Friday, September 21, 2012

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MPDisplay Poem: Rodeo/Bronco drawing


Her cowboy was outside pacin'
While her mind was cold and racin'
The subject she was facin'
Was one she could NEVER win......
It was the rodeo that owned him

And it made her chances less than slim

If you've ever loved a cowboy
BEWARE! His love you will destroy
For a competitor's heart can't be beat
It spurs him on beyond love or sleep
The crowds are those who own him
The bulls, the broncs, the beating heart
All feed his needs as he plays his part

Cu' z once that chute has opened

Be it bull-ridin', broncs, or ropin'
His heart is blown wide open
From silver-tipped boots, to chaps and stetson brim,
The sun it is a-beat in,' his rope's pulled tight and he's dug in
The only music to his ears is the roar of the mighty crowd!
Just do yourself a favor, step back and try to savor
The madness that drives him on...
This could drive anybody crazy, but
 A cowboy he ain't lazy
All else to him is hazy
To live the life of a warrior
No matter what's in store!

Drawing & Poem: by Gloria Ford
Published Mountain Poets Display 09-21-12
© all rights reserved by Author/Artist

Gloria Ford is a retired and writes and draws in her spar- time from home.
She is married and cares for her 3 loving Aussies She made the vote for the "K 9" Hero  Dog
of the Year Award 20-12 in New York. This is something she takes great pride in achieving.
She is also, an activist for animal  rights. and member  of the
 Mountain Poets Display family on Facebook      

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Monday, February 6, 2012

MPDisplay Poem: Coal Miners Plight

Coal miners Plight

When I was young, I knew this man

Quiet as he was, in most of his ways

He dreamed!

Though trapped in a land of coal fields

And hard times

He refused to give into the pain

Of  his reality!

He just dreamed anyway, often seeing

Himself far away from deep mines

And stripped hills

In places more beautiful; under circumstances 


Sometimes, it seemed to me

Wishing on a star aged the man early in life

Beyond years granted, as did working

In the lowest seams of coal 


Though the lines upon his face and hands

And the sparkle within his eyes, and smile

His story could be told 

If study was taken

One of misfortune mingled with hope of future

For if he could not overcome his plight in life

Then his dream, was someday in time

His children would!

And in that time, his loss in life would be his gain

In Heaven!

© by: Floyd Jett
In honor of my Dad
The Breathitt Advocate
Published :08-27-09 
Trials and Tribulations Column
© all rights reserved by Author 
Rest in peace Dad
Battle of Blair Mt,

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Monday, January 30, 2012

MPDisplay Poem: King On Main

King On Main

Though the glass I saw myself today

Standing on the corner of Hazard's main

In the mist of slight lightening and rain

Though cloudy and grey as the day truly was

I still looked as a king smoking a Marlboro

Could it be for a moment in time I was ?

"A King !"

No it was only visions though mind

Just wishful thoughts, same place, different time

When I was free and life seemed easy

Like words from an old Seger tune

Which say

Sometimes even now when I feel alone and beat

I drift back in time and I find my feet

Down on main street

written by Floyd Jett 02-03-08
rewritten &and published 05-20-2010
Breathitt Advocate
Trials and Tribulation Column
©All rights reserved by Author