Best Pastured Poems

They pursued it with vigor, they pursued it with crass
They hunted with valor and hope
They proceeded with a dose of good Knightly sass
They chased it with tackle and rope

Now King Arthur declared in a boisterous voice
He was tired of the usual meats
And would now on...

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Fragile the stems numbered in their days
That dance in spring, in the falling rays
Above the hills weathered softly by a mist
When shone the first morning light of bliss.

That 'tween the thickets wild and coursing air
Sprouts a young sweet bud glimmering fair
Delicately clasped upon the sleeping...

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 Part 3

9th Delerium: Emptyness
Water wheels in wastelands... turning,
drowning relics in the slum
Rumpled rags of fashioned burlap... burning,
lit by bandits blind and dumb
Pastured prisons, ponies bridled ... yearning,
forest fairies under thumb
Sounds inside of cauldrons coughing... churning,
blaring bugles, tattooed drum

10th Delirium: Alienation
Rain unravelling, wistfully weeping... falling,
treacle...

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Soft, the powdery feet
Scamper now along the street
Blanketed in sleet

White socked windy feet
Stretched under winter's soft sheet
Of ice thin deceit

Soft now the winds bleat
And stagger through the cold wheat
All footprints delete

Sucking the clouds teat
The pastured winds softly bleat
Winter's flock is sleet

Bright sun has no heat
To...

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Now sometimes a person says I love you with the love of the Lord.  We are not sure whether it’s the love of the Lord because sometimes people have motives behind.  If you have lived long enough, you will realize that not everyone...

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They say he was the devil,
in whispers, not out loud—
the Brahma bull no one could ride,
his name was ol’ Black Cloud…

Many a cowboy mounted up,
an’ many a cowboy tried,
but the bull was like white lightnin’,
an’ a couple cowboys died.

Snortin’ an’ a slobberin’,
red-fire burnin’ in each...

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Bethlehem nights were far colder than the bright sunlit days,
  as creatures in the stable were taken out to graze.

The ox, the ass, the donkey, and the mule
  were pastured out to earn their keep
 in exchange for hay, fodder, and dried gruel
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I arrive early for the meeting.
Row upon row of chairs
face forward, like a flock of sheep, 
nose to tail, waiting for a shepherd.

My grandmother raised sheep,
cows, pigs, geese, and children.
Grandpa buckled under tuburcolosis,
leaving her seven kids to raise.
"Waste not, want not," served well
as a mantra...

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Yawning eyes, a window to my soul
Breathless whys, that follow into my eye-hole
Gradually fading into the mirror
Hurried air lifted me nearer
There I soar over a continuum of water
Dovetailed and coupled by a cotter
Lights are picture still
Appearance is resolved and real
A mirage flickers beneath
Temptation's will to...

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A Hundred Equine

Hot salty drops trickled into my mouth.
The sun had changed my brown flesh to bright red.
Reflected brilliance passed through squinting eyes.
Faint, I rested in shade eating sweetbread.

I lay my head on a smooth slab of stone.
Thinking.  Resting, in an ancient dwelling.
Dreaming in...

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You land that bare your baron hills and alabaster skies
Pastured fields of emerald green, the roman's left behind
Golden meadows stand arrayed, a tapestry unfolds
The air of medievel thoughts, a mystery of old
As I look yonder to the east a shepard tends his sheep
for you a...

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And the word flew forth from the parapet gleaning as it went
Flying through the history the sounding had been sent
Touching, rolling, reaching strong
It was matter, spoken song
Everything is made by words, the wise
Speak forth the words that mark the skies
Heaven sent, their words are bent...

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By Your mercy, Lord I’m secured
Your providence can’t be measured
You’ve placed me in a stable job
For my needs and for all my love
Divine protection is assured.

For transgressions, I know I’m cured
In God’s words, I graze - laid pastured
I’ve peace, hope and patience at prob 
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Even then, as herds of winds pastured on boundless water; -

Even then, as mountains began to shake, the earth cracked, and by the rough, sharp as swords blades of grass
various monsters started crawling - 

- Clouds, carefree clouds played on the sun. Delicate  babish...

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A Letter to Mr. Frost


I walked again with Mr. Frost
‘cross dew dampened lea
quietly gave thanks to him
just for inviting me.

I gazed at leaf and tree and limb
the beauty that he saw in them
resembling lovers, children, dreams
serenaded by clear pastured streams.

I skipped through fields
followed footprints bolder
down...

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