Challenge: Cowboys

To be honest it’s hard to rhyme bronco
cowboy verse needs to rhyme at the end co-
nservative, iambic pentameter or near so
I salute Mister T for memories of Conoco
with a M. Murphy tune never forgottenco.
 
Just pointing out there are a couple of poems that have used the word that the OP said NOT to use :D
 
This is my land. My grass, trees and dirt
On which my boys can play freely with their Tonkos
And imagine tomorrow.

Sacred dirt soaked with blood and sweat of Cowboys past
Who raised cattle as their own and nursed the fields
Be it sunrise or dark o' - night.

Land that was earned - not given
And passed forward from hand to hand and plate to plate
To be savored and nurtured for the next
To continue its cycle o' - Life.
 
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tarmac cowboys

He scratched his head and sucked his teeth
and then said 'Well, right, it'll cost ya',
then plucked a quote right out of his arse--
bullshit could be smelled far as Bosnia.

In shocked surprise, I laughed out loud;
he savagely blew his conk.'Go
anywhere else an' they'll charge you more--
double at least! And there's Ron, so...'

He left the threat dangling, a-twist in the heat;
I told him 'Get fucked' and then showed him the street.
 
*sighs* these are not the poems i wanted to write

i had in mind something more along the lines of rainbow whorled fingertips and vast skies and wild prairies of the soul...

ah well
 
This is my land. My grass, trees and dirt
On which my boys can play freely with their Tonkos
And imagine tomorrow.

Sacred dirt soaked with blood and sweat of Cowboys past
Who raised cattle as their own and nursed the fields
Be it sunrise or dark o' - night.

Land that was earned - not given
And passed forward from hand to hand and plate to plate
To be savored and nurtured for the next
To continue its cycle o' - Life.

This one is especially pleasing to me. I see the boys playing. I see the cowboys tending to livestock. And I see the land continuing to offer itself to its future caretakers.:rose:

Nice job, everyone. These were interesting reads.
 
*sighs* these are not the poems i wanted to write

i had in mind something more along the lines of rainbow whorled fingertips and vast skies and wild prairies of the soul...

ah well
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No Show

I channeled Picasso last night,
asked him about Vincent's starry gig, and why
he wore that old cowboy hat, and who
took the snapshot he copied.

The Spirit took a hand and slapped me,
painted a brilliant image in my startled shock,
of endless skies and I,
standing lost in the vista of pristine prairies,
unseeing the rainbow whorled finger tips of God reach out,
pinch my head off.
 
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He scratched his head and sucked his teeth
and then said 'Well, right, it'll cost ya',
then plucked a quote right out of his arse--
bullshit could be smelled far as Bosnia.

In shocked surprise, I laughed out loud;
he savagely blew his conk.'Go
anywhere else an' they'll charge you more--
double at least! And there's Ron, so...'

He left the threat dangling, a-twist in the heat;
I told him 'Get fucked' and then showed him the street.
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lovely
...
 
OK. I've been reading about (and listening to) the late, great Warren Zevon, and wallowing in his music. This "poem" is basically alternate lyrics to lay over the start of his song "Empty Handed Heart."

Not good, I admit, but I did rhyme "brawn co-". :)
Empty

I know, Loraine, you think me
a loser kind of guy.

That really makes me angsty.
I have another side,

I'm sensitive and heartfelt,
but I really can't abide

how guys exuding brawn co-
opt my place in your date line.

{OK, OK. There's a lot of lyrics that should fill this up, but the OP has a ten-line requirement, so think of this as a coda, kinda sorta.}

A cowboy, real cowboy,
would simply shoot them dead. . .

{& cetera}​
Oh, and if I end up the designated "next up" challenge person, I respectfully decline. I have family events to attend.
 
3 now and one of them is mine :D
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Bad Annie, bad, bad.
Poets please select one of the following numbers to accompany your vote for favorite poem.

1. The most near rhymes.
2. The closest rhyme.
3. The worst rhyme.
4. Pirate rule: this one's mine :nana:
5. Pass
 
late entry just for kicks

Honky tonk next to the Conoco
I'll be in the bar nursing amber courage
Wreathed by smoke, almost loco
Dulcet dark twang croons
Of love gone bad, tucked in storage

Turn me round the dance floor
Red boots shimmy in sawdust,
Make me smile and beg for more
Silvery light above a neon sign
At end of night, this cowboy's mine.
 
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Bad Annie, bad, bad.
Poets please select one of the following numbers to accompany your vote for favorite poem.

1. The most near rhymes.
2. The closest rhyme.
3. The worst rhyme.
4. Pirate rule: this one's mine :nana:
5. Pass


That a private or public vote there, pardner?
 
i'm not sure if this is a #2... there were others very very close to being as much of a rhyme for bronco. as Angie's poem, it is my favourite use of the requisite rhyme for it's unobtrusive nature. when i first read it, i didn't even notice it, so smoothly did it fit it.

Another Space Cowboy

Did anyone honk? No
 
my favourite title and overall poem was H's, but not for any of the categories he has listed

and what's 'pass'? is that for not wanting to specify? :confused:
 
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It was. I specified 10 lines this time looking for that a,b,a,b, a,b,a,b, c,c. gig,

Hiya MrT.
enjoyed P's poem, though it's rhyme scheme was abab, cdcd, ee. didn't know we were 'sposed to go that route, not that it would have helped me any i'm sure :D
 
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