Long Cowgirl Poems
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she used to recite poetry to me
while making love cowgirl style
chanting TS Elliott’s Macavity
wearing nothing but a smile
its hard to appreciate the words
with breasts before your eyes
and your body being gripped
by soft warm controlling thighs
when she started on the wasteland
she would pick up speed and drive
thundering out his words
and i would brace to survive
as she screamed to the climax
like a banshee running wild
until her face relaxed with almost
the wonder of a happy happy child
the gentle word of Daffoldils
fluttering in their breezy weather
brought a much kinder ending
for us to gently share together
so many years passed since then
somehow we drifted apart
but she and the poetry still
hold a special place in my heart
~~~Cowboys~~~
When I was a kid I wanted to live
On the Ponderosa, a cowgirl I'd be.
The daughter-in-law of Ben Cartwright
And Little Joe would marry me.
Cowboys stoked my imagination,
Made me dream of times gone by.
They were men who were strong and brave
And many a cowboy caught my eye.
Westerns I watch, I'm an avid fan.
The cowboys always make me smile.
I daydream along and wish myself there
If only for a little while.
So if you want to catch my eye
Just wear a stetson and a pair of tight jeans.
Then you're halfway to winning my heart
For my interest towards cowboys leans.
Jaycee’s baby blue cowgirl boots were grabbed up by two friends.
Her mother said “sorry, you cannot have those. Too many memories.”
They dropped them and went for some other things.
One was carrying her favorite stuffed kitten.
The other was holding her Bible.
Maybe I am not ready to give things away yet, her mother said.
She had been gone for only a month, and the grief was fresh.
Jaycee’s two best friends nodded and walked away.
Understanding why she might not be ready.
They were pretty grabby, her little sister said.
“I think all of her things should go to you,” her mother said.
Death is such a difficult time.
My closet, since you ask, is a cramped space,
Chosen and cherished fashionable base,
Essential part of my enchanted place,
With charm and chic to complement my face.
Shows off all hues of my life if I may -
From baby pink to darkest shades of grey,
Reflecting the intended role I play,
Engaging gaily in Societe.
Levi’s slim fit - my favourite by far,
Red miniskirt to storm a local bar,
Sleek diva dress as karaoke star,
Extra large sweatpants, running chores by car.
Stylish business suit for formal dinner,
A little black dress, my boss’ head spinner,
Bikini thongs as hot summer sinner,
Levi’s slim fit still my all time winner!
My closet caters to the latest trend,
Adjusting to occasions I attend.
I love all walks of vogue but in the end,
Levi’s slim fit - my easygoing friend!
Wide range of footwear I wouldn’t omit,
But shoe department in one poem won’t fit.
(The arsenal of bags, a dazzling hit,
So is the lingerie, I must admit).
But if a pair of shoes I ought to pick,
Without moment’s hesitation real quick -
I would grab cowgirl boots, sexy and slick,
Vibing with my Levi’s through thin and thick!
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
Desperado..
Searching for my fate
Lost and traveling
Trying to redeem my reckless ways
I'm kicking up the dust
On this dusty ol' back road
Searching, seeking
To redeem my outlawed soul
At a lonely crossroad
Fleeing from my broken past
It's a lasso around my neck
But I know it's something
Any cowgirl can surpass
I'm going to hightail it
Just as fast as I can go
They can eat my dust
I'm doing what needs to be done
You can't catch me, desperado.
Town to town
As I come and leave
To me, nobody will speak
But I hear their whispers
Through the streets
"Bandit, robber
That slippery eel..
Running from the law
Cold hearted, never shed a tear."
My heart may be rusty
But it sure had my mind torn
What kind of crook
Do these people take me for?
Truth is
They'd never believe
A word from the mouth
As some as misunderstood as me
I'm not who I was
But I still ain't quite me
I guess I'll pack up
Until my demons let me be..
I'm not a burglar
A crook
A con
Or jailbird
There's more to
What you see
I won't hang up my hat
Til' you believe
There's more to me
Than you could ever learn
I've put out my fire
I know it's my turn
Don't look at me and see
No, I don't want to be
Oh, I don't want you to call me
Ms. Desperado..
This Cowboy came into this world with nothing.
So when you said you were leaving, I said
" Fine."
Now, I hope I Find a little Darling.
That can take me out to dinner and fine dine.
That can take me out to dinner and fine dine.
You see, I always paid the bills with my own money,
and you know these times have - a - changed.
So when I hand the bill back to you honey. Please
don't give me that awful look of shame.
Oh, please don't give me that awful look of shame.
I got concerned, when she was spending all my money.
My gut told me, it was time to go, for honey.
So, I asked her nicely, to sign a prenup.
She told me, " Oh Hell No, I'm not!" NO, "HELL NO,
I'm NOT!!!
The look on her face was priceless.
She said "I ain't -a- signing!"
Yelled, "Kiss my Ass Darling!" and
stormed out the room like lightening!
Oh, She stormed out the room like lightening!
So it saddens me to say goodbye to her,
and if you ask her, she'd say I was a Jerk.
Truth be told the reason why.
My credit card balance, reached the sky.
Oh, my Credit card balance, reached the sky.
Now I wasn't born yesterday,
and this Cowboy knows a trick or two.
When a Cowgirl says, " I love You."
Hide your wallet, and Credit Cards too!
Oh,"Hide your wallet, and Credit Cards, too!"
Cause you want to leave this world with a
little something, and not taken to the
cleaners by your darling.
No not taken to the cleaners by your darling.
Please don't think all women are all bad.
It was bad luck, this cowboy had.
Wishing for a cowgirl, that saves, not spends,
so We can ride into the sunset once again.
Oh we can, ride into the sunset once again.
Now you ask me what the Moral of this story is?
And, I'll answer you with one reply.
When you find a cowgirl, and you know she's right.
Hide your money, cause she'll take it, out of sight!
(Repeat)
OH, Hide your money, cause she'll take it, out of sight!
So, when you leave this world you'll have a little
something, and You won't be taken to the Cleaners, by
your wife.
No, You wont be taken to the cleaners by your wife...
This was written in fun, truth
be told women are much more
to be trusted than men...
I come from the borough of Queens, New York
My classmates call me a Klutz and a dork
Those names pervaded my soul, taking a toll
Being at the bottom of the totem pole.
Then Dad took me to the town of Tortilla Flat
I walked into a store, bought a ten-gallon hat
I started talking like John Wayne, also bought some boots
It’s funny how a costume can make a mind slip its roots
The ranchers nodded with respect; I looked like them
Cowgirls smiled in my direction, one shone like a gem
She said there’s a rodeo at half past three
Come join us there, my friends and me.
I said sure, I’ll mosey down there
I’ll bring some popcorn that we all can share
When the time came, I walked into the ring
But through the wrong door, that was the thing.
Two guys lifted me onto a horse, and opened the gate
I shouted, “I’m not a performer!” but it was too late
The horse bolted out, then tried a somersault
I held on for dear life, couldn’t them girls call a halt?
They told me later, t’was the worst horse in the west
I flew over its mane, but it was a personal best
The crowd went wild, but I threw the hat on the mud
Dropped all the popcorn, wiped off the blood
The cowgirl looked adoring, said “that was so cool”
I looked at her, but my mood was cruel
Said “I’m a nerd from Queens, don’t want to pretend
Keep that dang hat, this all got to end."
Dad took me home, the worse for wear
He got me a baseball hat so nobody would stare.
I put it on backwards, I don’t really care
Buy the wrong hat, and it’s dangerous out there.
I found the truth like a snake in the grass,
Quiet and cold, but it cut like glass.
He’s with someone new, laughin’ free,
While I patch up dreams he left in me.
It hit like thunder through bone and skin—
How easy it was for him to begin
A life without us, like we were a storm
He outran for sunshine and someone warm.
But I got a baby with eyes just like his,
And she don’t know what forgettin’ is.
She still asks why he don’t ride through,
Still thinks her daddy’s heart beats true.
And me? I break in the dark sometimes,
But I hold it together with nursery rhymes.
‘Cause she deserves a whole momma, not half,
Not one buried in sorrow or lost in the past.
So I lace up my boots when the mornin’ is grey,
Breathe in the Lord and push through the day.
I ain’t done cryin’, but I’m learnin’ to stand—
With a Bible in heart and a child in hand.
I kiss her forehead, whisperin’ low,
“Love sometimes leaves, but you’ll always know
That you were chosen, pure and bright—
Born from love, raised in light.”
She don’t need a bitter momma with shame,
She needs one strong enough to stake her claim—
That hearts can break and still beat right,
That women don’t fold, they learn how to fight.
So no, I ain’t healed, not all the way,
But I smile a bit more with each new day.
And when she laughs, the hurt fades some—
’Cause I’m not just a cowgirl…
I’m her momma. And I won’t come undone.
A geisha today a convict tomorrow
My mouths are all speaking
Blah Glad and Hah Sad
I cannot hear them for I am done
Broken and cracked, an egg of myself
A cowgirl whose nose is out of joint
A different smell than others have
My green eyes are a glory to my face
Looking at me from a mirror
Only I understand, and no one else can see
I am holding things together with
A pretend hand.
Secretly conducting a mariachi band.
A geisha today, a convict tomorrow.
If you knew what I was thinking
You would be ahead of the game.
I have mouths that listen and a nose
That speaks. I have eyes that don’t see
The cracks at all, loving myself
In spite of the blah glads and hah sads
I am all I have got, and it is more
Than enough.
A geisha today, a convict tomorrow.