Introspection Cowboy Poems

File Number

364 was especially hard to deal with today. 
The worker made a check in the empty box. 
She used red ink. 

Wife beater, 
drinker,...

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Stop Killing My Country

Accused of political banter, 
to speak the words, God Bless, 
and America in the same sentence. 
Bespeaking the fear, 
of being proud,...

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Used by the Muse

Here I sit, after the holidays. 
Everything is quiet, 
and waiting for the big party, 
to end the year. 

Struggling on page...

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...The months that followed were not kind,
a recall soon took his post from him,
and the angry eyes of the grieving kin
weighed so heavily upon his...

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Cyril Flint walked Buckton’s center street,
the new sheriff of this Nebraska town,
he walked his beat, pacing up and down,
content to take in the cool morning’s...

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RIDING ON

Destination Dallas
home of the cowboys
land of the brave
intentional target
aimed with precision
at new paths to pave

gravitational phase
surrealistic
skyward wave

spurred on to
something new
beneath God’s
sun and moon

eyes turn...

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drowning...

Screaming silently for that one breath

of life...

that whirling maelstrom of beaten-down loss upon wrap-around defeat

of life...

that mercilessly shovels heaps of leaden rubble as you try...

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I'm looking back again over my shoulder
And parts of my history are still unsolved
And even though that I am now allot older
Still it remains a...

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Magazine ads and newspaper obituaries
skitter across the streets
like tumbleweed in the desert.
Rims the size of carriage wheels roll by.
Everyone's holsters are filled,
even the children carry...

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When there are no words
There is the silence
Golden
Blissful
Silence
Time for listening
Meditative
Enriching
Silence
Hear the breeze
Whispers
Soothing
Silence
Restore the soul
Calming
Healing
Silence
When there are no words...

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Watch those buckaroos lose their insides when saddled to a wild one untied it’s fer a sight when they ride . Yiddy –up was the...

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if poop could be named anything what would you name it?  id name it bob and id make him sit on a log in...

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our skills..talents..gifts,that we have..
these are our tools..weapons..instruments
and we just want to live..
put into a situation in wich we did not choose our roles..
some of us...

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UNCHANGED HABITS


Recently, I promised myself to make drastic changes;
again, I have fallen into yesterday's habits.
So unchanged they seem as my esteem:
they must be controlling my...

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Ben raised up a dern disappointment, Daddy, well, he wanted a boy.
Wasn’t nothing under the bleeding red sun Ma could do but keep on a...

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