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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
THE COWBOY AND THE MADAM Seemed sadness and loneliness were his name, A brave man of indisputable fame. Two Colts rode so low on his narrow hips Always a mocking smile lay on his lips. He had straddled a fence ‘twixt good and bad, Since he was just such a very young lad. Though he’d paid his dues for the bad he’d done And cleaned up his act by age thirty-one. His two-handed draw was clearly the best Of anyone, dead or alive, in the West. He’d been an army scout close to three year, Then worn a badge, never showed any fear. As a marshal he earned many a friend, But they counted for not very much in the end. For when the chips were down, he’d stood alone, And a town’s colors were clearly shown. Too many fights left him battle scarred, From a barbed wire vest his body was marred. He wore his life, for all to see, on his face, ‘Twas time to retire to a more peaceful place. He had money in the bank, a nice piece of land, To enjoy solitude was what he had planned. He worked hard, long hours that was alright, But sadness and loneliness filled the night. He’d lain with many, but none had his heart He promised them nothing right from the start. For he’d loved a girl with long golden hair, He’d never found another to her to compare. A rancher’s daughter, sweet Emmy Sue Mae But her father loathed him, drove him away. He was young and how it had hurt his pride, When older, he searched for her, high and wide. Seemed sadness and loneliness were her name A dance hall madam was her claim to fame. Her girls were the best that money could buy The cowpokes didn’t care the cost was so high She’d left home young, hurt and extremely mad, When her father turned out her dark-haired lad. She vowed never to return again to that place Where she’d left head low and in much disgrace. She’d been to the depths of hell and back But not one bit of courage did she lack. Do or die, she would make it all on her own, For she had a child to raise ‘til grown. The money she raised gave her child the best So on her laurel’s she now safely could rest. The young man was in school, a doctor to become, No mother could be prouder of a dark-haired son. She sold her business to a gambling man, From all she had had she gladly ran. Trading silken gowns for plain gingham dresses And no more henna to liven her tresses. A little store bought in a friendly small town Friends made and neighbors met from all around She worked hard, long hours that was alright, But sadness and loneliness filled the night. She sold basic staples and lots of soft goods, And handcrafted furniture made from fine woods. She homed a young girl, with small child and unwed, Not wanting her to forage for food nor for bed. Life was good, better than she’d ever known, Respected, respectable with a son all grown. Still she looked in the eyes of all of the men Would her search for her man never come to an end? He’d come into town on his dappled old roan, To buy the staples he needed for home. Sadness and loneliness are no longer the names Of two happy people living life on the plains. [This message has been edited by SPIRIT (03-12-2003 01:23 AM).] |
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skyshine 
since 2002-02-07
Posts 3058Beneath the northern stars |
Oh, that is really sweet  I hope it makes it in, I liked it!  Elizabeth It's not having what you want, it's wanting what you've got... |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Much enjoyed! ~ Trace my body with your words.. |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (smiles) Oh Das, this is soooooooo beautiful, sweet friend, this truly brought tears to my eyes reading it as it is amazing how two stories can become one together and when everything seems to go wrong in both perpsectives how at the crossroads all a sudden a miracle occurs! (kiss on cheek) This swept me off my feet, sweet friend, I love it, once again let me get that vote back up there, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Das, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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sweetwater Member
since 2002-12-16
Posts 178Perth |
wonderful! I love poems like this! |
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Loren Lynn Junior Member
since 2003-03-12
Posts 10 |
Your poetry is full of pictures. I love to see so clearly when I read. |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Back to re-vote....  "Love makes the world go around" |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
Very nicely done, enjoyed. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Just popping in to re-vote on this cute story. |
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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
I appreciate all the great comments. Thank you. |
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Flower Member
since 2003-03-15
Posts 240California |
Love a happy ending, love reading your stuff, so i voted on this. Love reading all these great writes. |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Happy to send this one back to the top. Love, Joyce |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
SPIRIT, Good endings will get me everytime.Awesome write. I love your story telling. Voting for this now. If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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jjote Senior Member
since 2002-12-25
Posts 1088Ontario, Canada |
Unique style. Kind of prose in poetry? Anyway, I like the story and here's my vote. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I love a well-told story... and when it rhymes, my admiration increases. *S* This was a delight to read! *S* |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
This is the kind of story I love, and I love the way you told it. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Nothing I love more than a tale well told...you certainly have one here.  |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
This is one of my favorites from you. Glad to see it again. Sandra |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Bump  |
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Flower Member
since 2003-03-15
Posts 240California |
This is such a great story - thank you for a happy ending. Love reading all these great writes. |
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cupcake Member
since 2003-01-05
Posts 116 |
Thought I had already voted on this. Like it very much. I'm a reader - not a writer. |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
*bump* |
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pjtalty Member
since 2002-07-17
Posts 111W.A., Australia |
In my book, this poem definitely qualifies as a well-written, absorbing, flowing piece of narrative in ballad form. Usually the ballad metre (traditionally, anyway) uses alternating four- and three-stress lines with rhyming scheme abcb. However, some poets use other metres successfully ...as you have done with this one by using four-stress lines with rhyming scheme aabb. It all adds up to an interesting, intriguing and entertaining read with a nice ending to the story. Brava! Another vote coming up! Patrick Talty |
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cupcake Member
since 2003-01-05
Posts 116 |
Just a little bump for my mom. |
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Justbleu Member Elite
since 1999-08-31
Posts 3329Oregon, Originally From Alaska :) |
This is a wonderful story with a happy ending.....Enjoyed!!!!! Bridgette  "Somewhere, somehow, it should be possible to touch someone and never let go again. To hold someone, not for a moment but forever." Unknown |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
SPIRIT - I'm glad they found each other once again. My vote is in... BC |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
Bravo! |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
There was no way I could let a cowboy poem go without reading it and I am smiling huge at the wonderful story that I found here. Lines such as : ******* He had straddled a fence ‘twixt good and bad, ******* From a barbed wire vest his body was marred. ******* Trading silken gowns for plain gingham dresses And no more henna to liven her tresses. ******* add so much to piece and also bring us some visuals (images) that help us place ourselves in the setting. Wonderul piece and so glad to have read it and cast my vote. |
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Sunkissed Senior Member
since 2002-12-03
Posts 610 |
Wonderful story, SPIRIT, you have my vote! Sunkissed. |
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