Best Reining Poems

IN THE RAINBOW OF REINING JUSTICE 

Red is the flowing blood of liberation;
Black is the blood that flows from arteries
of those systematically murdered and
denied justice...

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IRISH SMILE
From Dunloe Gap she rode each day,
out in her jaunting car,
her father at the reining seat,
their journey wasn't far;

past by my home in early...

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Lucille (“Lucy”) Ball
Her desire for show biz fame is anything but small
Plays the wife of Ricky the Cuban drummer
How she goes about it could not...

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If someone asked me, “A penny for your thought”
I’ll tell him, “Sorry! It can’t be bought”
The thought process runs like a train
Fed by emotions and...

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Reining in jet-black steed;
Rangle for her falcon.
Repugnant mudslinging, 
Risible in content,
Rankled those in the know.
Recent loss of soulmate; 
Ravens smudge the teal sky.
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GLOSSARY 
Queen Elizabeth...

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...of sunbeams that shine endless light
the heart gift show loving patter 
O' the glorious grace that fills my heart
for each soul sincerity shower

How fortunate am...

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Brought back from the world of fantasies 
By the 8’o clock warning device
Raised up undesirably at a lazy pace
Retrieving the welcoming hateful whole day race....

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King that saves out of the lion’s paw                 ...

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Crystal beeds of water, unstained by colour
Smiled upon, by an all-seeing eye
Silently, they trickle down the glass pane
Devoid of hue, but imbued with character

Some move...

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Seven long weeks of winter with her snow not refraining,
But oh, approaching is a season who shall give my joy endless reining.

And when the dark...

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opening inside a chrysalis


a downpour of thoughts
drenched with meaning
beyond what washes 
the topsoil away,
you and I
are furtive plantings
at best,
mixing with the elements
the grandeur of life...

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There is my holdings my vineyards in Franco 
The eye waves flies off of his wine...

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Volcanic magma seethes beneath the surface,
Ready to erupt into view,when energised.
Our thoughts swirl and seethe too
Until we learn to marshal them,
Through the spectrum of our...

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mossy vines served as camouflage for a decaying headstone
where memories stood lost and unbeknown
as if in vain he died alone

a King perhaps
  a fortress...

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MANIPULATION AND WAR’S SPECTRE

When races, politics and religions,
Are grimly brandished as righteous reasons, 
To bloody calm fields and serene seasons,
Tis madness, paranoia…delusions.

A mans grandiose superiority...

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