Best Stirrups Poems

They hung around the beer joint with the finest Western wear
with thumbs tucked in their belt loops and such a studly air.
But those boots weren't...

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Foreplay starts hours before the bedroom.
Leaving a note on your car while you’re working,
As flowers are delivered in bloom.
Later, rubbing your feet to ease the...

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Broken but disbelieving, we wait   
for any doctor to say it’s just blood
as the gray man greens, throws-
up in triage. A Goth teen...

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He waits for me in my dreams each night
I hear his soft neigh when he catches sight
of me. I am only a tiny little slip...

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What Actually is School?

The Education Act 1996 (UK) defines a pupil as someone “for whom education is being provided at a school,” and as a...

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“CAROUSELS AND CANDYFLOSS’

Childhood memories cherished and remote recollections
Emerging in magnified clarity encourage renewed perceptions
Open air big screen films referred to as “Drive-Ins”
A regular Saturday night...

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In the Australian vernacular
he was a ‘flea-bitten’ grey.
Not dappled like a dream horse
but speckled like a rock and not a 
fine large horse like Tom...

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Note:  All lines in this heap are from failed sonnets that I tried to stack without having any two consecutive lines come from the...

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No 8 second ride for these cowboys tonight
As they start in the morning, losing daylight
Their hats are now ties, tethering true
Not breathing in clean air...

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Whining Horse
	

This is the angry mind 
  Of a whining Horse 
All it does detest	
  Is the Race Course	
A reason there is	
 ...

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Walk your Line 

A word to the blind:
From the day your first mount and ride
Till the moment you die
Walk your line
Walk proud and high
Through each...

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They Caught Me Young


The first cut is a cut so deep-
Internalising this impression
Has made me stir and creep
With invariable precision!

Great Writers caught me young
Whilst an...

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Glissandra spins gossamer nets
Of sticky white webbing that gets
Her all the captives she needs:
Her spider-string oozes like sap,
The unicorns step in her trap—
Soon they will...

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My Old Saddle
Like a heavy rose in silver and leather
Every stitch a life, thirty-three pounds,
In cow hide, veined by fields 
In the foothills of Alberta,
Reined...

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My cousin Mike asked my dad, “can Bill stay”?
“It’s fine with me if your dad says okay.”
“If Bill will work to earn spending money
a couple...

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