Some posters are authors.
Some posters are not.
We all come together
In this creative spot.

The draw, it seems,
Is the words in your head.
No matter your style,
Your words will be read.

Some voices are gentle.
Some voices are dark.
Some voices bring laughter.
Some create quite a spark!

There are times, yes,
We don’t quite agree
On what is and what isn’t
True poetry.

I don’t care
If your style is or is NOT “labeled”,
You’ve touched me with your words
And for that, I am grateful!

I wanna be
In a Brooks & Dunn shirt.
Maybe one that’ll match
My Southwestern skirt.

I wanna get
All duded up right.
Go out to a dive bar,
Shoot pool, and fight.

I wanna have
The freedom to roam.
Make liv’in outdoors
My natural home.

I wanna follow
The cowpoke's course.
A pity, you know,
I’ve never ridden a horse.

I have all the trappings
Including a belt made of snake.
Looks can be deceiving,
I’m still just a fake.

Yes, it’s true.
Although I hate to nitpick,
A cow person I’m not,
Just a lil ol’ hick.

passes a fresh roll of TP (sorry, outta puffs)

Good thing all are not quite so biased and will include essays and other forms in their published content. But, since you seem so "dead set" on it, here ya go.

Biff, the wrangler,
went out one day.
Ridin' his ol paint
roundin up strays.

He brought home a calf
wearin' another's brand.
His woman went wild!
Why? He just couldn't understand.

He watched in a-MAZE-ment
as she hog tied that calf,
ignorin' it's cries
as she traced round the brand.

Then she bellowed in a voice
that hit like a 2 x 4;
"Biff, you're a wrangler,
not a rustler, I know this for shore!"

"I strongly urge
you to cowboy up again
and take this one back
to his home pen."

Now, ol Biff,
he was stubborn with a strong
helping of pride
on the side.

Disgruntled and mumbling,
he saddled up to ride.
"Big mouthed woman", he grumbled,
As he caught her eye.

He leaned down to her,
as he passed by, for a kiss
and heard her whisper softly,
"Thank you, Biff, you're better than this."

Eh-hm, all cowboy poetry does not rhyme - I believe your describing Dr. Seuss.

nicely written and ya didn't even choke!

looking past what is before my eyes
past the obvious where deeper lies
finding connections' binding ties
sunken treasures slowly lift and rise



........just floating on the pondering enjoying your view

Oh dear, nice write, but I can't help wonderin how many you would need for a poker hand called a flush

Saluvius (I think I misspelled that), I presume you're one and the same? No worries, you're stuff is good and I was just checkin out a hunch.......

You know now that you mentioned that movie, I'll be flippin through channels in the next couple of days and it'll be on then I'll "knowwwww the rest of the story"

Back at'cha BABY!

Mornin pk and thanks.

Sister, I'm gladeth!!!

oh yeah, nicely done!

thanks, mom!

Not just you, sister! As you well know, a lot of things arouse my curiosity and then it progresses to "well, hmmm I wonder??????" I'm beginning to think I was born with a shovel in my hands

ooo, sounds like a psychic impression! Have you ever checked out the history of the house? Does Winfeilds mean it's time for coffee?

I feel like the oracle in the third Aladdin movie. Believe it or not, a slammed door will also "show you, THE WAY......" Ya back off, regroup, and next thing ya know, that Ta-Daaaa! moment is right there all up in yo face.

mmm, thought provoking, shame inducing for some, YU-u-uP, I'm likin this! Well done.

thanks, mirror.

Thanks, Mz.Em, but I'm thinkin I need more research on the poetry style, Oh my goodness, no, on the poetry style!

Art!

Ooo, Abra, nicely done!

Hmmm, I don't know about that, depends upon the force behind the hose, I'm thinkin

Well ya do have to start somewhere................