Song Cowboy Poems

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...

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Cowpoke
by Michael R. Burch, circa age 16

Sleep, old man...
your day has long since passed.
The endless plains,
cool midnight rains
and changeless ragged cows
alone remain
of what once was.

You...

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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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That part of me belongs to someone else
You knew it all along as well

We have no pretense on the past
just how long our friendship will...

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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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Many messages from Heaven
are hard for me to understand
How one moment I held you close
the next you slipped out of my hands

Forgive me if I...

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There’s only so many ways I can write a song
about a cowboy riding his horse cross the range
Are there any new words I can use...

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Cowboys don't know ‘bout pentameter beat
when their crooning to the cattle at night
As long as the rhythm is soft and slow
makes no difference if it's...

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I rise up early to breathe the crisp clean air
of winds blowing 'cross the grass wondrous and fair

Across the valley the mountains rise up high
jagged...

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4:00 AM
The phone dances across the nightstand
and a wake-up song begins to play
But a sleeping mind can't understand
that it's time to face another day

4:15 AM
Now...

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Well, I’ve lived in this Montana country
guess it's been pert near fourteen years 
I call myself a cowboy though I ain't
punched no cows or branded...

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I have known many porches throughout the years,
some adorned in laughter and some wrought with tears.
Porches where warm breezes floated o'er the plains,
and the sunlight...

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I always wanted to be a real cowboy.
A Buck-a-rue with scars on my cheeks and worn boots,
I wanted my spurs to jingle and my saddle...

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Rome, Rome in the range
      Where Caesar and Brutus were slain

    Where whispers were heard
  ...

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Queen Bee

Buzz, buzz, buzz... 
Great Queen, I hear your song. 
Making honey with your workers... all night long. 
Sweet nectar of the forest, sweet liquid...

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