Tag Archives: Poetry

EXCLUSED

Erato can be more than a bit erratic
and daily living lead to static

So sometimes when my lovely muse
seems my tender soul to abuse
and my simple mind confuse
I seek some gentler, kinder muse

And somewhere warm to sing the blues.
(and sometimes a little booze)

Whereupon my main muse, is not amused
and lets me know she feels abused
and certainly, not sufficiently exclused

and it’s choose! choose! choose!
and it’s choose! choose! choose!

FORCED RHYME

Pardon me pardner if my words don’t rhyme – all the time
but sometimes they just don’t fit worth a hoot

And I’ve never like shoving my size ten foot
in a size eight boot

Or a longhorn in a
calf chute

SHIRLEY

Remind me to write you a poem someday
There are lots of things that I’d like to say

Your opening up has been to me
A beautiful beautiful thing to see

I haven’t the words to express it today
But remind me to write you a poem someday

THE COWBOYS THE PILOTS AND POETS

The Cowboys, the Pilots and Poets
The girls they say love them all

For the pilots have an air of the danger
of those who can die if they fall

While a poet’s crushed-petal scent
reflect all their beauty and pain

And a cowboy has a feel of the open
and a smell we won’t speak of again

Maybe the pilots help them feel
life’s edge of purest blue
While the poets act as mirrors
to depths they never knew

And the cowboys oh the cowboys
can touch them where it hurts
And they’ve got those fast
snap button shirts

Zen Cowboy Poet & Freelance Philosopher