Best Gallup Poems

The nights were long
and my days seem short
had to do something
so I left my port

A one-way ticket
on a greyhound bus
a compelling journey
inner feeling must trust

first...

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Written in summer of 1976.


I used to eat my lunch with groups
of businessmen from Campbell Soups.

We drank a drink at lunch each day
Of Coca-Cola mixed...

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As from his Book of Rules He read,
“Tsk-tsk tsk-tsk, St. Peter said.

So PICKED up I my bags and left
For that damnéd lower cleft.

I stomped away...

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I will not be dismissed as a dunce,
lumped together by Gallup or Luntz.
I will get out and vote
without need to emote
and defy every pollster for...

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some-tin-can-tan-man 
playing in the sand
with paper tigers
  a bear with many tentacles
red everywhere
	in the skies
  clouds streaming down
hispeed downsload online power lines
 ...

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Now who would of thought the thoughts that would truly get the mind lost in fragile thought?
 So much on our known life, 
about unknown...

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Walk along a fearfully tight rope sign a signature, 

Hate but love your job like a cast of a shadow of a doubt, 


Win a...

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THE PONY RIDE
I'm going for a pony ride
to gallup through the countryside
and if you'd like to ride with me
I'm sure there's bound to be
a pony...

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As I gallup my steed
amongst towering elm and snowy birch
jump hurdle like equestrian
over fallen cedar and trickleling brook
in urgency I ride return
bursts of wind the...

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Merman in a tide pool
Mermaid of my mind
 
Gallup me unicorn
Center my centaur
 
Mysticism in myth
Is it real?
Not now, but maybe before 
 
Once a...

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Shaped by and for wind
the free flowing mane
timetables share in 
the horses of the plain

Gallop trot sprint unfold  
climbing breezes oblivion 
stoney story is...

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I am now addicted to poetry soup.
Not because of its comments and
contest,but because of poetry's truth.
I enjoy sharing with you poetry's soup.
In a cold world...

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The equestrian climbs
atop the painted colt.
Avoiding a saddles restrictions
she rides the horse bareback
to combine their energies, 
making them as one.

The thoroughbred begins to trot.
Gradually increasing...

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Racing the dark from Albuquerque to Flagstaff
  old questions trailed behind me

The highway marked with broken dreams 
  of searchers long ago

As Gallup...

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