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Details | Free verse | |

Passion And Shame Torment Him

otra vez,otra vez` I do, say and say again I am the rock star of the ring I risk my life again and again for fame, Some might think of my passion As just being poetic and practical Or simply culture or unethical However, nevertheless not when my life is on the line Stronger than a herd of Buffaloes Faster than the Speed of a race horse, He is now broken free of his corral A streak of fury, rushes me Despite my fear of dying, My main focus is to Take the bull down by its horn >> I looked deep into his eyes, I saw mingling of rage I carefully swung the cape, A taunt of furling red Aiming for its horns The crowd roars, while The old ladies sob for the bull The men cheers for Salvatore the Matador Nothing more stimulating than the ladies with the beautiful smiles The bull is going to die

Copyright © Annie Lander | Year Posted 2013

Details | Cowboy | |

Out Riding

I have seen,
Time and time again, our rise and fall
But not what passes between. 
However, my reflection stays the same. 
As I ride through the brush and green mesquite
Late in the evening. 

And while the sun goes,
Spilling the sights, and casting shadows far in their elongated flight
Jetting towards the night
High above and below alike, 
another day is reclaimed by the west. 

And, within that balance struck
from up on a horses back 
lies behind the creaking tack
a way, past the minutia.
A place, where nights and days fade 
for the fluid movements between them. 

And so, begins a subtle breeze
	I hadn't noticed it before it had already past me
As if a response to the sun-day's sending 
gleaming rings like tangerine
And facing the applause I pause to watch
the wind run fingers through the hairlike grass
A tender act, quite loving in fact
As if this moment they share
along with a deep sadness to part.

However, they must know that the spring cannot begin
without either of them both
and so the grass and wind promise to unite again 
when the time is right.

No fear of the night
and heedless of their most distant dreams
Deepest sleeps
or even faced with the stark differences their lives have seen
	To find each-other, no matter the cold
and never let go
	of knowing high hopes can lead
to things far larger than them both. 

	-And perhaps someday 
		So will I. 

Copyright © Trey Pearson | Year Posted 2016