One, two, buckle my shoe, a lesson to be learned;
Three, four, and so many more - times the world has turned.
Cross the laces, make some loops, feed the laces through;
Tighten them up and adjust - now you’ve tied your shoe.
A temper and impatience don’t suit a child so rare;
When blessed with a gift, treat him with respect and care.
One, two, buckle my shoe; a lesson to be learned;
Three, four, out the door, many times the world has turned.
Another pair of cowboy boots
beneath my bed
banishing dreams of
a permanent man
right out of my head
They call me a buckle-bunny
but that sets too low the bar
for at the end of the night
I take home the rodeo star
He rides wild horses
and even wilder bulls
I lap him up by the mouthfuls
Lust curls in my belly
when I spy the champion buckle
his laughter is sweet as the honeysuckle
An aging buckle-bunny is what I see
until the next cowboy smiles at me
I must face my foes,
Many will attack!
A shield for the throes,
So I don't shrink back.
In order to stand,
One thing stands apart,
Truth must form its band,
So God does His part.
Who reigns in your heart,
Is it many or One?
Will strength from Black Art,
Last in the long run?
Fasten His truth belt,
Tightly 'round your waist.
Your courage won't melt,
When the foe is faced.
The Lord delivers,
Those loyal to Him.
His voice brings shivers,
He's stronger than them.
His truth at your core,
His armor now wear,
Your strength He'll restore.
Success in Warfare!
With truth, Buckle Up!
Hell's attack is here,
His truth to breakup-
End-times in high gear.
Buckle up Buttercup for there is so much going on
The year 2020 has been more than ridiculous, and I do not fawn.
We have never had a Presidential Election go on past the first night.
This one may go beyond this week. The stress is out of sight.
2020 has been the looniest, strangest year we ever have seen.
Black Lives Matter has brought us truths we do not find very keen.
Hurricane not as worrisome as division of USA which used to never be.
I am frightened by the potential violence, I can almost plainly see.
Halloween was cancelled for the pandemic has ruined most of our fun.
If anything else gets thrown this way, I am going to run!
Such a crazy time, blue moon or no blue moon, and that’s a fact.
We have to be unified, and peaceful, so we can get our country back.
Does it make you chuckle
or even cause your knees to buckle
Does it make you snicker
or help your day go quicker
Does it leave you with a smile
for a little or a long, long while
Just how wide is your grin
wide enough for a double chin
Have you really laughed out loud
then of my limerick I can be proud
Somewhere deep inside our souls.
We know who sits at the controls.
And that from the very beginning.
With God we knew we would be winning.
So now we're left to let you go.
To be with him, with faith we know.
That you have done all that was needed.
There's no need for it to be repeated.
And now we're left to hope and pray.
That we'll see you again someday.
And with that faith deep in our souls.
We know who sits at the controls.
P.S. This is why I hate, yes, hate contests on poetrysoup. This contest is already closed and after I took the time to, and put the effort into writing one for it. Thanks alot. :/
John Wayne rode across the screen
And was able to beat the bad guys no matter how mean
Look at Red River as a movie about a cattle drive
With Wayne the trail boss so alive
This movie was one of his best
And for his Westerns made above the rest
If you look closely he always wore the Red River belt buckle aloud
Given to him by Howard Hawks who directed the Red River so proud
And look at the wanted posters in the Sheriff offices closely
You will see Hondo and his other characters mostly
So next time you are enjoying these movies now
Look for these things showing your know how.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Place where they have a lot of nerve;
Should surely see the way they curve;
My big buckle,
Said knuckle;
They do it with much vive and verve.
Jim Nada Cantata Horn
We should wrote a poem about
Parlous Vaux cantata.
She dances to the rhythm at a place where cowboys gather
She dances in the evening and in the afternoon
She's got no place she'd rather be and that's a wonderous thing
She knows a thousand tunes at the Buckle Up Saloon.
She looked for fame and fortune in a place called New York City
The price of fame was high and the friendly folks were few
Took a train ride back to Texas where some folks still ride horses
And thought about the cowboy who hoped she'd say "I do"
Well,she plays a lonely guitar and she sings of love and loss
And wonders where he calls home and if he's gone for good
While she thinks about the music and the memories he left -
Sings about the days gone by and hopes he understood
She dances to the rhythm at a place where cowboys gather
She dances in the evening and in the afternoon
She's got no place she'd rather be and that's a wonderous thing
She knows a thousand tunes at the Buckle Up Saloon
4-16-18
I may always appear like a shiny new buckle
gleaming in the morning sun,
freshly polished and ready to face the day
There is a side to me that very few see or even know -
the scared, tarnished soul afraid to allow,
too dark to dwell on
and to bright to see!
But now the buckle has lost its lustre
so bored of playing games and exhausted of the endless vanities of others!
I want forever to feel the light of every constellation beaming down on me -
the universal light of love and lust that is freely given without the need for negotiation, compromisation, deterioration...
Copyright Deon J.H. Burger 2014
VAROOOM!! Listen to my honey purr.
Better to me than being wrapped in fur.
Come take a look at my 77' Corvette,
worth every penny tho' now I'm in debt.
She sits on a very sturdy C-2 chassis.
I love the way she makes me feel classy.
Brand new rims made of finest chrome,
staying clean, kept in my garage at home.
She gets attention from the opposite sex.
Here's my cute neighbor. "Hi there, Dex.
Take a look at what's under her hood."
"Whew," he whistled. "Sure lookin' good."
I didn't know if he meant the vette or me
with her 350 engine, I couldn't disagree.
Maybe it was her paint job he liked best,
Black Rose Metallic, he'd already guessed.
Dex told me he had one, an exact match.
I smiled knowing I'd hauled in my catch.
He asked if he could take us for a drive.
"Buckle up, Baby, I wanna keep you alive."
We slid across her seats of black leather,
Lookin' so fine, cruisin' 'round together.
My sweet vette was worth all the money.
Got Dex to notice me. Now he's my honey.
December 4th 2015
For Women Only~Car Contest
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer
Baby baby baby you are sugar sweet
You think some lovin will make you complete
You believe all those shows on romance
Baby buckle up your heart for you don't stand a chance
Love is a bumpy ride because it takes two
For some love is just for fun and never true
Boys will be boys and men are men
They say anything for love to pleasure them
You may feel it's real but they be on their way
You fell in love but to them it was only play
Love has it's ups but it will leave you down
Don't turn that sweet smile into a frown
Buckle up your heart love is a bumpy ride
Paradise beautiful has an other side
Understand with love you'll kiss some frogs
So with your love be stingy not a hog
Buckle up your heart so it won't break
Love is a bumpy ride there'll be mistakes
Before you jump in put on those brakes
Buckle up your heart it's okay to wait
Baby baby baby you are sugar sweet
Pride in yourself makes you complete
Love will be found in just living
It's not just taking it's in giving
To whom does he smile at
With a tip-top approbation of doggedness
Neglecting the pleasure of the period?
To whom does he cheer
With a reverberating extant sound?
Nobody but he who buckles down
One man one woman
Upon a horse they did ride
Till off it she slid
Star buckle beauty
Holding my pants up
Wonderful design
Gorgeous and awesome
Compares like none seen
Envied by many men
Buckle is loved
By near everyone
Shiny silver buckle
A star attraction
Never will I part
From my beautiful
Star buckle wonder
Russell Sivey
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