Best Dismount Poems

Under the Christmas tree sits a nativity scene in the old town square. I sit on a rustic wood bench and reminisce on the stories...

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hanging in the air
humidity’s heaviness . . .
the river’s slow crawl


On the Mississippi lies the beautiful little city where I once lived. How many times...

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(after Edgar Allan Poe's "The Angel of the Odd")

It was a tidy day and I sat, replete, under vellux blankets.
Sadly, my tea was weak, the...

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Carpet layers have to be on the floor
Deep sea divers love to go down
Computer gamers can't seem to stop
Taxi drivers are all over town

A dentist...

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As I sit high on top of my mount holding my queens colors my armor has been tarnished from my queens enemies, as I dismount...

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I rode to power on a Midwest horse, 
Bearing amongst the feathers in my cap this terse brief 
from my broken people:
To lay waste to...

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[If you’re a glutton for punishment, you
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Shores of doom 
Needn’t engulf the space in your mind
Where without your will gloom
Can’t inhabit until faithless fleas and spiritual sleaze find

Room and space to...

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Ride, ride, ride thou figure from the East
In thy curse hath many a mother wept
On thy brow the furrows of distant steppes
Yield unto a steely...

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It seems I’ve traveled this path,
too many times to count.
A road which leads to nowhere,
mentally unable to dismount.

It was an easy route to follow,
for demands...

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William Branton has just run into camp as if the earth is falling away from his heels,
he has spotted a large cluster of Indians to...

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final dismount, final ride
pasture waits for dappled roan
girth mark of the lonely byways
lather from the battles flown
dew eyed weary, spinal backed
stumble step'd and nostril blown...

stirrup...

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 Gymnasts and Poets

Poetry writing, a practiced passion,
Gymnastics, practiced poetry in motion,
Choose your form with the first line.
Move quickly into the mood,
directly spoken, intimated,
free verse...

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Here, under the dead moon,
Under the twilight,
I write of my wife.
Where are you now,
Wearing robes of grandeur?

For you the synthesis
Of life and death
Has met at...

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Two faithful souls stand listless in the great big tower 
overlooking the stranded city that once stood tall
yearning for a quiet place to lay their...

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