Best Lassos Poems

W inds whip  lassos of snow encumbered razor rodeo ropes

I ce glare blinding beauty stealing sane men’s secret hopes

N ever mind the sun has...

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It’s good to be a cowboy,
just ask my old friend Dane,
who spends his days riding
across the Texas plains,
working for a big ranch,
he cuts, lassos, and...

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Through the peep hole of  Egyptian darkness shackled by conquerors hypnotic scheme 
awaits the incarnate spirit of Ra.

Summoned to defend the skies of eternity...

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After a long week it is Friday,
and that means it’s time to go
to a corral twenty minutes off,
the weekly circuit rodeo.

Get there early ’cause they...

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Jenna lived in rural Wyoming lands,
where grass rolled over small ridges and buttes,
a small town way out in the cow country,
where the ranchers still throw...

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Roy Rogers and Red Ryder rode on that black and white stage—
It was the best of times, to be a kid of any age.

Gene Autry,...

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the town awakes to someone yelling, "save yourselves you fools",

with sleepy eyes I wake to see, some wild stampeding mules.

the cowboys with their lassos, face...

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A tractor trailer with slats and moos
pulls up at a city slaughterhouse.
The driver pulls the wrong lever 

and two thousand pounds 
of trotting cattle go...

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Superhero strobe lighthouse helm hexagonal 
        Sixty degree angle glass captain bridge
      ...

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Woman,

She lassos her tongue around minds
creating space in these harden times
she licks at the wounds 
she culls up the glass
a virescent glow that forever will...

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LUCKY MAY
May, May is welcome
And by these roads, these lanes
Young people come to home
To sing to my sisters.
What pretty they are
With her golden hair
And coloured...

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LUCKY MAY
May, May is welcome
And by these roads, these lanes
Young people come to home
To sing to my sisters.
What pretty they are
With her golden hair
And coloured...

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smoke ring from rouged lips rises, lassos the moon...

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from the ridge line, with the mountain breeze
among saguaro and mesquite trees
a lone rider spurs his horse
and from a distance lassos my heart

not riding off...

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Lazarus
lassos
What?
lasso
lassos 
we laugh out
lasso
lesson 
capital riot 
cattle catch
what a stitch
but we laugh 
A rope, right?
lassos
idiot time...

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