Bronc Poems - Poems about Bronc

...You need to be a really good shooter if you catch your hat before it kisses the ground -- lest it be you. Cowboys like to do things nice -- and -- fast because just doing it nice will c......

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... Luck Rides A Stick Horse Miracle Man 1/2023 My old Bronc Buster friend named Bucky. From a California city that’s named Truckee. He paid me no heed, concerning his steed, So old Bu......

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...Smokey hailed from someplace back in Missouri was a slave until the ripe old age of ten Left his master's home headed to Montana and swore they would never hear from him again Started out in th......

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...They said the cowboy way of living has withered away and is long gone Least that's what I seen in the movies and heard in all them old country songs They tell me bout how them olden days and t......

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...He grew one of them bushy mustaches like Sam Elliot wears under his nose Bought him some fancy duds from Cabela's sure looked spiffy in his Buckaroo clothes Alligator skin boots and silver spur......

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...Dream-worker delves deeply into my dream; vibrations fondle anticipation foreplay wakes wide-eyed swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge - a primordial being in his prime a mascu......

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...Rodeo Poet, bronc riding Sage Arena unbridled —dallies unfrayed (Las Vegas: December, 2021)......

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...he Riders of the Purple Sage They’re running through the canyons out across the western plains They’re running un......

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...I heard tell some folks think cowboys built the West. The only thing I know for sure is I always did my best to give a man a good days work for an honest wage ridin' among tumbleweeds and dried br......

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...Santa Claus Rode a bronc Gave us pause Christmas Eve Rodeo Can't believe Did he go To my house Even so? 12-16-19 Contest: Have a Merry 3-Cubed Christmas Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich......

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...I Have Drank Deep Woes Of Tiresome Heartbreak I have drank deep woes of tiresome heartbreak supped dark wormwood of Fate's poison trees attempted to love just for loving's sake drown myself in ......

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...Strong Bonds Muddy river, crystal clear, and sometimes green as grass. Grains of sand, hot on the pan, Gifts of pine?, smell all you can…! Cowboys, Indians, artists and rodeo, powwows. ......

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...Lecherous Luther was wont to grope He ceased to function at the end of a rope! Here lies Cletus as stiff as a board He slipped on the ice and busted his gourd! Here rests our dear Ruby who fa......

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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 always have a barbeque before it starts, a......

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...He made his way across the pond when he was twenty-three, an upper-crust Brit who even spoke the finest, English R.P. His name was Albert Framingham, but to all the people here, he’s the posh, ......

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