LPiA-23 Nov. 11
#1
Let's Pretend it's April - Nov. 11

Rules: Write a poem for LPiA on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a New Reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month, have written 30 poems for the month of November. (or one, or six, or fifteen) Prompts may be revisited at any time. All members are welcome.

Topic : Write a poem inspired by Cowboy Boots. Lots of leeway on this one!
Form : Any
Line requirements: Eight or more.

Feel free to reply with comments or kudos as you wish. 

Questions?
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#2
And For Other


Cowboy boots once had
a special purpose: heels
and arches iron-reinforced
for stirrups, peewee profile
fitting spurs, high sides
for breasting sagebrush.

Now they’re repurposed
as a statement, like
cowboys themselves.

Not unlike the neckerchief
bandana once affected
to protect the neck from sun
and chaffing wind
or (when raised) to save
a cowboy’s face from blowing sand

or recognition, much as
Congress-critters
when they set out to rob
entitle their Acts
...And For Other Purposes.
feedback award Non-practicing atheist
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#3
Big
Steps
Wide


                                               Real
                                              Swag
                                              Stride
                                                                  
                                                     

  Gun                                      Sun
 Goal                                      Soul
 Gifts                                     Tans
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
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#4
Boots with pointy toes
five inch heels and ornate leather
shit kickers for city slickers:
better they should wear
a crown of barbed wire,
the end of the open range
and the death of the cowboy.
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#5
we played cowboys and indians
once, imagining
the plume of smoke that rose behind the garden
to be from my brother's homestead -- i was john wayne,
wearing my father's boots, while he
played a barefoot comanche -- i suppose we predicted
the story of that film to come
ten, fifteen years later, even
down to the cries of the women we had to take in
every day, from behind the garden
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#6
Boots and Brass Skull Toes

I think I wore them twice
before you mice made nests in them.

I'll never figure
how you ever got comfortable
in those things.

Better you than me.

Just lay off
of my blue suede shoes.
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