The girls on the ranch all jumped for joy
when they learned that their boss would employ
a handsome buckaroo
and they dreamed they'd make do
like the song "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy"!
The scariest cowgirl this side of Texas West
shows up on Halloween always looking her best
Ready for an eve of trick-or-treating and candy-eating
She spends the night too, hungering for good Day-of-the-dead-seating
We see her sometimes as she crawls out of her crypt
She has one of those twangs and a lazy cowgirl script
We can hear the wind whistling through her stark white bones
She reminds me of rodeos, lassos, belt buckles and cowboy poems.
I ride my winged horse beneath the moon,
With faery fiddles and spirited tunes.
My cowgirl heart and fancy flame,
Wild with glee, they're one and the same.
Sing with winds, play in trees,
Whisper Ogham across the breeze.
Clouds above and oceans below,
Guide this faery wherever she goes.
I see the western sun arise
With faery wings in morning skies.
Crossing the forests, flowing orbs,
Dreamy trails where emotions are absorbed.
Sing windswept, climb the trees,
Whisper Ogham in the breeze.
Clouds above and oceans below,
Guide this faery wherever she goes.
The Oak Grove is my range, dark and old,
With owls and horses bold,
Cowboy blues and faery songs
Will keep the prarie rolling on.
Golden treasure found in the dawn
Faeries in ocean waves carry on.
Golden sparkles and diamonds plead
For riches, that freedom to be me.
Sing with rainbows and climb the trees.
Whisper Ogham in the breeze.
Clouds above and oceans below
Guide faeries wherever they go.
My cowgirl heart is a free faery
In a magic lifestyle meant for me!
Sing, Pink Faeries; sing to the Yellows!
Faery voices rise like bellows.
Dancing 'round their ring, white magic flows,
Shining with the colors of Faery growth!
Cowgirls grin, and horses smile.
They've been in books on shelves for awhile,
One cowgirl with a Western Sunrise in hand,
As cactuses bloom across the land.
Sing, Pink Faeries; sing to the Yellows!
Faery voices rise like bellows.
Dancing 'round their their ring, white magic flows,
Shining with the colors of Faery growth!
Daisies shine in widespread air,
Cats meow with songs so fair.
Songs of Faery pinks for us to be renewed,
Banning shadows, banishing the blues.
Circles, squares, and ovals play,
While Cosmos shines night and day.
Cactuses crown such dreamy love,
So be it---rejoicing from above.
Sing Yellow Faeries; sing to the Pinks!
Faery voices rise with winks!
Dancing 'round their ring, white magic flows,
Shining with the colors of Faery growth
Dusty little towns
West of the Great Divide
Where great-grandchildren of cowboys
On ranches still reside.
Small western museums
With local antiquities inside;
Native American artifacts,
Some horse tack for a cowboy's ride.
There among the fancy
Are two dresses hemmed above the knee,
20's Jazz Age fashion
Worn far from the speak-easy.
Caused a bit of an uproar,
As they danced on the sawdust floor.
Who were these rebel cowgirls,
These flappers from western lore?
Like her folks
She smokes
Rough shirts
On Jean skirts
Though a chiller
She looks a killer
Her mushroom-cat
Is half-eaten by a rat
No mosquito hurts her
In her presence I'm in stir
Why this sadness on her face?
Did she fail in any competition race?
Do not be worried, O, my strong little girl.
Don’t leaves and flowers in winter wind furl?
her face is chiseled but not hard like her father’s
Cher wears a black Stetson with a silver band
is she smoking? Is that allowed in this bar?
I note her makeup, put on by an expert hand
Has she a fashion consultant?
Because she never looked this gorgeous before
I hear she is running for fair queen
She has my vote
Never have I seen her look more beautiful
And she has always been a looker
Even as a six-year-old, I knew she was special
She turns and looks my way. Gives me a wink.
I am excited to say that I know her.
She has facets of personalities and is fun.
Cher, I hope you get queen, I think.
And she does.
She was a sweet child born in Soyhern Texas
Some time in 73
Her Moma was from Alabama
Her Poppy from New Orleans
A cheerleader and local beauty at 17
Some folk say around here
She was the prettiest girl they'd ever seen
And she knew it
And with a smile and a certain look
She could get anything
She'd need
And she played it by the book
Could drink anyone under the table
When the cowboys rode into town
Soon she grew and padded filling
Her curvey body
in her midriff blouse
And tight blue jeans
Long blonde hair
And a cowboy hat and boots
Boys would follow her everywhere
A cowgirl at heart
Country music in her blood
Sang like an angel
Played the guitar like nobody else could
Well she got too big for her boots
And her hat
Could do anything she'd please
Had the most amazing body
Man and boy would have loved to touch
And boy did she tease
She thought she could hang on to
Her body and good looks
Without a doubt
But she got older
Everyone moved West
But she was going south.
Stanza #1.
I want to be a cowboy
And see the open range.
I want to meet a cowgirl
Whose values are the same?
We'll raise some little cowpokes
And give them old folks names.
I want to meet my cowgirl
So we can ride on the range.
Fancy dancy unicorn friendly cowgirl boots
Stomping tromping riding along on shoots
With glitz and spritz and things that make me smile
Kicking and tricking up things on this country mile
I see you coming and I laugh at the things you do.
All feminine and girly, showing up every ballet shoe.
The world is filled with some fancy dancers
who'll come a prancing through your bedroom door
They'll do a pretty good job of makin’
you think they're spot on what you're lookin’ for
But they'll hem and haw and skirt the edges
never quite proving what they claim to be
They’ll never give you any straight answers
when you tell ‘em just what it is you need
The words will roll cross their tongues so easy
they'll try to hide behind a white toothed lie
Watch ‘em primp and prune their fancy feathers
while promising you the moon in the sky
Just keep on looking for the kind of man
who’s only promise is a life of love
And asks for nothing but to share that life
under a wide Montana sky above
You'll know for sure my dear when you've found him
the right cowboy will treat you like he should
Never take a single breath without you
and no one will care for you like he would
So I’ll toss my hat into the circle
though I can never promise you the world
I can make darn sure to never hurt you
if you’ll only be this cowboy's cowgirl
cowgirl stomping
rodeo romping
pasture clomping
faster chomping
joyful cowgirl boots
embroidered with a flower
wrinkled from a shower
with all kinds of kicking power
cowgirl stomping romping clomping boots
Pitching a leg across the nether
Of a pretty appaloosa or possibly
A chestnut bay who needs to know
That she’s being ridden by someone
Who will take her through the paces,
Strides both gentle and regulated
By a walk, a canter, a gallop, a sprint
Where she feels all her steps
Light, loose and limber as liquid love
That rains down from a heart who
Gives this mare the greatest rides
Through meadows, across hills
Into the kindness of life filled with
Delights, pleasures, sweetest bliss
Brought to life on the back end
Of a horse who listens to the kindness
Whispered through laughter, light
Chortles felt by the spirit who believes
“cowgirl up” brings plenty of dreams
To life on the back of a mount who needs
Only to be ridden without restriction
By a rider who knows the key to any heart
Is found at the end of a set of reins
Where equine love trots into command
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December 23, 2022
Cookie decided to become the cowgirl queen of the west
She bought the boots, spurs, chaps, and all the rest.
Have you ever been to a rodeo? The judges ask her.
Do you know about sheep, cattle, or even manure?
She thought they were hilarious. In these virgin boots?
She barely wore them outside. These men gave her the hoots.
She answered all the questions wrong, but they made her the queen.
For she was the most beautiful cowgirl whom they’d ever seen.
The "poem length police have nabbed me again - so I had to put my new piece
"Sunny"
in the story story section.
Here's the URL:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/sunny_9449
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