Saddle Up Saloon: Anyone Can Poem

Chel Owens

Here she be: my guest post about poeming. I encourage everyone to mosey over and take a gander!

Carrot Ranch Literary Community

Well, howdy! My name’s Chel Owens and I’ve a small confession to make: I’m not much of a rancher. The closest I’ve gotten to a rodeo is watching “McLintock!” The closest I’ve gotten to a saloon is to use the bathroom at a bar during a road trip.

What do I know? Poetry. And -believe me- poetry is amazing. It’s clever, awful, silly, serious, snarky, sincere, and beautiful.

Take Ogden Nash:
The Termite

Some primal termite knocked on wood
And tasted it, and found it good!
And that is why your Cousin May
Fell through the parlor floor today.
(c/o allpoetry.com)

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Or, William Shakespeare, the master prose-smith:
Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests…

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27 thoughts on “Saddle Up Saloon: Anyone Can Poem”

          1. thanks, Chel; that’s comforting; anyhow I entered into the spirit of the thing; and btw I just noticed it’s you wearing that cowgirl outfit: as Rod Stewart would say, ‘you wear it well’ 🙂

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  4. Ahhhh the Ogden Nash one struck a chord…those little buggers are a problem here…think an eaten bottom of a boat…a safe with money turned to sawdust …neither of which were mine …the house was my son’s partners mums house think wooden Thai house and just recently they were behind one of my walls..gone now…dead..however, they are a problem…regular spraying has to be done and preventative methods employed or they love a chomp…Just saying…:)

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