Best Riders Poems

The end, so close yet so far
We're riding our shooting star
Our life, the blink of an eye
A flash, that lights up the sky
It's sad so few will see
Our brilliant entirety
But for, those few that do
Imagine the dazzling view.

In life, blazing a trail,
At the end, a...

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The pre-dawn stillness was temporarily broken by the sound of crunching gravel as boots meet rock like an orchestra of timpani drums,  beating in unison as the wearers make their way to the iron steeds, sitting dormant in the chill of morning dew. ...

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The U.S. was fighting against Spain over their colonial policies with Cuba,
And Asist. Secretary of the Navy, Theodore Roosevelt resigned his position just to join the volunteer cavalry. One of three regiment raised in 1898 for the Spanish-American War was the 1st U.S. Volunteer Cavalry...

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Ten thousand eyes will each day pass but not a single one will see,
for the folly of their hubris hides from harsh reality,
and when they pass by homeless people posted prone in poverty,
cold cloaked, they are invisible.

Ten thousand ears will each day pass but not...

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With campfire's red embers fading
And cattle bedded down for night--
A veil of clouds is descending
And the horses don't quite seem right.

In the distance a storm's brewing
With silver flashes of pale light--
Snakes are restless with strange doing
As thunderheads come into sight.

A deep faraway rumble stirs
The air...

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 Last night, i dared revisit the crossing
of time with my brother, hovering on a
distant sky , tracing notes of my dripping rhymes.

We grew like chariot riders; he, the Troy of
streets and I, the maiden of lofty speeches.
While his hands reveled at the wonder of...

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Shine on you crazy diamond
Shine in your manipulation

I am here only to reflect your faulty wisdom.
Bend me to your will.

You are the Puppeteer
issuing the restrictions,
the directives,
the orders.

I am the Puppet
whose sole aim is to please.

Give me my reward
like the mouse and his cheese.

and I will...

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The red earth trembles under the hooves of a few
Godless rebels, burning under the Nevada sun,
and you can see them at the border, beating
a wild fire into a smoking gun, and in the evening,
as the gunpowder ground stains black, shadows
on horseback riding through long dismantled...

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Four young fellas rode by around midday.  
Sun was strong as whiskey scratching the back of a three day dried throat.  
The three girls were out front and Ma came out pointing her loaded shotgun.  
Riders like these and the hot sun...

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off the dusty trail
they rode in town looking tough
marshall stood up—spit!

© Joseph, 1/5/08
© All Rights Reserved

Author’s Comments:   The traditional Japanese Senryu format has three lines as 
follows:  the first has five syllables, the second seven syllables, and the third five 
syllables. ...

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It was just before sunset in an early spring. Three horseback riders, 
by chance, came together in the field by the wood and were having conversation. They were a lady and two gentlemen, well dressed, in horse riding outfits.

“How are you Ophelia?” The man in...

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Lonely riders,
lonely all in my soul.

Lonely riders,
they are all great and tall.

Lonely riders,
can you hear my desperate call?

Lonely riders,
could you heal my broken soul?...

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Young orphans wanted the ad read 
  Will help bring this country together is what they said 
  From California to St. Jose they will carry the mail 
  These young boys had a mission and they would not fail 
 ...

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Every generation has had its fashion frights.
 Remember the Duck Tail and the Beehive do?
 Headbands and beads and bell bottom pants,
 We thought we looked good, who knew?

 But today there's one that I just can't fathom.
 What's with pants that ride dangerously low?
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flametip riders
 
last call brass doll
suitcase in hand 
howling at empty rafts
fire consumed deck
tickling rain flaked boot lace

frozen slices of polar existence
hanging from great western ship gallows
spinning blind eyes in the technicolor night dream 

invisible fury shamanic invocations 
floating in a dark lonely bottle
seven charkras...

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