Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Monday, April 18, 2005
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Gentle flicker hypnotises
Chest and chin attract
The door swings open
My new boots on the planks
Like gunshots down the silent street
Matchhead flares and sputters
Newborn flame flutters precariously
Until cupped by miniature hands
The little man reaches up to my cheroot
"What did you say your name was again?"
Tongue of heat wavering nervously
Attracted to the tobacco
Until I draw it in
"I didn't" I reply
And turn away
And a sore neck in the moring
Wednesday, April 6, 2005
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Just a reminder that April is National Poetry Month in the United States and Canada. Here are some National Poetry Month links:
And remember, April 17-23 is National Cowboy Poetry Week.
Friday, March 18, 2005
Saturday, February 19, 2005
From the website:
March 11th - 13th, 2005 Cowboys and Cowgirls from all over North America will be pulling into Kamloops British Columbia for a weekend of western hospitality and entertainment in Canada’s original Cowtown!
Over the last few years The Kamloops Cowboy Festival has made a name for itself as one of the finest western heritage events anywhere. The stage shows will feature two dozen of the worlds best cowboy poets and western singers. There will also be open mic sessions, workshops and demonstrations as well as a cowboy art and gear show featuring custom made saddles, western art and top quality hand made horse gear.
As well, the BCCHS website has a cowboy poetry page.
Friday, January 28, 2005
I wrote this one in December for my "santee;" that is, the person who's name I had drawn in a Secret Santa gift exchange I participated in over at Brightweavings.
It seems there's some as gettin' worried they ain't bin serenaded.
It seems there's some as gettin' worried if they'd bin forgot.
I'm here to stem that worried tide, for one o' you at least.
I'm here to say yer gift is comin', to the McFillin in the lot.
Penny sent this little ditty in. Seems there's more'n a few Irish cowboy poets in the group.
In order to avoid mishaps
One should never put on wet chaps
You'll be ridin' the range
Feelin' mighty strange
Cuz' yer 8-balls are stuck to your lap!
Friday, January 21, 2005
Two upcoming events:
The twenty first annual national cowboy poetry gathering is being held this coming week in Elko, Nevada.
The thirteenth annual Cochise cowboy poetry and music gathering will be held February fourth through sixth in Sierra Vista, Arizona.
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
OK, folks. I know y'all been waitin' forever fer me to post up some cowboy poetry that I done wrote myself, so I set myself down and finished up one of the things I been workin' on. Here it is. Tell me what you think.
There's some as says that purple
Is the colour of a King
They give it a fancy name and all (porphyry)
But it's the same old thing
Now I don't know 'bout kings and queens
And other powerful folk
Or colours 'n things they used to use
To keep people under yoke
But there's a time of day
After all the herd's been seen to
And I'm settin' on this ridge
'Tween the fire and my lean-to
When the heavens that seemed endless
'Neath the scorchin' sun of noon
Are drawin' down around me
And the night is comin' soon
When the prairies stretch before me
And as far as eye can see
Not another human bein'
Is sharin' the world with me
As the sun gets sinkin' lower
To'ard the straight line of the ground
When the skies have gone from blue to red
And there's silence all around
And there's a single moment
'Fore it all drops off to night
When everything seems to stop a spell
When everything is right
I can hear the cattle lowin'
As the cold is gettin' higher
I can hear the beans a bubblin'
O'er the kindlin' of the fire
And the sky at just that moment
In between deep red and coal
Is a certain shade of purple
That reaches into a man's soul
Now I ain't got no religion
But when I look around I see
That someone's tryin' to tell me
That there ain't no king but me
Image courtesy of Dornbrau. (Also, I'm rippin' off her freakin' bandwidth linkin' to it here)
While y'all are awaitin' on me to post some o' my own cowboy poetry here, why don't y'all send me some o' your'n.
Friday, January 14, 2005
Thursday, January 6, 2005
A dog walks into a saloon.
He steps up to the bar.
The bartender gives the dog a loooong nasty look...
then says, "Whatchawant?"
The dog looks around the saloon, turns back to the bartender and declares:
"I want the man who shot my Paw."
thanks, Loretta. ;)
Tuesday, January 4, 2005
"Wish I had time for just one more bowl of chili." - Alleged dying words of Kit Carson (1809-1868) Frontiersman and Mountain Man
"When a cowboy has a chew in his cheek, don't slap him on the back." - Cowboy proverb
"A cowboy is a man with guts and a horse." - William James
"If you're a cowboy and you're dragging a guy behind your horse, I bet it would really make you mad if you looked back and the guy was reading a magazine." - Jack Handy