Best Gallop Poems

Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine...

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Your feathered words arrive tickling my ears
The tip of your nose brushes
The back of my neck
My skin awakens

I have been calling you
Calling you back into...

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I dance upwards;
below me,
the waves slap the cliffs
and beat the rhythm.

Wind whipped clouds gallop
with flying manes
across the blue plain of the sky.

The wild geese resent
our...

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I want to ride a zebra

   and race the rays of radiance
       through heat-waves’ sailing gradients -

...

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Let us curry favor in dog star's
splendid laughing light 
bring the crash of passion's waves
through two arms held tight. 

I carry your wishes in love's
knapsack,...

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William Bonny AKA Billy The Kid
A Tale Of Billy The Kid
By Robert Gorelick

“Quien esta?”

Bang!  It’s over, 
you’re a legend now, 
Billy.

Born in Hell’s Kitchen...

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The End of Love

A secret grief rips apart all that was
Slaves to the sexual caresses of time
Stallions in black gallop gallantly in fields
Of spring full...

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Monet


Come with me, let us rekindle love –
walk with me over bridges aglow
while rivers magically glisten below.
If you hold my hand, 
perhaps, we might spy...

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I love to ride in morning breeze 
On paths surrounding forest trees 
To share the scent of pine fresh air 
Where fine mist lingers in...

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Do not
despair my friend,
there is still hope for a better world,
for us to make:
kinder,
nobler,
juster

for

I discern,
far on the horizon of time,
the dawning of a new era,
an...

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Don’t think me fragile, quick to break
No, don’t ever make that mistake
My warrior spirit’s deep and strong
I can avenge when faced with wrong
I am the...

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I’m sick of hearing from old Bill that I’m a whimpish sort of bloke,
Because I don’t care for rodeo’s and can’t relate to outback folk,
That...

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The desert knows me well, the night, the mounted men,
The battle and the sword, the paper and the pen.
- Al-Mutanabbi to Sayf ad-Dawla


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Sanddune ripples, 
air tears through sand.

Paralyzed
 ...

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I have always had a vivid imagination,
as a child, I could make up stories in my head;
then, I began to write them down on paper,
but...

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A robin's song is heard nearby, 
so faint and sweet is the sound.
Showing now it’s winter’s end.
For the baby birds will flap their wings
and cry...

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