Challenge: Cowboys

[HarryHill]

Well a week off felt good after the rules changed just a bit. This challenge will be 10 lines long and the winner will be selected by popular vote of contestants who create the best rhyme with (Bronco) in their poems without using that word. Challenge ends 150 hours from this time post.

 

[Tzara]

This challenge will be 10 lines long and the winner will be selected by popular vote of contestants who create the best rhyme with (Bronco) in their poems without using that word.

Hair Band Cowboy

Me ride a bull? I have the wrong co-
ordination for that task.
(As if you really had to ask.)
I'd need to own a clever Ronco®

Bull-Ride-O-Matic gadget—zonko!!
Yeah, then I'd have the skills I'd need
to ride a Brahma like a steed
through sunfish twists and turns with strong co-

hesion to said cattle back,
as graceful as a trained macacque.

.

 

[Angeline]

At the galaxy's edge
where the space cowboys roam
astro doggies yip yip in the gloaming.
Purple stars gleam and the several
black moons hum tuneless tunes
till green morning.

Time for a nip, night night and pip pip--

Wait! My lasso beam's goal
ain't this durned black hole
and now I've gone shivery and wonko.

 

[butters]

Well a week off felt good after the rules changed just a bit. This challenge will be 10 lines long and the winner will be selected by popular vote of contestants who create the best rhyme with (Bronco) in their poems without using that word. Challenge ends 150 hours from this time post.

dang, you made me have to do maths but i now know that's 6.25 days (i cheated, thanks google) so sunday night, right?

lovin' the 2 posted so far!

 

[butters]

just a quickie for now:


whoa! there

cowboy has nice chaps, girls,
black leather over blues
head honcho in a poncho
dusty boots and a cheroot

he's stylin' hues of eastwood
his hat tipped over eyes
a combo working pronto
from toes right to his roots

no horse in sight so you can count
he's looking for a ride to mount

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I'm staying up far too late
ridden by my Yankee honcho,
but truth is this, each toss and turn,
leaves me next day out zonco.
Whips and spurs are in my head,
drawn there by Southern drawl,
growling orders in my ear
has me lost and in his thrall.
Next day I'm sleeping soundly,
after being harnessed roundly!

 

[Tzara]

Tanka (Plus 4)

Old pond, and frog plopped
into water: the wrong co-
ördination of
that image with this image:
a young father with his son,
sun setting, cherry blossoms.

And
four
more
lines.

.

 

[Angeline]

Space Cowboy Chapter 2

My lasso beam's goal
ain't this gol-durnt black hole
which has made me go shiv'ry and wonko.

I can't find my space mare
but I really don't care for the universe
takes and she gives.

I can live and abide
with my jaunty new ride,
a sweet six-eyed gal

called Bianco.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

We're out for retail therapy,
in a place that sells it all.
From ladies jeans
to kiddies toys
and boots and hats and beer.
What is the name of this wondrous place,
where you'll find saddles, ropes galore?
Every town should have one
but our's is the best,
we're off to shop at John Co.

 

[Piscator]

Moonlight and Whiskey

For those who ride the chaparral
where the smell of sage is sweet
when gathered at the old corral
of bygone times they’ll speak.

Till lifting his guitar, Franco
will croon of rides neath open sky
on a great white stallion Blanco
with phantoms who will never die.

As embers fade, the light grows dim
moonlight and whiskey deep within.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Memories and ghosts are all that throng co-
existing amongst trailing cobwebs,
in all that is left of the old homestead.
Where once small boys played at cowboys.
"You're Butch Cassidy and I'll be Sundance"
filling the woods with laughter, dens and trails.
Now the roof leaks and a rocking chair creaks
on the sagging porch, where we cuddled
our babies and patched skinned knees
in a life long gone but never forgotten.

 

[Angeline]

Another Space Cowboy

He had no horse, his bicycle barely
seemed there, he barely seemed

there to himself, not on some prairie,
not even the twilit suburb of Basel.

Did anyone honk? No. They saw
Herr Hoffman cycling home,

a mundane snippet in a normal
weekday world, not a clue

that he, Albert, synapses surging,
was infinite, godlike in his delirium.

 

[butters]

honk? no

smooth, unobtrusive rhymin' skills, there, angie

 

[Angeline]

honk? no

smooth, unobtrusive rhymin' skills, there, angie

Thank you.

I just started reading a novel (Outside Looking In (by T.C Boyle) about LSD. The prologue (about its discovery by Albert Hoffman in 1943) is dramatic and exciting to read. It inspired me.

We've got some ingenious contenders for the rhyme part of this challenge, eh?

 

[Mrtenant]

We used to to dance on a Saturday night
Boots aswishing in the saw dust, man what a sight
There at the old honky tonk in the town of Jericho
Right next door to the old Conoco
Late at night after the last tune played
There was me and Mary Sue sweating from the love we'd made
How I loved her yellow curls and easy smile
Grateful for the time we'd danced for the while
Sipping more whiskey alone there at the bar
She's gone now, I don't know where or how far

 

[champagne1982]

Bronc Busters' Lament

There once was a cowboy Italiano
his hat a sombrero Mexicano
he rode a white horse
and named it, of course
after a trail boss Angelo Bianco

The day he was given his pony
his trail boss called to him, "Hey Tony!
"You bust this bronco
"and make it right pronto!
"Or I'll turn your dick to baloney!"

 

[Angeline]

The Frisco Kid was my pride and joy,
a king on his geetar, my dear

West Coast boy. Quick draw
with a poem and with a bon mot,

so hot in the saddle, midnights
long ago when I'd been rode hard

and put away wet, we'd giggle
till dawn. I'll never forget

my wild Irish rose. Happy trails
mi amante, happy trails to you.

 

[AmericanTrash]

Wonderful idea. I really love Space Cowboy. I'm too skeert to try to rhyme with bronco. Well done to all.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Harry how do we vote on who has won please?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Those nights on the range
were damn cold,
brrrr on co-ordinating with Billy
back at the ranch,
there'd be hot soup
and warm bread rolls
waiting as we rode back in,
and amid laughter we'd all troop
into the kitchen, back to warmth,
civilisation and finally bed.

 

[Angeline]

Those nights on the range
were damn cold,
brrrr on co-ordinating with Billy
back at the ranch,
there'd be hot soup
and warm bread rolls
waiting as we rode back in,
and amid laughter we'd all troop
into the kitchen, back to warmth,
civilisation and finally bed.

LOL. Thumbs up!

 

[HarryHill]

Atomic Nachos

His horse is old and not so very trusty.
Owl-hoot has gone slow his best days are past,
pistol far from spotless, shells gone rusty,
time to get up off a lazy old ass.

Ten gallon chapeau sweat stained and dusty,
the trails been long and unforgiving, yes,
chasing cows to make a living, rainbows
never giving up their pot of gold, oh no.
sweet waters flow at the end of your path
sleep waits for the cowboy faithful at last.

 

[HarryHill]

Harry how do we vote on who has won please?

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I would say that each poet pick a favorite clever rhyme and post it sometime after the 150 hour time limit.

ETA: some really creative near rhymes poets it's going to be hard to pick one.

 

[HarryHill]

Wonderful idea. I really love Space Cowboy. I'm too skeert to try to rhyme with bronco. Well done to all.

..
Your last 7 in 7 did that nicely.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Angie, Annie and Bron co-ordinate,
moderate and loiter,
keeping an eye out for spam of those
doing what they didn't oughter.
Full of dedication (cough),
the sexiest mods of all Lit,
in this little backwater of porn
very fit (you thought I'd rhyme shit!)
and as you may have suspected
all your grateful gifts accepted.