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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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’...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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