Cowbell Poems - Poems about Cowbell

...Stricken with turbulence at about seventy two inches Yours truly issuing a deafening rebel yell bursting forth with such might courtesy cooking under pressure analogous to volcanic upswell, fo......Read the rest...

...Verse, refrain. Chorus and cowbell. Verse, refrain. Chorus, and cowbell. Bridge. Verse, refrain. Chorus, more cowbell. Instrumental bridge. Drum solo. Verse, refrain. Even more cowbell. Fa......Read the rest...

...I'd say it was late Spring or early Fall in 1954, a quiet time in American history; and Mr. Eisenhower was The President. There was a sweet and kind teacher hard at work, teaching kindergartners ......Read the rest...

...two roundels “Mommy, let’s go ride Maxwell, Don’t say no again.” My son has named ev’ry horse on the carousel. “We will go soon!”, I promised but I don’t know when. “Mommy, let’s go ride Maxwel......Read the rest...

...Miss Bahamian Culture a woman who pledges loyalty to put Bahama land from the time she was conceived out of the womb Miss Bahamian Culture a woman who sheds the blood of gold, black and aqu......Read the rest...

...Screaming Guillotines I. I sit on the wide veranda of this house called America, And I can see the Beast Boys coming our jungled way, Coming like wild torrents of lapping flames over the asto......Read the rest...

...Soiree See you Saturday In Santa Fe Fancy Shebang Quick overnight boomerang In convertible Mustang Masked Escapade No typical charade Invitation says masquerade <>...Read the rest...

...If you go downtown early morning You can see the shopkeepers setting Old treasures on the sidewalk, Writing their welcomes with chalk On little standing blackboards, Inviting you inside their st......Read the rest...

...It’s the joy of today and the loss of tomorrows, a boy at the bat, all his bases and sorrows. It’s the music we touch when we hear lovers’ hearts, or the hustle and bustle of local food marts. ......Read the rest...

...Growing Up Rich My childhood home was just four rooms, heated by a black stove in the kitchen. No phone, no car, a toilet in the basement. Money was tight. The rent had to be paid. I spent my ......Read the rest...

...there once stood a man who in dungarees trained, all his horses to run with his denim shirt stained. There were fresh jars of liquor and bushels of wheat. There was a cowbell that clanged:" Time......Read the rest...

...A long-standing landmark that I often visited as a tyke, Was Bert's Country Store just a ways up Dalton Pike. Dalton could be missed if your eyes you'd briefly close. The population at that crossr......Read the rest...