Pard Poems | Examples

House of Cards

You say you need a strong foundation, my friend? 
On a god or guru, you cannot depend.
It is empty and false, and I beg your pard,  
But, it will all fall down just like a house of cards.

Don’t expect support from your family or kin.
For a chance at the throne, they will do you in. 
They will light the match, and your place will be charred.
You’ll have a pile of ashes, not a house of cards.

You may build a fine reputation with your friends
When a malicious rumor spreads, and then it ends. 
As it comes crashing down,  thanks to this canard,
You’ll find it was not much more than a house of cards.

You say you have a loving little wife at home?
Come home early, and you’ll find her with Jerome.
You’ll find your house was constructed from discards,
Just when it falls down, that broken house of cards.

You have yourself to build an identity or ego?
I hate to break this sad news to you, amigo:
Life’s shears will tear it roughly it into shards,
Leaving you again with a broken house of cards.

Where Horses Go

When the last roundup's  all been done
The brandin' irons have cooled
When the spurs are hangin' on the wall
The bridles all are jeweled

There's a place where the grass is sweet
Water runs cool and clear
There are no fences or corrals
Danger is never near

That is where horses go, my friend
Paradise to run free
A life well lived and rest well earned
A perfect place to be

Sometimes a cowboy passes by
Goin' to his reward
Tears will fall as he tips his hat
He had no better pard'

3-7-20
Contest: Some Paradise Where Horses Go
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner

Free

The crime is on the tv shott
for all of us to see
When all that crime is last to view
their collus crime to be

For all that air we'd come between
their challing card to be
Wore on that mind they'd soe to us
where nalling pard should flee

When all that took what came to it
for aling what it be
Were all but faint in choosing word
for all of us to free

Molly and the Rabbits

Molly chased the rabbits in the yard
When she caught up, she said "Howdy, Pard!" 
They replied, "We's fine, 'n' how's you!"
And Molly replied, "I'm toodly doo!"

Blowing In the Wind

I was born on the plains in nineteen ten.
Farming was good and we worked oh so hard.
Daddy took me out on the porch and then
He'd say,"This will be your farm, little pard."

He taught me the crops - oats and wheat and corn -
How to drive the old tractor straight and true.
I belonged to this land where I was born,
And my daddy said,"This belongs to you."

When I was a young man rain ceased to fall.
Try as we might the sun shone without end,
And dust rose high to cast a deathly pall -
"My son, your farm is blowing in the wind".

And so the "dust bowl" touched us all it seems.
Blowing in the wind were my hopes and dreams.

8/19/17
For contest Blowing in the Wind for Nicola Byrne

I Lost My Way, My Friend

Pleae tell me how to get home
Which way does this old trail bend
Had a little drink with some fellers I know
And I lost my way my friend

I have rode this way before
Still it don't look right tonight
I'm headin' for the bunkhouse to rest my head
But I see the mornin' light

Boss man's gonna have my hide
'Cause we're brandin' calves today
All I want to do is to sleep for awhile
But he'll prob'ly have his say

Please tell me how to get home
Which way does this old trail bend
Had a little drink with some fellers I know
And I lost my way my friend

I could head back south, I s'pose
Maybe go to San Antone
Had a gal down there with a husband named Bob
Guess I'll leave that gal alone

It's funny how things work out
Bein' a cowboy's sometimes hard
Lots of long hours and a little bit of pay
But you've always got a pard

Please tell me how to get home
Which way does this old trail bend
Had a little drink with some fellers I know
And I lost my way my friend


3/7/2017

Bird Gag

his wolf and her pard!
made a story and laugh sing
a lovely bird gag

Badmouthin' In the Badlands

Said Hank to his pard, "I reckon we took a wrong turn back yonder!
How we ended up in this here gawd awful place I'll ferever ponder."

"Ya shoulda listened to me when we come to that Y in the trail,
But, no, you insisted we go left an' here we are!" he went on to rail!

"We ain't got a lick uv water an' I don't see none in them hogbacks.
We ain't met a livin' soul 'cept some prairie dogs an' diamondbacks!"

"Ho! Is them Injuns I hear comin' over that ridge back thar a-hollerin'?
This is jes' another fine skillet uv feesh ya have managed to git us in!"

"Buck up ol' pard" said Tex to his pal. "I'm sure they is friendly types,
Wantin' to parley fer some coffee, sugar an' terbaccy fer thar pipes!"

"But I reckon we shouldn't take chances an' if'n yer willin' ol' pard,
Me an' my hoss is leapin' off'n this cliff tho' the landin' be mighty hard!"

They took the plunge diggin' deep furrows with their noses in the ground!
Accordin' to lore this is how Black Hills gold in the Badlands was found!

Entry fer Isaiah Zerbst's "Cowboys In The Badlands" Contest

Cowboy: Pocomoto

Pocomoto was a cowboy who inspired dreams galore
With adventures and heroics that lit up my days of yore.
He survived the cruel killing of a ravaged wagon train
Was adopted by ‘old-timers’; lived in camps across the plain.
He rode fast across the prairie pushing forward on his steed;
Bronco Buster, Buff’lo Hunter, helped the Rangers when in need.
Pocomoto the Li’l Fella went in search of desert gold
Single-handed fought the bandits, constant evil, heat and cold.
Independence, resolution were the traits that showed his best,
Self-reliant, conquered hardships in the wild and famous West.
There are plenty years behind me but I often tend to find
Pocomoto’s recollection in the corners of my mind.

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6th May 2014
Contest: Howdy Pard
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Placing: 2nd

Cowboys

Beneath dotted stars with soft campfire
as ally, lone cowboy’s pondering meanders
through  the sand dunes and  night-saloons
thumb marked by his blazed  rides for
pistol quests and fist thugs, as rowdy duels
and women’s sighs  so adored climb
unto a red of  greeting sunset.
Recalling those dusty trails--pungent and bold--
he descends like a magic bat from nowhere
 riddling his foes way down the desert floor.

Many at times, the sawdust boots
reeked from the heat of bandits’ glare
as if to pierce his chest one hell of a shot
with tassels flowing high unto smoky air.
Edifying as he seems, beneath dotted stars,
a lone  cowboy is simply this: a tender wind
mild as his strumming guitar 
calling for prairies’ honeyed  life while a tough
leather vest hides his simple, warm nobleness.


Howdy Pard Contest of Shadow Hamilton
5/5/2014

Sturdy Cowboys

Sturdy cowboys 
evolved as heroes,
Well built, stout featured,
Wooden attire
Arched hats, spiky shoes,
Tough looks as is life !

Farmhouse mornings,
Saddle the stallion,
Solid hoofs sound,
Get into the saddle
For a day's ride,
Horse around or about !

Leading the herd
Get on high horse,
Appear out of woods
Clouds of dust follow,
Awaken devils
Legendary heroes !








Written on 2/5/14
Sponsor- Shadow Hamilton 
Contest name- Howdy Pard

Cowboys

Hey, you all new cowboy brides 
Listen, what my cowboy is…..
There are no Pizza Huts nearby
So got to cook in great quantities.

As there are no perfect cowboy jobs
Don’t be surprised if to live in a new ranch
Maybe your third house in one year.

When he returns home listen to his tales
Of every drive, every bronco ride
And every spree he has undergone.

If you are tired of this moving life
Buy heavy and costly furniture and
A piano or a cabinet and of course 
Have a couple of kids to weigh him down.

Take care that his horse never stumbles
Spurs never rust, guts never grumble
Boots never pinch and stays out of jail!

Prefer the company of cowboys 
Because they have not been educated
Sufficiently to reason incorrectly.

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April 20, 2014
Form Free Verse
Dr.Ram Mehta
Fifth Place win
Contest:Howdy Pard by Shadow Hamilton

Cowboys

I've come to you unarmed with love's chains
Through green valleys, over mountain passes
To kiss the face that comforts my soul's pains
And walk with you among the sweet grasses

I've died many times, on the outlaw trail
And slept on hard ground without any fire
A life abused, that was painted in braille
To be read by those whose love has desire

I've found faith through compassion, freely gave
Allowed the coal black of my soul to glow
An outlaw whose worthless life you saved
And whispered with love my name, Ricardo

I've laid my guns down for you and you alone
And left the dusty trails where outlaws hide
I've nothing but love, I can call my own
Life on the run once lived, now set aside

Promise to holster my guns for your love
And lay by cool streams in your arms with peace
To hold fragile love close, regardless of
Until this body full of life does cease

written 4/12/14
for the contest Howdy Pard

How Do You Want Your Rhyme

If I am given enough time
I can always make a rhyme

If I can just find the beat
I can make it really sweet

If you want it "hey dude" cool
I will hang out near the school

If you want it pretty "hot"
I may require a bit of pot (medicinal)

Now if you want it a bit crazy
I'll get help from nutty Daisy

I'll bet you'd like to rhyme your dog
No worries I-can somehow work in "frog"

If I find this rhyming is getting hard
I  just call Hinshaw..he's my old 'pard

Well, that's some of what I can find....
Sorry friends, I've lost my mind.!


10/4/13
 Rhyme Battle contest...

Claude's Lines

Claude were you tired that night
Of the slashes from life you’d born
Or the effort it took
And the ruts you’d worn

Did you sigh and quietly go away
Or groan and curse and fight to stay

It doesn’t matter I guess
Smooth or rough, night or noon
It’s all  to us one thing
Too soon, too soon

You lived your life full and bold
What a life, what a trip, what a soul

Memories like the notes of a wind chime
We’d struggle and laugh, call each other “pard”
Life around you my friend
Was somehow less hard

What passion you had
And infectious joy

Full tilt, wide open, and crank it up
You gave your friends such love and trust
You gave so much and gave so well
That part of you became part of us

So we will live this day in your name
Sad, oh sad that you left, but blest that you came

Warrior, artist, son, brother, husband, father and friend
Claude, so well mixed were thee
That in all who loved you when we heard you were gone
Not an eye, not a tear did not shed

Including me,



Including me.

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