Cowboy Western Poems - Poems about Cowboy Western

He wears thick gloves when he strings the barbed wire, fashioning a thorny fence from prickly metal spines, reminding me that cattle like to know the boundaries, the edges of a pasture, clever green grass hesitating on the borders of a place meant for those heavy bodies, warm and mellow like the faded flowers breathing silently, hesitating on the promises of...

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It seems that the truth is never quite square it’s just a bit catywampus you see All about the way that the cowboys lived back in them old westerns on our TV Them outlaws and sheriffs had old six guns that could shoot forty-nine times on a load Look real close and see them telephone poles running alongside an asphalt paved road Good...

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Cowboy riding herd on the prairie, A man of tough and rugged degree, Most private and independent soul, One of a kind from a unique mold. Drifting along on his faithful steed, As cloven hooves drum the barren ground, Success is never guaranteed, When beat is heard by foes all around. The weather weighs heavy on his mind, Fears the northerly wind’s mournful whine, And...

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Shootout, And That Wild Young Cowboy From Laramie Her heart said, I want a cowboy from Laramie Six-gun shooting hombre to take sweet care of me Tender lover succumbing to my feminist wiles Begging for more of my sexy beautiful smiles A handsome brave soul to protect and deep-love me Not monstrous brute to slap around and shove me! He said, I...

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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 to Maine In weather full of sunshine To the roughest hurricane He owned two pair of Levis One for workin', one for church To know how long he'd been here You'd really have to search "Jace" was...

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The Un-Cowboy Like Cowboy this is the story of cedric hyde-fleet the most un-cowboy cowboy you ever would meet cedric was english, not british you see but, being a cowboy was what  he wanted to be he was from england as i said before never ridden a horse and well, what's more his image of cowboys was of those on tv but, being a cowboy was what he...

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Some modern folks, when they hear his name, will roll their eyes and look ashamed, thinking the cowboy is uncivilized, with his hats, and guns, and round-up rides. That somehow they are beyond the stuff, to good for the wild, and the rough, following some unwritten ‘elite’ law, suppressing the urge to shout ‘yee-haw!’ But I think when it all is said and...

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The houses were gone, no roads made of stone, just the familiar dry, adobe scene, Linton shook his head,”I gotta get home, don’t care if it’s barley past three!” He reached his cottage, his mind pondering, found his wife inside putting soup on, couldn’t help but smile at her swollen belly pressing forwards against her white apron. She said,”Dear, what ever brings you...

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He tipped his hat and he said to her: “Ma’am, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Can you kindly tell me why those whores are out, has no one taught those girls a lick of sense?” She chuckled softly, and then said to him: “I see you haven’t been to L.A. for a while. They’re not prostitutes, just dumb teenager girls, aping...

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Linton Bosick rode, on the look-out for strays, in the year eighteen hundred ninety-eight, he had a job in fair Santa Monica working the ranch of Big Eldon McCray. He made his way above a dry ravine that rambled straight ahead to the sea, when down below he saw a blinding light, “Now what in the blazes could that be?” Slowly he and...

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...It was early fall when the trouble came to the Sperry’s and the Circle-S Ranch, a dozen bandits came riding in hard, shooting their guns in an entrance grand, they thought none would dare make a stand, but the punchers pulled iron for hard deeds, and Rudy shot a bandit clear off his steed. The ranch descended into swirling chaos, as lead and...

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Rudolph Sperry was a ranch-owner’s son, and rode hard for his Circle-S brand, helping punchers herd cattle 'cross the plains, in Nebraska’s western Sand Hill lands, he wasn’t that bad for a young man, but even though he daily risked his neck, it seemed the cowboys gave him no respect. He suspected it was because of his pa, they though Rudy a spoiled,...

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I left my heart in a magical place. A place that holds years of wonder and awe. A place that knows me better than any other place I’ve been. This place has changed me and molded me...

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Man neither angel nor beast Strive for happiness Become street smart Became colorful Television Offers variety of lifestyles Delighted to alter Thankful for almost tragedy Saved me from the dark Truth brightens Eternal Son is Father Christ Brought light to my dark world 4122013...

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I lost my appetite for delicacy My pleasures got me angry Nothing was even making sense. Mama got so worried And I got worrier The moon sang me loneliness And I could not catch The glimpse of the shooting star. The ranch got bushy The horses got infested My poor mare got weaker From short of tours... Alone in spring and summer In...

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