Best Roping Poems

A burst of white light
gamma rays,  overbearing
a flash of brilliance
burns through to my soul
everything is like hell
the world starts to melt
in the blink of...

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An hour before time, they put her through the motions.
Shoving and pulling her strings adding oil and suntan lotion.
Hot and humid still shining in candid...

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The endgame 

And the cemetery was
nowhere to be found
yet was so present
in the shallow depth
the graveyard of the mind

No tombstone unturned
fragmented torn and twisted 
sorrow...

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My oldest possession is a spittoon 
My spittoon goes back a ways into history
Where it originated is a bit of a mystery
It has a bullet...

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boxer
quick youth
roping doping dropping
the one armed ghost
champion...

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The Cowboy
A hundred thousand miles
were written on his face
He'd earned near every wrinkle
Did this cowboy known as "Jace"
He'd ridden cross the country
From Death Valley up...

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Penning wrangled mime
and wared out of my skits,
I’m poked in serspiration,
My mind’s in fisted twits.

It’s not the way I spike to leak;
I’ve turned to try...

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My granddaughters asked me one day
"Grammy, how did you date
Going to an all girl school
Wasn't it pretty hard for you?"

They were at that dating age
And...

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Here's the doodle, way out West
mind's a noodle, not depressed,
searched the Pantry's, not to guess
where's the boot, hat, cowboy's vest!

Fair and Rodeo, next month soon,
all...

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How does one measure a day without shadows
Is there ever one day to hold in the sun
Or are we assigned to rewrite the story
Untangle the...

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the salt sweats into the flung spray
  the stirred spume of the waters  
   twining the molecules of the morning's
 ...

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I'm on my way to Butte Montana, 
where the mountains reach the sky, 
and the eagles soar way up high, 
folks are friendly and give...

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Hey there Buckaroo
what’s your hurry?
Momma hollered after
her pride ‘n joy

she smiled swiftly
as little boots clomped
with spurs jingle janglin’
across the kitchen floor

“Aw Momma, don’t worry!
I’ll be...

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Many years ago, I spent my life in vain
Yearning for peace nobody by himself could gain… 

Groping wearily in that dark vacuum with pain
Oh! I...

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My Old Saddle
Like a heavy rose in silver and leather
Every stitch a life, thirty-three pounds,
In cow hide, veined by fields 
In the foothills of Alberta,
Reined...

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