it became
The Irwin Brothers Ranch.

They later leased the Ross Ranch
And here was born child three,
A sickly little daughter
So delicate, so wee.

To complete their preemption
A homestead they did seek.
Southeast of Gordon near Lavaca,
Down by the Ol' Pole Creek.

Here a daughter and a son
Were added to their life,
Then fire struck and they were left
With hearts full of Strife.

For years they wandered here and there
Seeking out each lead
A hope or promise was all they asked
For their ailing daughters need.

Though the years were fruitless
And no cure was found
Their last child was born to them
A daugher in health abound.

Time took it's toil a short seventeen
Their daughter would laugh no more,
So many years they searched in vain,
And now their hearts were sore.

The long years over, at last they came home
To the hills so sandy and green
On a ranch south of Cody, down by the Niobrara,
So sparkling fresh and clean.

Sid first lost a son,
Then two weeks later his own Mollie too,
With two such blows he hung up his spurs
His cowboy days were through.

His life wasn't easy thought it was long
He died at age ninety-three
In the same sandy hills that a lad of fourteen
Once said, "You'll be home to me."

                                         Cile Beer

This poem first appeared in the Centennial Edition of the 
Nebraska Cattleman Magazine.

Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2005

Details | Senryu |

Senryus of Solace

Take them to the light… Blest be the children that… go Softly in the night A small step into Eternity…a place of Peace and love and right Know they go where all Good goes…those children that go Softly in the night That when we see them Once again…they’ll take our hand …Lead us to the light… Gently kiss them on The brow…gently let them go …Softly in the night…

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2012

Details | Cowboy |

Screaming kid

>This is just a quick one, the local radio is asking what would you do with a child has tantrums when you're out shopping.

Toddler tantrums.

What would you do?  
If someone complained of your child to you.
Just because you're doing a food shop. 
And your floor hugging, screaming child will not stop.

Two things spring swiftly to my mind.  I'll tell you if you can spare the time

First I would just look amazed.
And join my child, on the floor.
Screem a bit, wave my feet in the air. 
That should make them complainants stare.

The other thing I might just do.
If I had enough of it.  Like you.
I put a pound/dollar in compliant's hand.
Then say keep him/her for half an hour.
Quickly get on with my food shop.
But collect my kid
I would not.

I'm joking really, I would only do 1.  Honest I would.  (The mad author)<

Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2016

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