Best Lassoing Poems

On a bicycle, freedom's flight
Pedaling 'cross the horizon
Reflections of blue in my sight
With dreams of lassoing the sun

A girl's spinning wheels leave the ground
On a bicycle, freedom's flight
O'er the treetops without a sound
Veils of darkness fall out of sight

Wishing in the morning star's light
Bright tomorrows,...

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When words are running rampant
You just have to rein them in.
By lassoing a few of them,
At least you can begin.

They’ll buck and kick and race around,
Defiantly at first, 
Especially the adjectives – 
You know that they’re the worst.

But once you calm them down and let
The...

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My friends are my family.
Except....they like me, they adore me, they say nice things about me.
My friends understand that in a writer's life, sometimes I ignore their
phone calls, their emails and their texts.
If my muse is on fire, I am not a good friend.

My friends...

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Peace and Love to You

Like the blazing rays of sunshine
Following the torrid rains,
You flashed into my life
Dissipating the darkness 
Of weary times—

Lassoing your rainbow,
I rode over the arch of delusion
And galloped down into the radiant
Bliss of life anew; dancing 
An ebony and ivory melody
Tried and...

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It sounded so cool,
coming from the master
wordsmith there on the cover
of "Poets and Writers".
didn't he look like he knew?
White hair and beard,
impeccable, black turtleneck,
coarse cloth overcoat,
turned out, casual and
desciplined.
More like mapping the magi or
apping the magus.
Maybe lassoing the ocean.
Ma, put the pin in Gina.
Look for...

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Cattlemen in the evening sky
Who have gone to their by and by
Have been seen now and again
By those considered special friends.

Ridin' the stars and ropin' the moon
Making it easy as they zoom
Only one in a million times they miss
They're lassoing is very crisp.

Each helps ...

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May sunshine and scattered showers
Countdown days and sleepless hours
Village maidens creep from their bowers
Meet amongst the meadow flowers

In a circle they skip and dance

Whilst chanting their love one's name
Enticing as moths to a flame
Each to another and all the same

Jethro, Saul, Piers and Lance.

As storm...

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Yesterday the mice had full reigns of the house
In every corner a set of beady eyes looked on
The rodeo of mice soon grew up to be a bad mouse
We tried lassoing them but all they do is spawn

Nothing could stop the womanizer to cease
We'd put...

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Tis the season, for"Love"....

The time of giving and caring

Peace on earth, and good will, to all of life!

To lay aside the swords, the spears, the guns

Embracing the hope of a tomorrow

Clear, from the sediments of today....

These fundamental rudiments, of compassion and mercy

Empathy, for everything that...

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Fiddle, Faddle, Fart,
     My brain is falling apart.


     Tweedle, Twaddle, Dee,
     Oh deary me!


     Fanny, Dango, and Flirt,
     What will go first?
 

  ...

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Garments

Opened the wardroom’s door, suits and jackets worn
so long looked like sad copies of me.
Gave all my clothes to the salvation army, which gave
them to people not unlike me.
Too much textile is a heavy burden one becomes and
snug in old suits losing interest in adventures.
I...

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Loneliness wears me from head to toe using

zipper teeth lengths of excruciating, debilitating 

months that are capable of choking all my hope.

I feel lifeless as I attempt transforming into a bright 

mood color with a sassy sash to influence an upbeat 

attitude capable of playfully...

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   oh, the so-sublime motion of your sway
 dressed in naught but the moon's wisps
sole fascination of the gods themselves
 should Valhalla ever hold the refinement
    to abide such flawlessly beguiling rhythm …

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I've spent my entire life avoiding
becoming a material man, the
tentacles of competition growing out
of my heart, fed by the springs of my
soul...

functioning as some mythical creature, lassoing 
and capturing passing ships of my environment,
controlling my reach of eternal sea – 

it is the disease of...

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Stretching my mind accross the dreamscape,
Trying desperatly to find an open door,
Where i can pluck my sane thoughts
From the whirlwind,
Tuck them safely back in again
Bloody knees and knuckles struggle up the mountainside
No ray of hope  to light my way 
As i fight thru the...

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