Continuation Of Frontier Justice And From Courtesan To Cowgirl
Rovin Eyes
By La Belle Rouge
We traveled all over the West for years
that big, devilish cowboy and me
and you could fit into a baby’s shoe
all the things him and me didn’t see
Liked my whiskey straight from the bottle
and my strong lovin wild and sweet
and the one state I wouldn’t tolerate
was with any other woman to compete
Cause I was a one of a kind woman
and wouldn’t stand for no second place
Threatened if I ever caught him cheatin
I’d shoot the smile off that cowboy’s face
And then he’d laugh and say “Ah Belle,
you is all thunder and redheaded fire,
Suger you is too much woman for most
and you know you’re my only desire”
We rode into that lawless, dusty town
them whores was hangin out widows
at my fine man dirty talk yellin down
Guess it goes with a cowboy’s territory
but if they touched him I’d make em sorry
Then out of the corner of my eye I saw
him give a little wink to one called Fanny
I just let it go by but he’d better not try
to get too close to Fanny’s panties
I had a peacekeeper strapped to my thigh
and a knife slid down into my right boot
I was mean enough to make the devil cry
and I knew how to slice and to shoot
Fanny had better keep her distance
or her customers could find a new whore
Mess with my man, don’t give a good damn
Fanny’d find herself dead on the floor
Wow, Belle, you're knockout at these. You know what... I'd love to see you and Sage do a collab... your combined energies in this field of Western honest-dealing would be a total furnace!! Girl power or what??!!! Go you! But cowboys and saloon girls??!! Inseparable, I'd say! Still, you're more than a match for the pair of 'em combined! :)) I'd be happy spit-an'-polishin yer boots anytime!! xxx
TERRIFIC! I LOVED IT. WRITTEN WELL THIS PIECE HAS THE PHRASES, IMAGERY AND RHYME THAT MAKES THE COWBOY WESTERN ATMOSPHERE DEPICTED IN THIS POEM COME ALIVE AND GRAB THE READER FROM THE FIRST WORD TO VERY LAST AND I LIKED THE MUSIC. THANKS FOR SHARING AND GOD BLESS YOU.
JOYCE*HIS INSPIRATIONS
Reminds me of Loretta Lynn's song, You Ain't Woman Enough (To Take My Man). =] Ain't gonna mess with your man, La Belle, you pack a mean pen. Excellent write that captures the flavor of the Old West.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Goddess Love (Reader)
Reviewed on July 13, 2009
I see we have quite a writer this La Belle Rouge.
S L
That cowboy is a lucky one, that is, if he's a cowboy, because for the smell of him he seems to be a dirty old rascal with many tricks under his saddle! HeeHaaaaaaaawwwwwwww!
Story inspired by life of the author's great grandfather, a Black Cowboy who kidnapped his Native American bride after a cattle drive from Waco, TX to Dodge City, KS. Their story, him a master horseman and her a trained to be a healer with herbs and
In this collection of Western fiction, I’ve endeavored to bring the reader a little laughter at the expense of my characters, even though they are at times engaged in life threatening adventures. Learn to say something nice to all of your enemies l
Renowned Arizona lawman Jacob Golden is having terrible nightmares. He dreams he’s locked in a battle to the death with a demon from hell that consumes human flesh.
Golden’s a man who fears little, yet this haunting vision terrifies him to
Thanks for sharing
William
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
To get too close to Fanny’s panties "
What about the old saying
" I love you dearly I love you mighty
I love my PJS next to your nightie
But don't be mistaken or don't be mislead
I meant on the clothesline not in the bed "
Enjoyed your write
Have a great day
The Buzzard
Not a woman to be crossed. Great spin this and so well told; love it!
John
~W~
are numbered. My favorite lines:
Liked my whiskey straight from the bottle
and my strong lovin wild and sweet...
-gene.
JOYCE*HIS INSPIRATIONS
Be always safe,
Karen
Being busy and all...
Take Care! Hang In!
WRITE ON!
Blessings and Hugs, PassionateSHEE
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Too cool, would do the same thing, love Holly
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
S L
Edvard