#rodeo
15 seconds in the OK corral
That’ll do wonders to improve the morale
Bronco Billy love to ride wild fillies
His first ride he had the Willie Nillies
He named her Tilly, she was wild and free
Was it possible could it be? He had to see
Billy had to catch and tame this beautiful dame
His achievements gave him his proud name
Until the day he realized he met his match
Wrangling Tilly Billy dealt with a rough patch
Tilly reared back and forth and gave him a ride.
Billy fell off the horse, but took it in stride.
In the hospital with black and blue bruised pride
Newfound respect Billy stayed by Tilly’s side
He remembers the lesson of the wild ride
He was too cocky for his own good,
He had a show in front of the neighborhood
Knocked down a peg or two animal respect grew
Old age gets us all we don’t get to choose to call
Lessons learned give new Cowboys their turn
Bronco Billy no longer sows his wild oats
He teaches children how to ride their first goat
their head high with a smile a mile wide
Anything worse doing do it with pride?
Bootlegged Bronco Billy had his last riding
GoldBuckle belt he took the change in stride
Billy stays on the ground with the rodeo clown
their clown face painted for a night on the town
you’ll never catch Bronco Billy wearing a frown.
He was a celebrated Hero the BEST in town
Now Rodeo in town country folk gather around
Ribbons to be won for the old and young
Quilts candles crafts are all honored traditions
Youth 4H program with parents permission
Weekends kids take a goat home yes often
We are searching for the goat that ROAMS
A quilt can last 100 years with perfection
If an error made expert eyes detection
Under the eyes of scrutiny without objection
Footnotes
I’ve won First Place ,Blue Ribbons several years for my original designs, decorative throws and Afghans ALSO chili cook-off Wimpy chili. My chili a combination between traditional chili and con Carne. Simple ingredients wins every time.
It’s more than just a ribbon. It’s vindication. You’ve mastered a craft and Yes bragging rights.
This poem is based on true events
This type of poem is called a SESTINA
(6) six line stanza 36 lines
Plus an ENVOY a three line ending 39 lines
Inspired Songs
1) A horse with no name
By America 1971
2) Wild horses, 1975
By The Rolling Stones
3) All the pretty little horses,( nursery rhyme) lullaby from 1819 many renditions through the years. The rendition Eye May 14, 2019.YouTube
This is a video with words and beautiful horse scenery greenery, wild horses
By SuzyBoggus
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 12:12 PM UTC
I should've known from the first ride,
that I would be falling fast.
I should've felt it from my first fall,
that your show must go on.
I should've known from the first rodeo,
that should've been the last.
I should've felt it from my first trot,
that I'm better off riding alone.
I should've known you couldn't choke the horn,
but you were all but a yellow-belly.
I should've watched how you 'let her rip',
yet a horse is all of my riches.
I should've believed you don't want no cahoot,
but I rode for you 'til dawn while hungry.
I should've watched you ride to the sunrise,
yet I am left chasing sunsets.
But I am still the greatest,
with or without a lily liver cahoot.
I am the best, from east to west,
a taste from my lips would prove it's true.
I am the lone star that shines the brightest,
with or without your hat on, you'll be blinded.
I am all of the gold that they all rush to,
the legend they call 'light at the end of the tunnel'.
You should be sorry, oh you should be sad,
all you would be is a runaway robber.
Because I could've been your brokeback god
now I would be everything but your lover.
I put my hat down to say sorry for being your bandit,
Now I ride to where the lights would welcome me,
far away from all the grime, dirt and strife
They all cheer and whistle and holler my name,
while you weep that your whole life,
let alone your morning rides will never be the same.
Jul 15, 2023
Jul 15, 2023 at 11:15 AM UTC
I went to the rodeo with my friends
It seemed like a fine way to spend
A wonderful weekend
There were fun and games
As ways to stay entertained
But I wasn't content just holding my belt loops
So I decided to escape the chicken coop
For a different group
That was most uncouth
And saw a bull with the horns of Satan
And the torso of an Abrams
Its power and majesty mesmerized me
Treating my friends' advice too lightly
I had to take the bull for a spin
Becoming a slave to its whims
I lost my grin and urge to win
Inside the bull's conjured wind
My actions I couldn't rescind
Before it threw me in
A garbage bin
Landing on my *** in St. Judas, Misery
After leaving my friends in a hurry
For a bucking bull's fury
That had my words slurring
By the end of its scurry
All I could do was dust my boots off
And head back to Kentucky
To join the pigs eating at the trough
And consider myself lucky
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 1:08 PM UTC
Gentle muzzle
velvet soft
lipping at my palm
searching for the treats,
sugar and molasses
a rich combination
only a good horse
earns.
Supple leather
worn smooth
over years of dedication
and application
that comes from
this sport.
Nights
already promised ahead of time,
three months earlier,
hauling to deserted fairgrounds
a dusky sky setting the tone
for lead ropes
threaded
through stock trailer slats
cow dogs
running
up down sideways
trailing owners between horses legs and rusty pickups.
Tacking up
underneath floodlights
set to the soundtrack
of jangling spurs
and soft nickers.
Younger kids
hanging on the arena rails
drinking syrupy sweet
soda
a tradition
root beers before your run
good luck
in our community.
Foot in the stirrup
old braided reins in hand
leather,
broken into submission,
pliable
under years
of use.
Slapping hands
with other riders
who already went
horses,
slick with sweat
foaming at the mouth
ready to go again
with rippling muscles
still taunt in the sticky summer night,
aching for one last run.
three turns
and a gallop home,
don't care about the money
unless you beat your last time-
your only competitor
is
yourself
and
the
clock.
Hard packed dirt
pounded down by hooves,
tails swishing at flies
as you wait
for your turn.
Adrenaline and happiness,
an addictive cocktail,
these are the nights
I
love.
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 9:52 PM UTC
the bull riders came
from near and far
to try and conquer
Chainsaw's elevated bar
he'd buck them off afore
the eight second crack
none would last upon
his awesomely built back
around the rodeo circuit
this bull had a legendary status
for beating they who'd do
battle with his feisty apparatus
the goading spur of rider
not disconcerting him
he'd show them that he
was ever potent in trim
of an immortal bovine
we'll never see again
so celebrate the elan
of Chainsaw's grain
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 8:51 PM UTC
It’s an eight second partnership
The bronc, an angry participant
And me, I’m just trying to keep my legs in the stirrups
My hands on the reins
My wits about me
In one piece
Welcome to my world
It’s a family affair
Me and my sons, Troy and Dusty
Traveling day and night just to fight
For a living, one unforgiving
But exciting as the day is long
And to keep that ranch in Utah going
200 head of cattle and worries about enough rain
Are in our thoughts as we live the literal ups and downs of rodeo
We’re in the saddle for good
For life
Living our destiny
As we should
As we want to
As we have
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC
The crowd is loudly cheering
For that is what crowds do
But, I only hear my heartbeat
For now, it's just us two
There's clowns in the arena
There's four barrels where they hide
But, it's me who faces danger
It's me that has to ride
They joke about the battle
They tell tales of my ex-wife
How I said "I did your sister"
Then I held on for my life
The truth is much more dangerous
The truth is what I know
The truth is underneath me
The truth is set to go
My boots are on the sideboards
Beneath me is the bull
A hurricane in waiting
With his anger set on full
The crowd still cheering loudly
I lower myself down
the rope around my right hand
Eight seconds to the crown
I'm not here to fight him
Just to hold on and be one
He'll try his best to throw me
I'm the bullet, he's the gun
I try to match his breathing
Slow mine down just like my heart
In a heartbeat it is over
But, right now, I'm set to start
I signal that I'm ready
It takes forever, but, it's quick
I now hear both our heartbeats
While I am waiting for the click....
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC
Reading words we don't understand, won't understand,
walking down halls in every state of mind,
anxious thoughts for fear of these expected surprises,
like standing together in the rain to the very last minute only to get scolded when we get home, but
it was worth every second of forbidden time, time taken from the future,
hypnotic relaxation, that chewy feeling as she passes but wont look knowing exactly what's occurring.
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC
Growing up country...A day in the life ©
I lay on my bed awake staring at the ceiling
No need for an alarm cause I have two
One is brooster the rooster and the is
A holler I call “father”
And then there it is the shout from below
“Get up you slugs we have things to do and places to go”
I leap out of bed toss on some clothes no need to be picky
For we ain’t likely to see nobody this way today
The race down the stairs is on, only three brothers to beat
Getting to the kitchen table to get a seat and grub to eat
The smell of bacon permeates the air
And mom is at the bottom stair to give a hug right there
As we chow down we all look around at each other
Knowing full well the list and which one we druthers
There’s tillin the garden with a *** muckin the pens with its stench,
Fence mendin with barb wire or ridein that metal steed named Deere
And on this day through luck of the draw or Dad’s decision
I create furrow after furrow with precision and after awhile
And many circles complete the mind tends to wander into a haze
As you slide from side to side on that hard seat amidst a glaze
What will this fall harvest bring after the chores are complete
A trip to the fair and rodeo to compete and there I will be the winner
In that girl’s blue eyes as I lift up that grand prize
She’ll notice me then, that pretty little thing and proudly wear my ring
The old John Deere will transform from a metal steed to a pickup I will need
For those kids who will be taught to heed, respect their elders and lay seed
We’ll live on a farm just like this one built on strong backs from generation
To generation hoping to build a better nation
Andreas Simic©
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC
Strawberry Kiwi makes makes me queasy
I know it's a bit crazy, and a bit cheesy
But this place has me so confused, so lost
Sometimes I feel like I'm owning it like a boss
Drinking Green Tea and ******* on a Jolly Rancher
Knowing that the taste is pretty far out there
Been kicked off a horse, been kicked in the nuts
I've seen the sun go down, seen it come up
It's safe to say, I've been running on a lot of luck
My mind is clear, and I'm ready to ride this buck
Don't stop me now, don't get in my way, here I go
I've been working for this, I need to do this, let's roll
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 9:43 PM UTC
We all wish we could skip our chores like we skip cut-scenes in a video game
Or songs on our internet radio
Trust me, the Bulls wish they could skip the rodeo.
I wish i could skip the pauses in the stereo.
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
Everybody knows
Reading, Writing, and Arithmetic
as the Three "R's" you need
Without them
you'll go nowhere
and never will succeed
Writing...that's a W
and Arithmetic an A
so, who ever came up
With "Three "R's"
was having a bad day
Now, go and ask a cowboy
what the three "R's"
are to him
You'll get a different answer
I'll bet you
one to ten
Ropin', Ridin' and Rodeo
The cowboy's three R list
Reading, Writing, Arithmetic
the big three that I missed
But if they do not have the first three
They are not a cowboy
not a chance
they're just another townie
just another fancy pants
So, to be a proper cowboy
there's six "R's"
they must know
the first three
along with
ridin', ropin, and
rodeo
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
My heart is a rodeo
and when I draw my last breath
I will finally win
my gold buckle.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC