Best Side Saddle Poems

F a n t a s y
sold on a 50’s bottle cap; 
a party-girl side-saddle sits
on a double-edged crescent moon
up high —a silver scythe in glamour-night sky
corners of her cherry mouth upturned
her right hand raises her glass  a toast to the stars
frothy head of...

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I wrap myself 
in feather-boa-fantasies of his dreams
sinuous pinot-grigio-me; 
X-rated and never sated
dancing to rock ‘n roll— 80’s dated
...my floorshow our foreplay

welcome to the conjugal jungle 
of not-so-rusted lust
sixty-something-shapely...
25th anniversary groom croons naughty thoughts;
“you could make a young stud sizzle
if you cougar-purred and preened..
half-your-age ‘prey’...

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Shimmering over a glassy sea, a moonlight carpet beams.
My walkway high to a starlit sky of memories from my dreams.

There mighty Taurus, rip-snortin’ bull, lowers his horns for battle.
Naked on his shoulders Seven Sisters ride side-saddle.

Dazzling diamonds, blue-white ice,
blazing through nebulosity.
Merope mocked and mooned me...

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It is a witchy tradition to pass down your first broom to
The next generation, but poor dear sweet Mable inherited an eye 
Sore from her elder granny, the handle topped end was crooked
In a twisted bent way, the middle was weather warped and taped
Together by...

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growing up too soon

	you said: is there anything more excruciating than lagging behind
						being passed by
	a hasbeen
				still knocking on portals
twitching toes twirling thumbs
         in fidgety drawn-curtained waiting rooms

and the always taken-for-granted toiling mothers maimed in mid-life stoopbent under...

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Coventry's Lady Godiva goes 
side saddle, naked from head to toes; 
her blonde hair down to there, 
and her bottom all bare, 
'cause farmers pay taxes through the nose....

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Like a dirty stain that should be removed,
the once clear distinction between men
and women has become murky and gray.
The stain grows and smears lines and 
edges, the shape of men and women
are remolded. Gone are the curvy
feminine lines of a womanly figure,
replaced by more angular...

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The Masque
By Rick Rucker

I go about my daily task,
Covered by my spiffy mask,

I ride Silver into town,
To save those, trodden down,

Accompanied, as I am, by Tonto,
I must get the bad guys, pronto!

It would seem to be my Fate, 
To clean up a town in half...

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Cruising, we pose, in our wonderland chair, towering above our smiles,
dressed in Autumnal orange and black, my arm around you for awhile.
Insouciant in spiffy suit, you sweetheart me in with juniper-mint cologne.
Black strappy-sandals felicitous dangle, I ride side-saddle on the throne.

The bittersweet-background of our portrait...

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Godiva a Saint or a Goddess her tale unfolds thru legend and folklore 
Origin England a town named Coventry ‘tis where Godiva did dwell
Devoted to Leofric he set her a riddle/a love chase her ardour to prove
Devoid of clothing to come to him her feet...

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He sang seven songs of freedom
Whilst his cat danced a jig
And his monkey rode side saddle
On this pot bellied young pig
And the people of the village
All looked at him in awe
For none had ever seen
His like and type before
As they .peeped from the trees
He could...

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I am not too keen on witches,
But I would love their broom
When I'm feeling downhearted
Up in the sky, I'd Zoom
The speed would excite me
With the wind blowing in my hair
The magic of the broomstick
Would erase all care
A broomstick has no gears
Engine, steering wheel, or wheels
It...

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He was big and he was tough
Sort of primitive and hairy
On first encounter his face
Was frankly somewhat scary
He could .fight and he could cuss
Run a marathon without dropping
And when he got his dander up 
Boy he really took some stopping
He could swim and swim for...

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A nudist camp's "Come-as-you-are"
Was held at Trump's Side-Saddle Bar
There was just one hitch
To Donald Trump's itch:
He could not make Stormy in par!...

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there is a young mermaid form france
who dreams to be able to dance
she tries to remain chipper
when she falls on her flipper
for it will not fit into pants

there is a young merman named mike
always dreams of riding a bike
people say hurtful mean jokes
when his flipper...

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