Horse Ballade Poems

They called him "the Wilderside" Love Wilder.
He stood before a bucket of milk
and it curdled!
He soured sugar.
He put his toe in the pond
and it turned...

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the outrage caused her to curse and lie.
She told her people of the story of
the sycamore Gap Tree: near
Hadrian's Wall. The stems that grows largest...

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We are not going to recreate Wrestling in this jerks image! It's was said at a press conference. Look he's unified Twenty independents and he's...

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They walked around the pond
speaking of the beautiful lotes
she told a story of someone From her youth
about the legend of "Apache Tears"
a man who cried...

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A philly steak style ribeye
shved thin. stir fried with onion 
,garlic, and mushrooms.
Mixed with a mixture of
cream cheese, pareseam cheese
and smoked swiss.
Served on a spinach...

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Contrasting and full of range.
He featured styles that were
 in tuned to her octaves.
She wished him to shine to
show a world her discussion making
abilities. She...

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In walked the Redeyed Stranger


Bragging: he used an excessive amount of
bagging gestures and words. He was told by
his handler to tune down the rhetoric, as...

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the combination of bought a realistic
view to what was going on.
one slip of the tougne one slip of the tonungue
would bring two opposing side together
one...

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during the Eves of festival
a broad shouldered man
came into or near
the Layer were Witches were said to dwell
He came there to challenge
the Goblin who made
pots...

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A world apart from whats
normal
prehaps it's the whats then
between the first and last
time folks gossiped
the world a were witches meet
a place were withches worship
things these...

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We heard that she and he were
together.
If this man knew what we know.
Maybe he'd stop to think things over.
Now he nelived that she was married...

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Those directions that lead to the opposite of end,
riding those chosen ways just around the bend.
The deja vu of unsolved issue in mystery,
the rooting out...

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I think of a place Canada
I dream of a destination Canada
I have silver shelter because
My horse prize is your tour
Tag to your cultural bliss

I think...

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As lightening strikes the canyon walls
and eagles give a haunting call,
there comes a mighty sound;
With dancing hooves that seem too small
he prances, standing proud and...

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© 2009 (Jim Sularz)

Quiet mounds of yellowed tailings and dead weeds whisper low.
And proud rusting relics telling tales of striking gold.
The rush from East, from...

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