Short Western Poems
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beautiful bangtail
spirit untamed
racing tumbleweeds
thundering
across mesas
stallions wrestle
under night skies...
make believe wild west
fingers pointed and thumbs cocked
back yard gunslingers
For the "guns" contest
a tired sun setting
below western horizon
five o'clock somewhere
written July 5, 2021
Cloudless western skies
Melting temperatures rise
Snakes’ rump in rut fries
By Robb A. Kopp
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The sun is dipping
On the western horizon
The backdrop
Beautiful hues
Yellow and blue dominate
Summer colors
Breath taking
Form:
WESTERN WINDS
Alaskan huskies
sense the breeze combing the park ~
tumbleweed hairballs
9/26/2017
hazy skies above
drifting eastward on the heat
smoke from western fires
written July 20, 2021
May hot coffee be a brewin’
On the campfires of your friends—
May good Mulligan be stewin’
When you reach your last trail’s end.
The elk is just an Eastern moose,
Or else a Western caribou …
But if you chance to meet one,
He will be polite and nod to you.
Last night the westerly wind
climbed up the western walls
tearing ivy from its sockets at every meter
to glimpse the eastern dawn.
Hands a-clappin', boots a-thumpin',
skirts a-twirlin', rumps a-bumpin'.
Feel the vibes and hear the noisy
Idaho cowgirls and Boise.
‘ Yellow Rose of Texas ’ Haiku # 14
A Lone Star Shone On
A Yellow Rose of Texas
and Bluebonnets Grown
Spectacular summer sunsets bathe the western hill
Beauty that inspires man to take up his poetic quill......
6/11/13
My soul burns from so far away
My body cool
the toy of pain
Why am I so far away
why do you try
Ill be free one day
Ill run free
May you celebrate the spirit
Of all good things on this earth—
May you ride down all the right trails
And pay honor to Christ’s birth.
May you keep your spurs a jinglin’—
May you cross the flooded ford—
May you ride the range forever
Next the horse that seats our Lord.
I have grown old and slow and soft,
and my herd has all run oft,
but I still have my trusty friend the snail...
on the Colorado Trail.
Bedazzled am I,
dancing to ancient rhythms
on western windblown shores
where drifts of machair colours
this wearied soul restores.
The sun was high
Throats were burning dry,
The wagons circled round,
Hearts began to pound-
It's too quiet....was the prophetic sound.
I will not see the eclipse today.
It will not pass this western way.
I won't go out, no need for bonnet.
Anyhow, I'd rather see a comet.
May you gather kin ‘round campfires
And give thanks to God on high—
May you feast and relish friendships
Before that round-up in the sky.
May your cattle drives be short ones,
May worries be small and far—
May you find peace at life’s railhead
And at long last rope your star.
in bare hands you tilt
my earth to seek western skies
spirits set the sun
bare feet chase red jasper realms
from black-onyx sky
I am infatuated
with the smell
of horse
sweet
and unique
in the heat
After a long day
go
smell a horse
and see
if you
feel the same
Form:
Anti-war novel
of knight facing humanity
being stabbed.
All quiet on
Anti - war movement.