FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Confessions of A Cowboy Poet
FC 11 C-52
98
Bob Christensen
Aging, Gracefully? Not!
Last week in Nashville, Tennessee a strange phenom came over me while listening to a country tune in the famous old Wild Horse Saloon. Some feller sang of his wasted life and of nights spent with another's wife
Confessions of A Cowboy Poet
FC 11 C-52
99
Bob Christensen
The Present
Old Jake was gettin' older now so he moved on into town and took up bachelor quarters in a house somewhat run down. Back at the ranch his saddle pals got talkin' 'bout old Jake
Confessions of A Cowboy Poet
FC 11 C-52
100
Bob Christensen
Ol' Billy
He'd never been much of a neighbor and he sure as hell wasn't a friend but as each of us must, he'd now turn to dust, his mortality'd come to it's end. At least that's what it said in the paper, though I've never game newsmen much truck
Confessions of A Cowboy Poet
FC 11 C-52
101
Bob Christensen
The Cowboy That Nobody Liked
Nobody knew where he came from. One day he just rode into town. A grizzled faced drifter, a loner, a man with his luck really down.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
49
Robert L. Laumeyer
Culture
Spare me your culture For me it's much too complex. Give me something simple Made up of good old fashioned sex. (end).
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
49
Robert L. Laumeyer
The Cynic
the great horse was loafing Running third in an important race. When suddenly a cocklebur Stuck him a tender place. The growd gave a mighty cheer The horse reached a record pace. It was the lowly cocklebur
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
49
Robert L. Laumeyer
Nature's Law
Out with the old. Make room for the new. Is a law of nature that must rule. Be it a majestic old bull elk Or the superintendent of a school.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
50
Robert L. Laumeyer
My Pen
My favorite pen I take in hand For restless need does demand, Create beauty in its purest form. Though long I labor, it remains unborn. Beauty is always out there But it is just beyond my reach.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
50
Robert L. Laumeyer
Perfection
The will of the wisp pursuit Of that which is ultra fine; Can only bring destruction When given ample time. Perfection is a hoax When applied to ahuman life.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
51
Robert L. Laumeyer
Praise to Brevity
Omar, that master of the bards I have read a hundred times. All I know of what he wrote Is in about four hundred lines. If he who lived 5 score and ten Could teach our modern writer To save but four lines a year
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
51
Robert L. Laumeyer
Epilogue
It is said of Albert Einstein Who math and science did revamp. That he could write his life's work ON the back of a postage stamp. E=Mc2
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 K-30
52
Robert L. Laumeyer
Did God Need a Laugh?
Did God need a luagh, when he made man? Did he turn him loose, or was there a plan? Is there a ? What is each actor's part? Is each to improvise the beste he can? Was God really serious, or did he jest?
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
52
Robert L. Laumeyer
Epilogue
The loon laughed on the lonely lake That moon light night, I stayed awake. Did the loon know, that man was a fake? Did the loon know, that man was a mistake?
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
53
Robert L. Laumeyer
The Stranger
The night was stormy, dark and cold. The rain beat on the window pane. When outside came a knock so bold I heard it above the driving rain. Through the door a stranger came in Bearded, cold a glare in his eye. He clutched a worn, old violin.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
54
Robert L. Laumeyer
Epilogue
Compared to my passions My evils have been very small. Its the good that I've left undone That I'm fearful to recall. (end)
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
54
Robert L. Laumeyer
Bewildered
Things were bad where I was. So I moved out from there. I found another job Where things looked pretty fair. As soon as I got settled I noticed right away. The problems, I thought I'd left
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
55
Robert L. Laumeyer
A Philosopher's Proposition
It was a big drinking party Held by the rich and famous sort. Beautiful girls were invited To come and join their nightly sport. A rich worldly philosopher Drinking and feeling rather spry. Cornered a beautiful starlet And he asked her on the sly
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
56
Robert L. Laumeyer
Money
Money is but A thing to spend For in itself It's not an end. (end)
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
56
Robert L. Laumeyer
Author of Procreation
The author of procreation Is obviously male I say. He gave women, their greatest pain Man he gave his favorite play.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
57
Robert L. Laumeyer
Flowers and Age
The seed is planted And given proper care. In a burst of life it grows And blooms its beauty rare. The bees come for nectar And the pollen is spread. The cold wind blows And the flowers look dead.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
57
Robert L. Laumeyer
Things
Our possessions can be our master And rule us with an iron hand. When we love them over much Their care, becomes our command.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
58
Robert L. Laumeyer
The Wedding
Tall and straight he sotod Proud to be standing there; In a gray vested suit, And long dark curly hair. Tall and slim she stood With a radiant face: Wearing a long white dress And veil of frill lace.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
60
Robert L. Laumeyer
Your Plan
You want perfection always You struggle and you plan. you know the past prepared you To do the best you can. You have but limited control Of what our life shall be. Many factors yet to come You can't control nor see.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
61
Robert L. Laumeyer
A Younger Me
Last night I met a younger me. I re-read my old poetry. Some of the lines, rang bright and true Better I fear than some of the new. I was filled with nostalgic pride; To see how hard the youth had tried. Oh! How well his thoughts ran through,
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
61
Robert L. Laumeyer
At Twenty
The world was made for me And not me made for it. If I wouldn't be, the world wouldn't be To me the world must fit. When I am no longer great Then this world shall be no more. All of it will disintegrate