Horse Cowboy Poems

Unlikely Mike
by Michael R. Burch

I married someone else’s fantasy;
she admired me despite my mutilations.

I loved her for her heart’s sake, and for mine.
I hid my...

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I Don’t Know What To Say To Katie Clemens
By Steve Body
Copyright 2009


I don’t know what to say to Katie Clemens.
All the words are jumbled in...

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That be cold sun rose yonder, our heads be hot, I'd declare,
I'll get Whitey my critter, worked all night, best she nicker.
'Bout saddlin' her real...

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I ride to the store on horseback and saddle,
I Leave him outside its distasteful to ride indoors,
My horse stays there it waits it needs no...

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A sheriff I was in a small town,
seen fifty years, and earned no renown,
when Black Ken and his gang did come down
to Mick Callahan’s big...

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I once knew a cowboy named Stew
Riding broncs caused him to ahchoo
The broncs didn’t care
Bucking in the air
It was all they knew how to do
...

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When your heartbeats drum their message of love.
My heart soars like the birds flying above.
As flashing thunder streaks across dark skies,
I will come swiftly, believe...

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...He fell to the snow, choking his last breath,
Dalton watched despite his own fading strength,
Barnes dismounted and walked over to him,
said, “I see that you...

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He followed this path for half a mile,
found himself high up on a cold platform.
The trail split, one went across the mesa,
the other went right,...

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Dalton lived in the north Texas plain,
working a ranch he owned for five years,
a small spread, but it brought some money in,
some solace after all...

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The spirit of the old west
a cowboy of song
He sings a pleasant tenor on the world and its wrongs

And he lifts up the spirits when...

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Leroy
Cowboy

Rode horse
Of course

His hoss
Named Ross

Ropes steers
Slurps beers

Slouch hat
Flaunts gat

Wears boots
No suits

Eats beans
Wears jeans

Raised hell
Pell-mell

What's more
He swore

Has gal
Named Sal

To pub
For grub

They dance
Romance

They kiss
Pure bliss

Gets slopped
Fun stopped

Big...

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...They even claimed that Diaz died,
cut down by Smith’s swift, steady hand,
but Ramsey was nowhere near there,
did not go down amongst the damned.

Instead he was...

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...Then he could see it, the boils,
on their neck and wrists, bright and red,
he felt an itch on his own back,
and felt a cold moment...

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Now I know you’ve heard the story
of how I all was way back when,
when cowboys rode with Indians
near our small town of Buzzard’s Bend.

Not long...

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