The Shadows


Paxton Rodriguez gave me this cool picture of him on his Grandpa Roy Rodriguez’s barn beside a picture of Roy roping one in his prime….Couldn’t resist giving it words…..Hope you like it Paxton…..wicked cool pic!!!PT

The Shadows

There is a rite of passage
That every young man knows
They step into their own light
Put on their Father’s clothes

Tradition and the knowledge
That others rode this way
Carved a life and made a mark
As morning changed to day

Caught there in the shadows
Are those who came before
To leave behind a standard
Bold stories become lore

Their life a bold collection
Of those who made the ride
And gave to them a legacy
Then handed off with pride

And sometimes in the shadows
You see them side by side
The elders hand the reins off
And youngsters make life’s ride

PT Muldoon © 2017


All Cattle and Some Hat


Some pictures just beg me to write one to go with em. One of my favorite people in the world….his Dad is a treasured friend and watching him make a hand before my eyes makes me proud to know him….This ones all you Mr. Preston!! I love the pic, hope you like the words!!PT

All Cattle and Some Hat

Born to handle livestock well
He’s all cattle with some hat
The first to step into the task
His cow’s are slick and fat

The lessons he’s been given
Handed down across the time
By men who earned their living
Holding livestock tight to line

In a world that’s ever changing
It’s good that some things stay
Like kid’s who love the lifestyle
As they learn the cowboy way

There’s those who try to fake it
Pretending they’re all that
Until they meet the real deal
Who’s earned his cowboy hat

He’s handy when its needed
And quiet round the stock
When he throws a loop out
His aim is solid as a rock

Someday when he is all grown up
With traditions taught and learned
He will carry on a long strong line
And pass on the skills he earned

PT Muldoon ©2017

The Run

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Over the years Tiggs and I have taken a run at catching a whitetail in our loop. They are quick and we have always gotten outrun….until tonight!!! Sometimes everything just lines up and you get a really cool moment and the story of a lifetime!!! Guess the angels thought we were due one tonight!!! Wrote a little verse to commemorate the occasion. PT

The Run

I headed out on Tigger
To take our evening ride
And Stella there beside us
To watch the sun subside

I packed my trusty practice rope
In case we got the chance
To try and catch a whitetail
And do a victory dance

The rope is made to breakaway
So no one gets tied up
Been dreaming of this evening
Since I was just a pup

And there along the cornrows
I built a big old loop
Where Stella ventures deeply
And makes the whitetail whoop

And far into the rows I heard
The cracking as they go
The first one had a big old rack
The second was a doe

That third one was a little girl
She didn’t come too quick
I tossed the big old loop out
And somehow it would stick

And when she hit the slack out
That Honda did it’s job
And let that deer run freely
To join its waiting mob

I’ve waited twenty years for this
And prayed we’d get our chance
To dab a loop on whitetail deer
And take one victory dance

It wasn’t speed or skillful hand
That got it finally done
Just Stella and old Tigger
Setting up the perfect run

PT Muldoon ©2017

You Don’t Owe Me Nothing


Coming up on a year since my Dad crossed over and I thought I’d pen a new one that’s been rattling around in my brain for a while. You don’t owe me nothing was a phrase I heard so many times in my life from my Dad that I simply lost count. Whenever he’d do a little job he’d sign his name and put the date so I literally can look in a million places on the farm and see his signature and remember working beside my Dad. Kinda cool when you think about it….I never stopped to think about all the things he taught me to do over the years but it’d be easier to think of the ones he didn’t which were few. Whenever something breaks I secretly thank him when I can go get a part and rebuild it myself. So this one goes to all the folks out there who had the privilege of having an awesome Father who taught us the skills now our own. PT

You Don’t Owe Me Nothing

You don’t owe me nothing
I’d heard my Father say
This help is offered freely
There’s not a price to pay

I thought about his wording
The start he’d offered up
Guidance and the kindness
He gave to this young pup

I thought about his service
His time in that great war
The friends he lost in battle
Guarding freedom’s door

I thought of all the teaching
To help me make a hand
The gentle clear instruction
As this boy became a man

I thought of all the money
My careless style did waste
All the wrecks and damage
Caused by youth and haste

I thought of all his patience
Encouragement and praise
Nights that he spent sleepless
With His two kids to raise

I thought of all the moments
A lesser man would quit
But he just kept on carving
Until this peg would fit

You don’t owe me nothing
Could not be more untrue
For every task accomplished
Well Pops they’re due to you

PT Muldoon ©2017

Fifty Five


My sister Tina Doyle surprised me with an awesome birthday poem….had me literally in stitches so I decided to write my own humorous one in the spirit of something a little more lighthearted….as my Mom at my birthday lunch asked me “do you ever write any happy ones?” So here it is in honor of the awesome birthday weekend and in the spirit of a something a bit lighter….sorry about the bad word at the end Mom but you know how I am…. it kinda just popped out!!!PT

Fifty Five

It came on kind of sudden
This double nickel day
I tried my best to duck it
But God said “son no way”

Been ridden kinda ragged
Then put up kinda wet
So making it past fifty
Was not the safest bet

So now that I’m much older
I guess I’ll give the chance
To taking better care of
The man who wears my pants

Perhaps I’ll eat more veggies
And start some exercise
Before this fog of aging
Dims up my old brown eyes

I spent life running horses
And speeding hot rod cars
So risk was kinda given
I earned my box of scars

But sixty’s the new twenty
And I’m just warming up
So skip the metamusil
There’s bourbon in my cup

I won’t be going slower
My foot’s hard on the gas
Those who bet against me
Can kiss my ancient ass

PT Muldoon ©2017

Requiem For A Guitar Man


In this journey of life some people touch me in ways I cannot fully explain…their spirit moves me and they become part of my tribe forever. Gary Joseph Modlinski was one of those people…a lifelong friend I met as a young man in grade school. We remained friends across the great span of time and his love for life and music was like a lighthouse to me…. always constant. Gary encouraged my writing and I encouraged his music and we kept going a friendship that would span more than 40 years. We lost Gary this past weekend and I felt compelled to mark that occasion…. and in some small way to honor his life’s journey with my words….he was a consummate musician and he loved to share that with all of his friends…at his core he was a man who knew where he came from and was deeply proud of his roots and his faith and his circle of friends. So this one’s for you my good friend…I wish we could have put some music to it together… but for now words alone will have to suffice…much love…PT

Requiem For A Guitar Man

I listened as he touched the strings
Then heard his guitar’s engine roar
He made us all stand up and sing
Hands and lighters begged for more

Gary told his tales in blazing rifs
He practiced every single chance
Then took us to imagined cliffs
As rhythm freed our souls to dance

He made us feel, those driving jars
Strings woke hidden heart’s desires
On stage in darkened smoky bars
Where the music lit ancestral fires

He was a man who played it loud
Then touched us all as he passed by
And now his stage there in the clouds
To lift our hearts and help tears dry

Gifts bestowed at birth by God
By his choice he made them sweet
As life passed time upon earth’s sod
Until one day where angels meet

My friend for life he was to me
A treasured spirit’s gentle soul
Now my friend your heart is free
The angels hear your rock and roll

PT Muldoon ©2017

Faded Fame


The beauty of not being a commercial writer is that I get to write whatever I want however I want to with no filter whatsoever applied to my work by others….I wrote this one this weekend after reading about yet another famous life that ended far too early in the whirlwind of commercial success.

Perhaps Bill Murray had it right when he said: I always want to say to people who want to be rich and famous: ‘try being rich first’. See if that doesn’t cover most of it. There’s not much downside to being rich, other than paying taxes and having your relatives ask you for money. But when you become famous, you end up with a 24-hour job.

Hope you guys like the poem. PT
Faded Fame

Couldn’t stand the spotlight any longer
Life’s path just kept weaving side to side
Couldn’t keep pretending pain don’t matter
Caught out alone on this terminal last ride

Maybe disappearing held his answer
Only death could stop the searing pain
Caught up in life’s storm without a shelter
Just a lonely soul against the driving rain

All the roads that lead to fame and glory
Faded hard with darkened price to pay
And in the end what’s left just sordid story
A soul who flew too high and lost his way

Fame was like the roses in the garden
Here but for a moment then they fade
Hearts too close to fire wilt and harden
Hardly worth the price tag that was paid

Alone upon the stage we’re all just actors
Trying hard to make illusions we hold real
Powerless from all life’s twists and factors
Attempting to stay true as dreams reveal

Time and memory color what will matter
Heading down this trail towards our close
Everything of beauty will someday shatter
As fame dies like the wilting of the rose

Maybe one great memory in the making
All these shattered lives who told their tale
As many souls in pieces faced the breaking
Like ships lost far too soon after they set sail

PT Muldoon ©2017

Rodriguez Line


A while back I was blessed to have some time to sit with my friend and neighbor Roy Rodriguez, Raul N Polly Rodriguez‘s Dad. Roy is one of those people who always leaves you glad you got to talk. It was a great Sunday afternoon and he took the time to tell me about his family, especially his Dad who came to Michigan from Cotulla, Texas to find good paying work and a better chance at the American dream for his kids. I started working on this one that day and finally came back and finished it. Found a really cool picture on Mindy Rodriguez-Fetzer‘s page of Roy aboard his horse with a rope in his hand…. I love when words match up to a picture….Hope you guys like the poem!!!PT

Rodriguez Line

Just a small Texas town named Cotulla
Where the roots of one family were born
Learning ethic through work around cattle
And the sweet art of true loops finding horns

They started where the water was precious
Moving north to this land lush and green
From a ranch that was measured in sections
To small town where just concrete was seen

Here at the fairgrounds he kept a good horse
As he quietly practiced fine skills with his rope
To pass on a love for the land and the chance
To work at his living filling children with hope

His son Roy built a place just outside of our town
Where herds of his cattle and horses grew fine
And those ponies they bred there became legend
Raised up and trained well in the Rodriguez line

What started quite small in a town called Cotulla
Like most dreams are born in the heart of a man
And the line that it built lead to all who would follow
An American story of those who do all that they can

Time will remember the way from beginnings
This story rolls clear across stretches of time
Of men and of women who followed a dream
And built the foundation of the Rodriguez line

PT Muldoon 2017

K9 Friends


Friend of mine is facing a pretty rough patch in his life as his dog was diagnosed with bone cancer and is not expected to survive it. Made me think about all the awesome dogs I’ve had and how much joy they have added to my life. Wrote this short verse this afternoon for everyone who’s ever had really cool dog and known the incredible level of unconditional love they offer up. PT

K9 Friends

They give amazing moments
That bring full hearts to bear
Perhaps to share the journey
Or just soothe by being there

We gather them across this life
Some are timid, brave and bold
In the hope they’ll be beside us
When our lives grow grey and old

Their spirit brings a special love
With smile they stir our hearts
Then fill our lives with meaning
As they play their special parts

And each are true and special
All these loyal canine friends
That make our lives much better
With this love that never ends

PT Muldoon 2017

Black and Grey


Here’s one I’ve been working for a while…finally kind of finished itself. I love all my connections on here because I think sometimes we get to know people we never would in our ordinary life…I like that people in New York who have never been where I have can read my words and find a common ground and in some small way two very different people find a sort of friendship. I have seen a fair piece of the world in my life and what strikes me most is that we have a lot more in common then we’d like to believe….maybe by getting to hear each others stories we will be reminded of that…..we all just want our lives to matter and for our songs to be heard…pretty cool when you think about it that way. Love and Light my friends.PT

Black and Grey

Inside the pain and sorrow
Spelled out just like a song
Written bold in ink on flesh
To make a right from wrong

Everybody knows the drill
Some better than the rest
Of some fork in a crossroad
Where life fell short of best

And spelled out in a story
Inked with black and grey
Trying to make peace with
A chance that slipped away

Perhaps it was a lost love
Or a family that broke free
Maybe it was just that loss
One chance that cannot be

We all live with our sorrows
And seek to make them right
Some write it to remind em
Try and document their fight

The gentle peace of knowing
That others heard their song
Written out in black and grey
To try and right what’s wrong

PT Muldoon ©2017