Horse Age Poems

Part Two : The Tale of Artuir mac Aedan; The light of the West
(A tale of the hero of legend, a hero of Dalriada, who...

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Maybe we should do a rethink about spending to save,
If we are using all our credit on a roll of the dice,
And instead keep that...

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A tree in love

By the old road, before it meets a widened way
 in a nearby stands two trees close together
 we can see they...

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A sonnet

I sat on a stone fence, in flat agricultural 
landscape, trees been planted around farms
to protect from the North Westerly wind 
I had collected...

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He stood in front of the open door pacing upon down the fifth floor with hands rubbing into each other and eyes penetrating the hill....

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My childhood of the 1960's,
all those years ago,
feels like a Saturday in my
journey nostalgic.
The Cowsill's song "Flower Girl,"
their purity of song, of smiles.
A daydream streams,
of...

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Desire / Ability
Miracle Man
October 7, 2023

No amount of desire can ever trump my ability,
and void of ability I sit astride a stick horse.
At some point...

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Gott, oh mächtig, Trump iz on the warpath again!

Glad for birth write to express views
aware cunning linguists 
will apply figurative screws  
in an effort...

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I’m too old to live out these songs I sing.
There has been too much pumped into these veins.
But if you remember how I was back...

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George Washington Set Potus Precedent...no lie

trumped hill re: by a bill yon votes
and bridged tradition (Abe Lee) linkedin 
to present president; biden his time
trying to...

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his face has deep crevices like the grand canyon
I wonder how many ideas dwell in their recesses
blue eyes are alert, I can see his youth...

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If you want to darkness dump,
To in life take a long jump;
If you need a sounder base,
A crossing into new phase…

For who wants to rule...

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Charlie horse in my leg
ouch ouch ouch!
stand up straight
don’t slouch, slouch, slouch

arthritis in both ankles
feels like they are broke
every step is painful
sad to finally be...

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My father worked the land with
Both horse and tractor plough.
That family way of life is past,
We  are all city dwellers now.
My father and mother...

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I used to miss your touch, now your hands feel like claws

I used to melt in your stare, now your eyes come with bristles

I used...

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