Smokey is a published author and a native Texan. He was the keynote poet at the Texas Independence Festival and was voted 2014 Poet of the Year by the Grandbury Texas Independence Day Committee. He and his wife Suze live just south of Houston where he also works as a ranch hand at Habitat For Horses, a horse rescue ranch near Galveston.
Smokey Culver's book, A Wrap And A Hooey is available on Amazon. Here is the editorial review as it appears on Amazon:
"Smokey Culver grew up in Pasadena and Southeast Texas. He is a member of Academy of Western Artists and Western Music Association. You can find Smokey’s work in Cowboy Poetry Press, Houston Count courier, Habitat for Horses Website, Bar D Ranch, Poolville Post (Poolville, Texas), and he presented at the Texas Independence Day Celebration at the Courthouse in Granbury. He was also published in Unbridled (Cowboy Poetry Press). Smokey was also a Finalist in the 2014 NFR Cowboy Poetry Contest in Las Vegas, and he was named the 2013 Poet of the Year at the Texas Independence Day Celebration at the Courthouse in Granbury, Texas."
A cowgirl who was born into three generations of cattle ranchers in northern California, Teresa says, "The ranch has been gone for some years now, but it still lives and breathes in my blood. I love everything about the cowboy/cowgirl way of life. Everything I write, I have lived or know a lot about.”
After living a good part of her life in Montana and raising three children, Teresa has moved back to California and now lives outside of a small rodeo town. She is working on a poetry book and will have several poems published this fall.
A Cowgirl's Poetic Journey
By Teresa Parisi - Herrin
Teresa announced her column to the world on August 30th, 2014 as a guest on B.J Rickard's Internet radio show "Stall 13."
Click on the boot to listen to the interview and hear her read one of her poems titled "Her Silent Gaze."
"Cowboy Poetry" by Smokey Culver
"The Lonesome Cowboy"
An accomplished archer of national repute, Richard Womack has also written four novels about the Texas Rangers and countless cowboy poems. He currently lives in San Antonio.
Western Novels By Texas Author
Non Stop Action of The Texas Rangers
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Smokey has once again been written up for his efforts at Habitat For Horses. This was posted 03-01-15. Click the button below. I'll bet Paco is waiting to say 'Mornin y'all.
Poppa Mac (Geoff Mackay), is the founder and past president of The Canadian Rodeo Wranglers Association, and can be found working in rodeo arenas throughout Western Canada. In recent years, he has spent time entertaining rodeo audiences with his antics and stories as Poppa Mac the Rodeo Clown.
Poppa Mac has been entertaining audiences at trail rides, rodeos, cowboy churches, concerts and cowboy gatherings all over Western Canada and several States. His writing style reflects his outlook on life. Poppa Mac’s poems are written from his experiences and have an honesty that only someone who has lived the cowboy life could capture.
Poppa Mac is also a member of the following organizations:
•Licensed Cowboy Chaplain
(Cowboy Chaplains of America, Cowboys for Christ)
•Alberta Cowboy Poetry Association •Manitoba Cowboy Poets
His CD's and publications include the following:
•CD; Behind the Grease Paint (collection of Original Cowboy poetry) Released •CD; Fallen But Forgiven (Collection of Original Inspirational Cowboy Poetry, includes one classic)Released •Behind the Grease Paint, Outback Prince poems published on Cowboy Poetry Press •Behind the Grease Paint included in Unbridled poetry anthology •Book; “Biscuits, Beans & Cowboy Coffee” being published by Reddashboard Publishing company (Out Beginning of 2016).
David Hansford, also known as Two-Bit-Pete, makes his home in Fort Worth, and spends much of his spare time in the historic Fort Worth Stockyards. There, he and other like-minded members of a re-enactment group work to preserve, portray and “capture the spirit of the old west cowboy” as it was in the late 1800’s. Even though he is somewhat new to reciting in public, his comfortable style and dry humor make his cowboy poetry fun and entertaining. For the last two years David has presented classic and tradition cowboy poetry at events such as the Durango Cowboy Poetry Gathering, Cowboy Campfire Tales at the Fort Worth Stock Show and various Red Stegall events. He is also a regular performer at the Cowtown Opry in Fort Worth.
While David does not write or recite much of his own poetry, he has chosen to master the art of delivery in the character of Two-Bit-Pete, so while you might care to read the words if they are posted, it is suggested that you listen to the recorded presentations taken from his latest CD titled, “Cowboy Classics.” This is really the only way to appreciate this inspiring performer.
Written by S. Omar Barker - Recited by Two Bit Pete
Grab your copy of this new CD by messaging David on Facebook, or sending an e-mail to firstname.lastname@example.org or calling and leaving a message at 214-912-7221. The price is $17.64 which includes shipping.
Visit his website by clicking the logo.
Poppa Mac's has just released his fifth book titled
Stories from the M2 Ranch. According to Geoff, "it's a bunch of adventures occurring on the family ranch." It's available now on Amazon. Click the book cover to the right to see all of Geoff's books on Amazon.
A Poem From Richard Womack
Poppa Mac™ ©2015
Tales From My Side of The Chutes
Photo: Kirk Sides / Houston Chronicle
Getting More And More Famous Every Day
Smokey Culver Named Poet Laureate of Pasadena, Texas
Poetry From the Fence Post
by Greg Bade
He Has Risen
“For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, so that everyone who believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life. God did not send His Son into the world to condemn it, but to save it” (John 3:16-17).
On His way to Jerusalem
Jesus took his disciples aside
He told them he’d be arrested
They in turn sat and cried
He would be punished
For being whom he was
Tortured and crucified
For challenging their laws
But when Jesus arrived
He was greeted in song
People were singing hosanna
It lasted all day long
They lay palm branches
Underneath his feet
Celebrating His miracles
Up and down every street
Jesus visited the temple
Twice during the week
He prayed for Jerusalem
Eating with the tired and meek
They celebrated Passover
With one last feast
Even as he was being betrayed
By Judas and a priest
Jesus was arrested during the night
As His disciples turned away
So began Jesus’ trails
Which continued the next day
As the sun was rising Friday morning
Jesus was condemned to death
He was handed over to the Gentiles
Wasn’t long before his last breath
They mocked and beat Him
Adding a thorny crown
Nailed Him to a Cross
After He died, took Him down
They placed Jesus in a Tomb
Before the sun set on Friday
Placed a guard outside
To keep watch night and day
Before sun rise on Sunday
Mary went to the tomb
She wanted to prepare His body
Only found was an empty room
Then she heard a voice
And saw Jesus standing there
Next to see were the disciples
As an answer to their prayer
Jesus said I promised you
I would live again
Pierced side, hands, and feet
Were proof of His pain
Jesus paid for our sins
If we choose to believe
The chance of life eternal
Is ours to receive
Poppa Mac Inc.©2018
You might never have noticed me
As you traveled life’s many roads
I tend to take the less traveled path
While toting your heavy loads.
I come from humble stock you see
Born in a blacksmith’s shop
Some sweat, some iron and bits of dust
Not a place you would want to stop.
In my youth I was sturdy and very strong
Would yield only to forge and fire
Nailed securely to a horse’s hoof
I was an object to be admired.
But the glory days don’t last for long
The ground’s just dusty and rough
I’ve stepped in stuff I dare not name
A horseshoe’s life is tough.
Then to top it all off when I started to age
And show a little wear
I was cast aside to rust and die
With nary even a prayer.
But then a Samaritan happened along
To lend a helping hand
He lifted me up and dusted me off
He washed off all the sand.
He carried me off to his little shop
Where unspeakable things he will do
I’ll be cut and hammered, heated and bent
To be born again - better than new.
I’m totally at the mercy of this Samaritan man
He could make me to many things
A boot jack, a hat rack or just decorative art
Or perhaps a gift for a king.
But I’ve been made into a humble cross
A symbol of suffering and pain
I’m also a symbol of new life and hope
So please let me explain.
There are five of us in this symbolic cross
Five mysteries, five fingers, five toes
Five senses, five offerings, five stones and God’s grace
Five thousand fed with five loaves.
No matter your belief in horseshoe lore
Good luck or bad, up or down
Whether or not you believe in luck
You cannot hang it wrong.
So remember your teachings as you look at this cross
God's grace is for all freely given
No matter your struggles in this earthly life
There is a place for you in heaven.
A Horseshoe's Tale
~ Easter ~
Cowgirls love spring and Easter, for so many wonderful things
With calvin' season and celebratin' the promise that He lives, we sing!
Seeds we planted are beginnin' to sprout, and our hearts shout!
We are in love and one with our Savior, and to me, that's what it's all about
Even the cattle and horses seem to be prancin' and much more joyful
After a long cold winter, they welcome spring, and everyone is more playful
New straw hats and ropes are always a sign of Easter and spring
Round pens are in use again and we feel like we have everything
I was born an old soul and I surround myself with mostly simplicity
Too much concrete and not enough Bible, fill my soul with toxicity
Spring is, sweet Grandma in the garden and hangin' the wet laundry
Grandpa bein' a stinker, and not wantin' to go to church on Easter Sunday
Grandma would explain, that Jesus is pure love, and love can grow within us all
Not from any fancy material item, and warned us of it's many shortfalls
If you were to ask me, I would say, "that Easter is always the new beginnin' "
But I've got to go, church and Grandma are callin', so is spring fever, and after I'll go ridin'
~ Teresa Parisi-Herrin