Short Corral Poems

Wild Stallion
Chased by modern cowboys
Hooves fly in pursuit of freedom



Inspired by: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=218560...

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Rattling  hocks
And that mane flowing free
Stirrups adangle 
You danced around me
Wrapped up in reins
And enraptured it's true
It was a cinch I'd be saddled with you...

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I’m always the last.
Yet I wield immense power.
Use me, abuse me.
So prattle on, I’ll let you
corral your thoughts, let you breathe.







For Deb's Period contest...
9/10/15...

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Stiff wings
Of the sooty tern
Carve the edge of this corral sea
Then, you free fall but never touching land
Glide, tumble and soar above the white sand
Still, your wings carved the sea...

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Roll on down the hill and rope one of those calves
I stare at the guy
He is a nut bucket

Not your bag?
Okay
Why don’t you climb into the corral with the bull

Now I know this guy is certifiable...

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A weary, old father trying to corral his children
while proud young bachelors vie with each other
in reckless, blind competition.

A thankless task to exert control,
but others refuse to.

18 November 2022...

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What if us humans walked around on all fours
And barked at other homeys or whinnied like a horse
Mares wearing tiaras
 Seating at the opera
The Golden Corral restaurant would be popular of course...

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Sun Furnace desiccating.
Man and Beast moving,
In crazed circles of Corral Mirages
Seeking shade.
Moisture-less Sky and Land.
Buzzards, certain of,
Meat Jerky repasts. 
Timing air currents,
Until the Western Buffet
Is finally stocked....

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Once upon a time
Little lamb lost
Shepard searching all sides
Little lamb found
Where are you, wow
What are you doing now
Now that you're in my arms
And no longer in the corral
No more do you run wild


3/25/16
By James Edward Lee Sr....

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(You Can't fool everyone)


1#      fooled by the sun leading the perfect crowd, one cow left behind.

2#     twisting lines, he shepherds a flock into a dark corner

3#     endless buffet in question,  his eyes spot a broken artist

For XXX Contest :) Wish me Luck...

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Life is such a fragile gift
One that should be treasured
We live to love and to be loved
Emotions cannot be measured
Love is never explained by rationale
and will not be bound by fence or corral



June, 15, 2021
Bite Size Poem No7 Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier...

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Tombstone
law goes after thugs
my favorite western without John Wayne
Loving Val Kilmer and Kurt Russell
“I’m your huckleberry”
Held breath during shoot out at O.K. Corral
Rooted for Josie and Wyatt to get together in the end
Even though I do not usually root for a homewrecker...

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Chickens we consign to coops
    Pigs we pack into pens
  Horses we corral in a stable
    Cows we stick in a shed

  Our children play in spacious playpens
    at night, like roses, they sleep in a bed
  Yet animals have fun, they feed and frolic
    ~ while asthmatic youngsters develop colic...

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In an old shack 
on a dusty hill
an old man sits
and writes his will
 
His cracking  throat sings
“The day of Bexar”
And he goes outside
Looking wide and far
 
The corral he built
his livelihood on;
the 7 crosses
by the okra lawn
 
He closes his eyes
one last time
On the open prairie
Under the Western Sky...

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Impetuous Words
Written: by Miracle Man
June 3, 2021

Each word that I say, 
contains my DNA.
Words, intended as token
can’t be unspoken.
Impetuous words often sting
and heartache may bring.
Leaving me with one course,
drink a cup of remorse.
Can’t worry about morale,
if the horse has left the corral.
...

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cluttered
like a lawn
on a blustery
autumn day
these thoughts
scattered about
in my mind

my pen
like a rake
can't corral them
to make any sense

so they rest
momentarily
before being aloft
in a spiral
of winded breaths
landing wherever
they may

just waiting
to be gathered
into neat little piles
somewhere again...

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Paiute warrior horses cannot outrun wild quarter horses.
Spanish mustangs and Chickasaw ponies run past.
Taunting and daring native americans to try and corral them.

Paiute warriors admire the way brother horse runs.
He is outfoxing them, wise and wonderful in his wildness.
They turn back to their homeland, knowing they have been bested....

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Another dog has been dumped on us.
He looks like a pit bull to me.
I am terrified.
Joe says he is a boxer.

Our dog Buddy loves him.
He is playing with him now, leaping and wrestling.
Animal control has asked us to corral him.
I cannot do it, I fear him.

I ask Joe to do it.
“Corral Brownie?” He says.
It is all over now.
New dog has a name....

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Again is a foolish animal
Being led to the slaughter.
Again, Man. By this, war-times'
Ogrous corral-master.

This is its devouring site.
Quag's miasmic, pounds, heaves
Through which patriotic ritual
A blood sacrifice receives.

Tame herds, firstly driven mad.
Perversely made to appear
To sprout a horn; devilish tail;
Magnifies the other's fear....

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Wonderful sea, you gracefully,

send us blue waves, on hot summer days.

Blue like the sky, your waves wave hi.

How kind could you be wonderful sea?

Starfish, dolphins, sharks and whales,

Jellyfish, crabs, the corral reef as well!

You make me smile, all the while.

Your blue waves splash on my feet.

Wonderful sea, you bring back memories!...

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Ride brush, 
     stray search.
Sit high,
     leather perch.

Lasso thrown,
     dally wrapped.
Wind howls,
     brim flapped.

Chaps warm,
     gloved hand.
Twenty years,
     ride brand.

Spurs jingle,
     double rowel.
Heading home,
     round corral.

By Jim "Ish" Fellers
Copyright ©: August 06, 2003
Wednesday @ 1:40 a.m....

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This poem insists on hiding;
It’s resisting being found,
Despite the fact it knows full well
To daily verse I’m bound.

It’s teasing and it’s taunting
Staying just beyond my grasp.
I grapple with it but the words
Just vanish from my clasp.

I’m indebted to my pencil
For it’s managed to corral
This rambunctious little bugger,
Which has lifted my morale....

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written in an Indian form, abhanga

Lil Bo Peep found her sheep
in a lovely locale
singing Luther’s chorale -
Mighty Fortress.

She’d trailed their tails through town,
but sheep had found a church.
There she ended her search
musical rest.

Left - no longer bereft
refrains raised her morale;
this church, a cool corral
for shepherdess.

June 14, 2019...

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A wild horse
freedom’s fiery flight
courage is
his nature
power to face Gaia’s moods
flaming transitions.

A stabled
steed quickly fattened
fortitude’s
broken back
long days awake memories
no longer made, stilled.

In corral
fleeting dreams arise
greet the day
breaking free
one jump and freedom anew
just keeps beckoning.

...

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on sprouting kid legs
awkward with adolescence
they claim their summer

landing like wild birds
on circular grassy paths
called by adventure

late afternoons, they
corral their urban horses
herds of silver schwinns

flashing bright, they are
off, majestically young
against the sunset

carelessly they ride the crest
turning always to the west

5/26/23...

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