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."
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"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.
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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
Under comforting blankets of this year's cold winter weather
Surrounded by majestic painted snow top mountains
Sitting on natural green fields of pure delightful treasure
Is this one barn, that us locals all know and dearly love
It's become very famous, as it reaches across the world
There are poems and photos, that most think very highly of
It's our past, present, and we fight everyday for the future
Lovingly painted once a year with only these three colors
It's the landmark for many, and only the graffiti gains rumors
It's the love in us that keeps it so true, not the red white or blue
They are colors to be recognized, and attracts all with a heart
Songs of pride, glory and struggle, are within our memories view
We've made it romantic, these four walls holding nothing but paint
Something study and something good, to pass by with gratitude
Representing the strong part of us, not for any that feel faint
Soon we'll hear sweet sounds of spring, and the snow melt again
Full of new life, and wild animals come out to feel the sunshine
A new diamond in the rough; beginnings with no reason to detain
The old is keeping the new constantly refreshed with every breath
The wind blows through, and gathers priceless knowledge that lasts
Love carries it to you and me, which we carry even to our death
Yes. There could be, and are many tears of cheer and fear
The pieces we always pick up, and find a way to mend and forgive
We all know life's not fair; there's not a soul without a single tear
Though the lucky ones, we sing despite the trials we may have
That's why the American Cowboy is so loved with great pride
We practice the basics on a daily basis, and the cows will soon calf
The Farmers fields will thrive in the welcomed warm sun
And yes, the rich soil is almost ready for replanting, almost anything
The kids will play barefooted, and be kids another spring full of fun
So...please enjoy this photo and poem of our landmark barn
May you feel the pride and love as we constantly do
And they bring you back round again, like grandma's spinning yarn
Poem and Photo by: Teresa Parisi-Herrin
Barn Located: Madera, California
Bo can’t what for spring break
For he just turned the big 10
Old enough for rodeo camp
Will never ride sheep again
He’s gonna ride junior steers
But first needs to learn how
Bought vest glove and rope
Just waitin for a helmet now
His chaps and spurs are packed
It’s off the camp he goes
Where he’ll learn that riding
Is more than about cool clothes
Pros will teach em technique
On how to stay hang on tight
Even if they fall or jump off
There’s ways of doing it right
He’ll learn about Judges
The stuff they’ll lookin to score
Even bout us rodeo clowns
And exactly what we’re for
Bo will get on some steers
Hopefully ride one or two
Have a better understanding
What it takes to make it through
Will mark a new beginning
Of Bo’s Rodeo career
Soon he’ll be a Bull rider
Thrilling crowds far and near
Poppa Mac™ ©2015
Tales From My Side of The Chutes
Junior Steers and Riding Camp
I wish you could see the first morning humming bird darting from flower to flower
Gathering the invisible nectar and doing its life's work
And the cautious and totally soft steps of the doe and her two spotted fawns
as they cross the clearing in the trees and disappear into the thick underbrush
And the squirrels as they move from limb to limb making the branches sway violently
as their plump bodies make a less than graceful landing on the next branch
And the first red cardinal perched on the taut top strand of the barbed wire fence
And the wren doing acrobatic maneuvers ... dancing with a morning moth
And the dragon flies as they delicately swoop down and place a dimple on the surface
of the water on the pond
And the cottontail quietly nibbling whatever it is cottontails nibble
Watchful but confident that nothing will interfere with breakfast
Slowly moving along the bottom of the fence line
And the last sound of the tree frogs
Saying goodbye to the evening in the few brief moments before sunrise.
I wish you could experience my morning and see it the way I see it . . .
The beginning of a new day . . . filled with new possibilities, new thoughts and new discoveries.
I wish we could share a morning from the rocker on my back porch
. . . . just once.
I never knew my grandpa. He died before I was born, so he never knew me either, but I like to think about him and the good times
we might have had. I like to think he might have thought about me too, his grandson. I like to think that if he was a poet, he might have written something like this.
I wish you could see the morning from the rocker on my back porch.
I wish you could hear the tingling in your ears of the absolute silence.
I wish you could feel the complete stillness of the pre-dawn air.
I wish you could smell the freshly cut grass as it lays piled on the ground from yesterday's cutting.
I wish you could see the sunlight as it touches the tips of the leaves on the mighty Blackjack trees.
And hear the calling of the morning crows
And smell the sweet wisp of the pungent purple sage.