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The Poetry of David Carlton

DC

Here is a poem I often use as an inscription inside of my autographed book covers.  Sometimes I use only a small portion.

Luck

by David Carlton

 

                        Keep your toes turned out,

                        And I'm wishing you luck

                        Cause sometimes the gentle ones,

                        Are just liable to buck

 

                        Keep a tight cinch

                        With a hand on the reins

                        Today's a little chancy,

                        And tomorrow's the same

 

                        The sun comes up,

                        And the sun goes down

                        If tomorrow we're lucky,

                        We'll go another round

 

                        I'm wishing you luck friend

                        In all that you do

                        May all your horses be gentle

                        And your sky's always blue

© David Carlton 2013

DC

I was wandering through a local Antique store recently, when I found a small basket of polished rocks. They were rocks of several colors, but most were earth toned in color. Shades of brown and gray were very dominant, but there was one rock in this little basket that caught my eye. It was about the diameter of a quarter, and was a beautiful dark shade of blue, and had patches of white. Though it wasn’t totally round in shape, it was close enough to remind me of some photographs of earth, taken during NASA space missions. Nature is really amazing, if we take the time to open our eyes.

Nature

 by David Carlton


    There are things in Nature that I don’t understand

    Like a little blue rock you can hold in your hand

 

    It’s a dark shade of blue with patches of white

    The color of oceans and clouds in sunlight

 

    It’s a simple little rock that comes from the ground

    But a beautiful part of Nature that someone has found

 

    Though this little rock is not diamonds or gold

    The simple beauties of nature, they never grow old

© David Carlton 2016

DC

Here is something that comes to mind every time I go to a grocery store these days.


With elevated beef prices, it is tempting for some ranchers to oversell. They are trying to take advantage of the market before prices fall. If the government will stay out of it, price and consumer demand will balance the books. If the US will restrict importation of South American beef, and give American Cattle producers the necessary time, they will supply our beef demands with good old American Beef.

 

4 Dollars A Pound

by David Carlton 

 

    The grass is green and the cattle are fat

    A cowman can be happy with conditions like that

 

    The market is up to 4 dollars a pound

    With prices like these new investors abound

 

    The elevated prices have reduced herd size

    But sooner or later you have to realize

 

    That you can’t sustain the current trend

    If you’re not retaining heifers to expand herd size

        again

 

    It’s the same old cycle that ranchers must heed

    While making some money, being careful of greed

 © David Carlton 2015

DC

February 8th is my Daddy’s birthday. Although he is no longer with us, I will always remember what a wonderful father he was. 

My Daddy

by David Carlton 


Half a hundred years ago

I remember as a kid

All the things that passed me by

And the things my daddy did

 

All night dances at Uncle Bill’s

The furniture in the yard

We played and ran until we dropped

We didn’t know that times were hard

 

I can still see Uncle Bill with mouth harp in hand

And a guitar on Daddy’s knee

With the oil lamps lit and cornmeal on the floor

They danced sometimes till past three

 

Daddy would lift us in those big loving arms

And place us gently on the back seat

A long ride home down long sandy roads

The memories are all so sweet

 

My daddy’s gone now to his Heaven on High

To be with others he loved

But my memories of him will always be strong

While he watches out for me from above..

 

I love you Daddy…

David

© David Carlton 2017

DC

I found this painting on Facebook last year. The painting is titled “Time for a Lil' Christmas on the Bayou” by Mickey Asche. He is a wonderful artist that does great work featuring South Louisana. Check him out when you get time. I have written the following poem, based upon motivation from this painting. I hope you enjoy.  Merry Christmas.

David Carlton

Cajun Christmas

by David Carlton


                    Christmas music on da bayou

                    By a zydeco band

                    Brings the Christmas Spirit

                    Throughout Cajun land

 

                    All dem little chilren

                    Da’s tucked in dair beds

                    With smells of Christmas gumbo

                    Dancing all tru dair heads

 

                    While out on da bayou

                    Old Santa’s making rounds

                    Delivern da presents

                    Where even reindeer would drown

 

                    He switched to his pirogue

                    An his alligator team

                    Up around Lafayette

                    To deliver chilrens dreams

 

                    It really don’t matter

                    Where little children are found

                    Santa has them included

                    In all his Christmas rounds

 

                    Joyeaux Noel et Bonne Annee!

                    (Noel joyfully and Happy New Year)

© David Carlton 2015

DC

There seems to be some discussion that comes up each year about tomato sandwiches. With that in mind, I wrote the following poem.

Definition: (ma’ter: southern slang work for tomato) 

Maters

by David Carlton

 

One more mater samitch

The dear old lady said

Without some maters on my plate

I just don’t feel I’m fed

 

I like em ripe right off the vine

So plump and scarlet red

A little mayo spread just right

On both slices of my bread

 

A little salt across the top

The dear old lady said

Without some maters once a day

I just don’t feel I’m fed

 © David Carlton 2010 

DC

Cowboy Prayer

by David Carlton


                Bless me Lord and the horse I’m on

                As we ride to meet the day

 

                We were both raised to do our best

                We know of no other way

 

                Protect us Lord from the many things

                That could go so very wrong

 

                Bless us both as we do our job

                We pray that you keep us strong

 

                But when that day comes that my life is done

                And this cowboy has breathed his last

 

                I pray that you have plans for my future

                And are forgiving about my past

 

                Amen

© David Carlton 2016


DC

A Well Earned Drink

by David Carlton


This poem was motivated by a painting by Tim Cox

titled "A Well Earned Drink".

               A well-earned drink on a hot dry day

               As the sun keeps comes pouring down

               Several miles through the brush and thorns

               As the cattle are moved around


               From California to the Sunshine State

               A cow horse is treated the same

               He does his job the best he can

               In failure he’s not to blame

 

               He’s earned respect for a job well done

               He’s a valuable part of a team

               He’s the mount we all dreamed about

               In our childish cowboy dreams


               So take a cool drink and catch you wind

               And take this time to rest

               Because a cowboy approaches each day

               By only saddling the best

© David Carlton 2016

DC

CowboyPoetry.com occasionally has an Art Spur challenge. Poets are asked to write a poem based upon their interpretation of the art work posted. Attached is an example of one of my postings. 

Adjustments

by David Carlton


"Making Adjustments" shawncameron.com  Oil 18x24

                        Old Bob has gained weight

                        From the oats he’s been fed

                        It’s time to make adjustments

                        For the work that’s ahead

 

                        So, I’ll pull up my cinch

                        As I step to the ground

                        That belly’s a problem

                        As both of us have found

 

                        When Bob was a colt

                        All bluster and buck

                        There ways day upon end

                        When I prayed for some luck

 

                        Bob has finally settled

                        Into a cow working fool

                        He’s not only my friend

                        But a hard working tool

 

                        So I’ll make some adjustment

                        As often as I can

                        And as a lover of horses

                        I’m sure you’ll understand

DC

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