Best Rider Poems

I wish to return to beauty
instead of the mundane
To marvel at rainbows
glistening in the rain

To feel melancholy 
Life’s mysteries to explain
Choo Choo engine progress
days chugging like a train

The mysteries of oceans
far deeper than my pain
Why do I live carelessly
while others have to strain

I was born...

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An old man sits peacefully in deep thought
Missing teeth, milky eyes . . .  leathery skin
Wind Rider his name  – a shaman 

The young man seethes in anger
Strong, excitable . . . limbs in constant motion 
Standing Bear his name  – dangerous...

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I had never before glimpsed the sea, and I had often felt the lack,
As rainbows sense the lack of luster, so they keep on coming back.

I dwelled in a pastoral area, quite far from any big body of water, 
As the stars keep to their...

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An expert rider, a solid horse, what greater pals can there be?
To stretch the land amongst the hills, to charge past the wind and be free.

The horse's hooves slam to the earth like an auto's fiery pistons.
His mane flows like a mighty river while his...

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Alone figure stands, 
On sunsets rock.
Summers hot breezes brush,
Against bare skins flesh.
Stalking the ageless path.
Behold histories Indian brave, 
Man, and horse intertwined.
Symbiotic beings joined,
They are one.
The spirit rider gallops, 
Across freedoms trail.
Cautiously, allying arrow unto bow,
Aiming swiftly his shot to kill.
Guardian’s raging bull charges,
Forward.
Protectors sacrifice,...

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In a mass grave so long ago,
They spoke to me before they died,
I saw their souls, the outward flow,
All hope buried beneath that tide.

The many starving, sent afar,
With wearied feet and hunger's burn,
Impel them on - my repertoire,
The children that fail to return.

I rose up...

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He caught a ride to somewhere going nowhere;
first hopped inside a slowed-down limousine.
The driver felt a chill and turned to stare
at someone seated in the back unseen.

A new car’s scent; the passenger smelled nothing.
The seat of luxury he could not feel.
The driver then off-key began...

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**From my collection of poems:  'Apollo's Diary' 


I wonder if she thinks of me,
   at night, alone.....
   in her melting-bed;
With moon full as her curiousity
   ....my breath, the wind in the late hour
   the stars I...

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Slowly she climbs aboard
through darkness of shadows cast
her noble steed awaits
anticipating the joy of being ridden 

through valleys and mountains
full moons glaring upon howling wolves
through waterfalls of sensual pureness
one can hear the breath of hoofbeats

always she rides at night
afraid of false impurities
never understanding
she glows in...

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*****This poem was fairly popular, though I'm re-posting it for the ladies****



**From my collection of poems:  'Apollo's Diary' 


I wonder if she thinks of me,
   at night, alone.....
   in her melting-bed;
With moon full as her curiousity
   ....my breath,...

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She gave the man her ticket stub
 To see the 'Doors' perform
 She always liked to hear them sing
 'Riders on the Storm'

 She got lost in the melody
 As the music took her higher
 The rhythms ignited her passion
 As they played 'Light my...

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...Jack went down in a heap,
the shot biting his thigh.
The rider drew near, gun in hand,
said,”You do not need to die.

“Though you’ll not believe it,
I will still to you explain:
You’re brother was a rapist,
and with young girls he did play.

“And when a daughter of a...

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He trotted up to Hamlin’s Bar,
stopping in for a quick drink.
He sat a tall, blue roan Mustang,
with a hide like darkest ink.

He paced into the noisy saloon,
amidst gamblers, drunks, and whores,
walked up to the simple bar,
and ordered whiskey, nothing more.

The burning shot was warming
after a...

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Now the villager’s are waking from the dreams inside their heads,
They’re locking doors and windows, and they’re hiding in their beds;
It’s a yellow rainy morning with a mist across the sun…
You can hear the hoof beats coming, terrifying everyone.

It’s a legend sprung to life, and...

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Spirit Rider

So comes there spirit rider 
On his comet past the moon
does he have a new sweet bride there
will he find her really soon

passions heat in spirit flows
not to be denied there 
the searching on it always goes
until he sits beside her

a distant spark it...

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