Best Saddles Poems

Her name was Regret, with a rocket step
She was chestnut flashing, released lightning
In a century past, an age of side saddles and corsets
She was feminism...

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Whose voices, whose memories are these
That warble in trees, exalting my breeze
Applauding the daybreak's cerulean grin
Where amber ocher designs are floating in

Is that your echo...

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Have you ever woken up feeling like a kid 

With angels dropping cotton candy on your soul 

When knocks on doors reveal no steps in...

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A man named Ben stood on a slope looking at the gates of hell,
He swore they’d never turn back, him and his best friend Del.
They...

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It is not just Santa Claus who we meet in cold December— 
There is “Carolina,” and she’s the beauty of a winter picture perfect 
With...

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The unsung heroes of the open plains
The outlaw bandits like Jesse James 

Cut throat thieves and black jack hustlers 
Green horn Cowboys and long horn...

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I am from country living and bareback riding
But you wouldn't know that 'cause i keep hiding
I look like I'm gothic but i really don't bite
Trust...

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As the sun rises
a young pioneer saddles his ride.
Mounting his horse
his young bride
his love as he rides
Off to find his herd.
 His proud mare ...

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A subtle march hush saddles the valley
whilst dawn’s reveille is the seagulls call
staid water’s brim against ancient galley
once flew the ensign how the mighty fall.
For...

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I'm a space cowboy
riding imaginary horses
with black light saddles
herding cows in my closet
my six shooter is my finger
making bullet sounds with my lips...

My ten gallon...

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Been throwed
Legs bowed

Prefers
Brass spurs

Bunk house
Sans spouse

Wears chaps
Perhaps

Wears jeans
Eats beans

Brands steers
Likes beers

Hates boss
Loves hoss

Straddles
Saddles

Wears boots
Hates suits

Spits juice
Profuse

Payday 
Small pay

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All...

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All bow low unto Pharaoh,
Queen of all upper, and lower Egypt.
Hollowed halls echo thy name,
 Nefertiti.
Cast red sails towards infinity's,
 Swift currents.
 Nile waters part...

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"Beyond lychgate lies future death" she says,
cucumbered eyes slid back under cauliflower sky,
brimming smithereens of harkening demons.

Been in saddle some time since torchlight began,
a child's...

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Broken tables
And itchy saddles	
But still on
Leaving over this worth
Appreciating all as they come

Lost vigor 
And fallen figures
Yet still on
Throbbing so long
Seeing it afar
But still holding...

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The colors of lights are brilliant, intense
There are many pieces around that’s blue
The colorful light brings a loving sense

The blue brings calm and saddles the...

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