Rodeo Poems

the rodeo

In crowded halls, ivy clad, walk the sleepless zombies - the walking dead.
They’ve come to grapple, the chosen few, in trials by pen and pencil too.

Long ago we quietly agreed to trade studies and stress for a lives of ease.
The fire of competition burns within, a pyre fueled by challenge and adrenaline.

We’ve been grinding from

A Wannabe Cowboy

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 no steers

Ain't broke me no fiery eyed wild stallion
Or pushed cattle across open land 
Never fended off a mountain lion 
nor killed a grizz with my bare hands

I ain't wrangled

Patrick

Step right up
Come down below
Welcome 
To the side show
  See rodeo clowns    
Spiral down
Tendrils 
Twine around
Hobo
Give us thrills 
Break our hearts 
Star attraction there’s 
No sadder show revealed
Sure
To tear you apart

1st African American In Rodeo Cowboy Hall of Fame- Bill Pickett

Yippee ci ya aa
Bill

African-American rodeo cowboy, farmer
Lover of “bulldogging”
Twist the head turn the horns of the bull
Bite his neck wrestle to the ground
Field fell the tricks kick the hoofs off the ground
Rancher, married to Maggie Turner
Together they produced 9 children
Rodeo Cowboy, ‘Wild West show performer

Pickett

6/15/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2022

Monster Rodeo

mind boggling event
monster trucks growling noises
head spinning wildly 

written May 4, 2022

Buckle-Bunny

Another pair of cowboy boots
beneath my bed
banishing dreams of
a permanent man
right out of my head

They call me a buckle-bunny
but that sets too low the bar
for at the end of the night
I take home the rodeo star

He rides wild horses
and even wilder bulls 
I lap him up by the mouthfuls

Lust curls in my belly
when I spy

Cowboy

C-ourageous 
                                               O-pen handed
     

Garland

GARLAND
By Kate H. Stark


It happened while practicing my violin. 

I practiced at home on a seat near the door.
I suddenly felt a huge urge to explore.  

The bluebirds were soaring up high in the sky.  
If bluebirds could do it, then why couldn’t I?

I sneaked from the house with my fiddle in hand,
and

Autumn

Feeling inside soul of time and weather change
Colder weather arriving and autumn harvest,
Full natural growth and the autumnal equinox glows
Wonderful time for a football game, hometown competitions are best.

Gnomon of the sundial projects a shadow, Harvest Days are here
Garden full of ripe fruit, colors red, rust, orange, and yellow,
Autumn crops sun ripened grateful feelings, gratitude

Bull-Bison Rodeo, Part Ii

...I must’ve passed out not long after that,
in the hospital people did say
that bison and bull went for ten minutes,
before the tired, and both slunk away.

The people called it the best rodeo
that any of them had ever seen,
some hippies protested, what else is new,
they said treating bison that way was ‘mean.’

And the Forest Service took

Bull-Bison Rodeo, Part I

I was drifting west through old Wyoming,
to see if ranches were hiring,
it had been some weeks since I’d gotten work,
sought a new scene to see what it might bring.

I was somewhere just east of Yellowstone,
the sun settled, it soon would be dark,
in the shadows I saw a great bison
grazing on grass, just outside of the

Christmas Rodeo

Santa Claus
Rode a bronc
Gave us pause

Christmas Eve
Rodeo
Can't believe

Did he go
To my house
Even so?

12-16-19
Contest: Have a Merry 3-Cubed Christmas
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich

Rodeo and Juliet

On the spur of the moment forecast by eternal script in the stars

The Bard strummed his guitar and sung a ballade from heart’s lute 

Wild horses would not keep him away from her as he unbridled his

Passion bare back and stripped his sorrows on cobble stones’ echo

A serenade for his Gypsy Princess high up in

Triangle Rodeo Course

She 
Rode
Winning 
Eleven
World championships. 
Pushing hard with Scamper and Cruise, 
Charmayne scampered each season on Hell-for-leather rides,
Very fast, it was barrel or bust and swirling dust, each triangle rodeo course.   

1/2/2019
Writing Challenge January, 2019- Fibonacci - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Used the howmanysyllables.com syllable counter

Weekly Circuit Rodeo

After a long week it is Friday,
and that means it’s time to go
to a corral twenty minutes off,
the weekly circuit rodeo.

Get there early ’cause they always have
a barbeque before it starts,
also basic line-dancing lessons
for ladies and their sweet-hearts.

Drifting through the nearby western store
while things are getting ready,
buy a new belt with an eagle print,
it’s both

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