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Cowboy Grief Poems | Cowboy Poems About Grief
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otra vez,otra vez`
I do, say and say again
I am the rock star of the ring
I risk my life again and again for fame,
Some might think of my passion
As just being poetic and practical
Or simply culture or unethical
However, nevertheless not when my life is on the line
Stronger than a herd of Buffaloes
Faster than the
Speed of a race horse,
He is now broken free of his corral
A streak of fury, rushes me
Despite my fear of dying,
My main focus is to
Take the bull down by its horn
I looked deep into his eyes,
I saw mingling of rage
I carefully swung the cape,
A taunt of furling red
Aiming for its horns
The crowd roars, while
The old ladies sob for the bull
The men cheers for
Salvatore the Matador
Nothing more stimulating than the ladies
with the beautiful smiles
The bull is going to die
Copyright © Annie Lander | Year Posted 2013
I have seen,
Time and time again, our rise and fall
But not what passes between.
However, my reflection stays the same.
As I ride through the brush and green mesquite
Late in the evening.
And while the sun goes,
Spilling the sights, and casting shadows far in their elongated flight
Jetting towards the night
High above and below alike,
another day is reclaimed by the west.
And, within that balance struck
from up on a horses back
lies behind the creaking tack
a way, past the minutia.
A place, where nights and days fade
for the fluid movements between them.
And so, begins a subtle breeze
I hadn't noticed it before it had already past me
As if a response to the sun-day's sending
gleaming rings like tangerine
And facing the applause I pause to watch
the wind run fingers through the hairlike grass
A tender act, quite loving in fact
As if this moment they share
along with a deep sadness to part.
However, they must know that the spring cannot begin
without either of them both
and so the grass and wind promise to unite again
when the time is right.
No fear of the night
and heedless of their most distant dreams
or even faced with the stark differences their lives have seen
To find each-other, no matter the cold
and never let go
of knowing high hopes can lead
to things far larger than them both.
-And perhaps someday
So will I.
Copyright © Trey Pearson | Year Posted 2016