Displease Custodian Cowboy
Anchor Through Paralyze
Bullring Chute Fallback
Floppy Faultlessly Eye
Cauldron Brandy Marinara
Nightshade Always Tragedy
Youthful Guard Hearse
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
one distraction at tonight’s rodeo was all it took
for him to lose his balance, concentration and one leg
I have bought in boutiques
on Carnaby street,
stopped in stores galore
on the Champs-Élysées,
shopped 'til I dropped
on Madison Avenue,
and, what's more,
I've been seen to arrive,
fashionably late, on Rodeo Drive,
but one thing I hate,
and doubt I'll see, or there'll ever be,
as there's not much call,
for a linear row of shops downtown,
in a small Möbius strip mall.
Tho' Johann B. Listing (1808 – 1882),
rediscovered the non-orientable surface first,
Mr. August F.Möbius (1790 – 1868)
published his findings earlier and, well-versed,
Euclidean geometry taught he,
while, his wife, Dorothea, danced provocatively,
in pole position, at a nightclub naughty,
and, where out at night, on a fun day trip,
paying punters paid to ogle and view,
the ever-arousing Mrs. Möbius strip.
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 some ornery rustlers
with my rifle and colt six gun
Haven’t spent winter alone in a line shack
or been in a bar fight just for fun
But I got me a hat, some chaps and spurs
went and watched me a rodeo
I learned that to be a real life cowboy
is more than putting on a show
Don’t need to wear a Montana slope hat
to live the good old cowboy way
It's more about how you respect the land
and always mean just what you say
You believe in traditions and honor
love, nature, honesty and song
A person who follows his commitments
though he may have to ride alone
If you want to be a cowboy my friend
then it's having the fortitude
to stick to convictions and do what's right
That is the cowboy’s attitude
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
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
mind boggling event
monster trucks growling noises
head spinning wildly
written May 4, 2022
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 the champion buckle
his laughter is sweet as the honeysuckle
An aging buckle-bunny is what I see
until the next cowboy smiles at me
C-ourageous
O-pen handed
W-rangler
B-ronco
O-outdoors
Y-odeling
...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 my statement,
it was clear they thought I was at fault,
but they could not book me for any crimes,
none had seen the first charge, after all.
Some of the bull-riders thought I was tough,
and declared I should take up the sport,
they even wrote a song about the day,
but didn’t mention how I ruined my shorts.
I just declined, having more than enough
‘fun’ riding on the backs of bis cows,
I just wanted to find some quiet job,
if this mad universe would allow.
But I should’ve known this wasn’t my luck,
and soon events would somehow conspire
to make me baptize the pope himself
in a church that was strangely on fire…
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
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
Just one step and you whipped me,
You flung me in the air,
You flung me like I was nothing,
You didn’t feel, you didn’t care,
And you threw me at the fence,
Then you grabbed me by my hand,
And refused to let me run,
You refused to let me land,
And then you kicked my body,
You tried to kick my head,
You tried to kick my entire me,
To make sure that I was dead,
But then some clown stood between us,
He must have been insane,
And I stood, with one bruised hand raised,
To ride bareback bronc again.
smoke ring from rouged lips rises, lassos the moon
I knew a rodeo champ in Tulsa
He was broad shouldered with shiny blonde hair
He was a sight to behold with women
And knew all of them at our county fair
Then one night in the dead of the Winter
He left town and was never seen again
We heard he had settled down in Texas
Or he was seen in Lawton now and then.
We’ve got a high school rodeo team now
'Bout the best you’ll find anywhere 'round here
Four ropers, three riders and a young clown –
They're all broad shouldered with shiny blonde hair
September 24, 2016
For Contest 210, Brian Strand
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