Best Trots Poems

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                   In my arms
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Earth trots
Behind the meandering
Leashed by their anxieties
And we in silence
Cannot tell of our perplexities
This age
Is too politically correct
And will not stand
Such truths
There is no lattitude...

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Remember all the Wise Men on their knees upon your yacht?
With orphans on their backs they’d crawled (with others that they’d brought)
Through rubble on the...

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On a Sunday in the evening
The old barn becomes a hall
Social place where every weekend
The town folk go for a ball.
 
The inside is decorated...

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A cold lion roams, doctrinaire and sterile,
The expanse of Africa offers him no sanctuary, the Saringehti no salvation,
He can only smell the scent of his...

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A horse that runs wild and free
 Enjoys freedom with each stride
    No saddle on his withers be
 No grazing muzzle as...

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I'm as free as the wind as I sway in the saddle!
I love life!  There's no clutter, nothing to addle!
I give my faithful horse...

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I rode to power on a Midwest horse, 
Bearing amongst the feathers in my cap this terse brief 
from my broken people:
To lay waste to...

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*Image of Patronus by Wizarding World

The White Doe and The River Of Life

Comes a white doe, quaint sight a wandering,
Murmurs, her head swerves about, hesitates,
A...

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loud cracks and creaks permeate the silence
inferno’s roar is heard in keen ears of wildlife
terror is felt throughout the forest
animals flee, but many do not...

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My toilet paper
regularly trots
out of the bathroom,
throughout the whole house,
no, it is not trained.

If it were trained
I am certain 
it would proudly
stay nice and neat.

My...

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Mama deer pranced diffidently
checking the meadow for man’s smell
Her spotted fawn trots along
unaware of danger
checking out the food
of pure and sweet
glorious
verdant
grasses...

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Color fades into the pines
The whites of the eyes of the birch
Places for the birds to perch
Bark can be seen in tall lines

For now, just...

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Amber Nights



The streets where I live are soft as rugs,
Lamplights of deep amber light them.
A lone, orange tabby trots on his way,
Nobody yelling to f'ind him.

The...

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Oh my Alpaca
Has purple spots
You can see them when he trots
I'll take his wool to make a sweater
Then we'll both have purple spots...

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