Best Maned 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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Every Day You Play
by Pablo Neruda
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Every day you play with Infinity’s rays.
Exquisite visitor, you arrive with the flowers and the...

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When young men meet with
inexplicably sudden and biting ends,
     not the whitewashed passing of those long in the tooth,
  ...

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I entered my dream amidst a lavender grassy plain
I realised looking up that the skies are not the same
Orange to yellow patterns as if in...

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I've always admired 
horses
and I guess I most surely 
always will
No legend without em' 
complete
The unsung heroes of 
any heroic battle

Pony, colt, filly or mare
ride...

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SONG OF THE EVENING

In a lullaby song of the evening.
In the background a cricket sings, 
corellas fly past, to their resting tree
high upon silhouette wings.

Red...

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Gift from God they called him, tall, lean and proud, the big iron 
hanging on his belt, had opened many a shroud. He rode an...

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June 8, 2015 
five fabulous fun footles



'FOTTIE' RHYME IN TIME  ©

It stands---
Commands
All walls---
A stall

Maned floors---
Plus doors
Large pen---
Closed men

Blank cards---
Locked yards
High stakes---
High takes

Watch out---
About
Alarms--- 
Gendarmes

Lock...

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Cryptic contours charade,
Rousing riverfront raid;
Young yonder years yielding,
Prosperous peace prancing;
Taunting tale telling trite,
Icon imprints invite,
Clever casting charm cites...


Minds merge mingling motives,
Embalm emergent edge;
Rising riches restive,
Lofty...

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Poems about Dogs

This Dog
by Rabindranath Tagore
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Each morning this dog,
who has become quite attached to me,
sits silently at my feet
until, gently...

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Dull, dank depressing Summer Solstice. A pretty chesnut pony ridden by a little girl on 

the pavement (sidewalk to our cousins across the Pond) wishing...

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Isolated and surrounded by her worst enemies
 The lioness fought hard, but  her fate was  sealed
"You're gonna die tonight kitty kat" one hyena...

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Here at bedtime
Droopy eyelids fall;
Dropping into limbo

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Sleepy hollow
Falling into void;
Soul journeys start

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Windy gust
Midnight street;
Empty of noise

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Lights out
Dark floods rest;
Sleep blankets

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Church pew
Solemn prayers;
God knows best

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By that...

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I stood from the foot sole of your eyes
And gleamed in secretly.
Your maned hair moves in the painted breeze:
Quietly, quietly, I hear you scream through...

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