.
she bronco
said
hern
walk'd way
a
stallion
do'd
')
*"do'd"; what are stallionz use'd
for <]')
I'm ridin' on the range
And I'm lookin' really strange
Guess most folks I'd appall
Thru all the miles of pain
Thru the wind and thru the rain
Wearin' Pap's old chaps and that's all
see the seesaw sea
send its waves to rock
the barrel stave wooden seahorse
to and fro, askew and slow
though I'm feeling
skew-whiff in the waddle
and iffy sickly not well
I think I'll stay
riding the bare-back bronco
to whittle the whiles away
letting the be, what's may
till the break of day
Once when I was a child
My reins were held by my parents
This pony once led by their rants
Now that my mustang is old
My reins still slip from my grasp
I go where this beast goes
Divorced from my old mare
I am no longer noosed
Years of service make it wary
When my child returns at half-time
He takes my reins playfully
Taming my mustang without a whine
When he dismounts for her
I lose sight of my destination
Someday, I'll bridle without a bother
Then I won’t be ridden by my beast
The saddle will find its place
Someday my racing heart will cease
Together we’ll limp to the finish line
Our eyes on the journey before us
Not fixing my gaze side to side
This bronco will find its stride
Confident in my equestrian skills
I’ll cross the line in an easy ride
Then no longer reign or be reined
Ready for the glue factory in style
As Jesus cries he is finished
I received a comment on my post
I attempt exposure once again
Shall I perish by others' words?
Rein in heartbeats like a strict handler
Or ride the bronco bareback?
Awakened from depression on hope
I thought I was free from validation
When will mania be domesticated?
My drama on a fruitless escapade
At least my heart finds its gait
Grounded I have laundry to do
Really I have a house to vacuum
But, a comment on my poetry
Is it coffee or coffers of expectation?
Shall I wait for this present to pass
Wondering if it is critical or in remission?
Can one comment fill an empty day?
Look up to the sky where poetry is born
What’s next behind one encore?
Good poetry comes when vessels are empty
Nature comes to fill the void in a vessel
But one poem is not everlasting H2O
Filling this vassal with eyeballs
Yet when my love returns tomorrow
After 12 days of absence disquieting
My heart skips quietly to a cantor
Keeps my polarities from spinning
Grounds me from prying stares
No poem is constant like loved ones
No comment compares to thee
Contribution is a wild ride
Fingers on the keyboard
Sweating
lover's lane express
bareback seat bronco busters
rodeo for two
cigarette falling, snow-
ing in-
side the bronco,
buck-
ing ash two-digit scissors
reach-
ing like tongs
passenger’s eyes pop
driver
retrieves, revels, masters
the smoke; a joke
to the occupant
occupational hazard:
timing of
timber
window ajar; a trail
of chimney smoke
a cautionary tale:
don’t make my insides jiggle
jingle bells are merrily ringing
can’t help myself
previously, at the airport
man flies
off his luggage seat
goes splat in the turkey line
his phone’s fly-
ing
and i wonder why
i’m the only one
giggling
i leave the state in newfallen snow,
splash-
down on the tarmac
in Georgia
Nov 2022
Ladies lounged in his light,
fanning the flames of overheated desires.
He, the slick poser, the bad bronco
oiled his parts while he cantered past them,
whipping his buttocks
in a most convincing manner.
Once freedom vanishes down the broader way
And shoulders start to droop, sore backs are sure to pay
Once fingers grip and dig, then lust for a stronger hold
Hearts tend to falter and “ The Titled” become prudish and bold
Weakness welcomes the pride of a wicked, controlling state
Men strive to mask the policies, hiding conditions they already hate
Standing to yield to corruption with a hand that salutes the brow
Risking their future to tow the line, and only if the governor allows
Once it’s over and done, freedom will never again revive
It's like a mean bronco bucking high, many find it hard to ride
Once it’s over and done and a great country looks back on the vote
Memories coveted from another time when people weren’t ordered to cope
Words spoken by the insane yet, passing over with hardly a wink
The trainer repeats his message, the chain breaks at the weakest link
Lies and deceit are sure to wear and unravel like a ball of twine
But the damage is done, all is lost, given over to a reprobate mind
Rah! Rah! Rah! Sis Boom Bah!
Everyone stand up and cheer
A more upbeat poem you'll never find
Pay attention and listen here!
Funny how moods go up and down
Like a proverbial yo-yo
Maintaining a balance is a full time job
Life's like a bucking bronco
Survival of the fittest is what it's about
Rule's been around forever
Keep on top, don't let down your guard
Be true to every endeavour
Eventually you'll accomplish all your goals
Maybe sooner or maybe later
Depends on so many unknown factors
Don't just sit there as a spectator
Make it happen keep on top of your game
Don't waiver, flinch, or pause
Winners always keep their eye on the prize
Forever stay true to your cause
Rah! Rah! Rah! Sis Boom Bah!
Stay focused, me buckeroos
Happy or crabby, giggly or cantankerous
Can't blame nobody else but you!
We cowboys on this side of the pond
Get out of bed with boots and spurs on
To ride our bucking bronco golden stallions
As you mount your nags on the weak side of the ocean
Yes, we snicker as you call elevators 'lifts'
And your truckers call a semi a 'lorry'
But daring to call a cop or a smokey a 'bobby' ~
Odds bodkins, bloke! Please say that you're sorry!
Hi, thank you for the pink evening, Bronco
Went out the flute from the cute cat Kitty
With you I am fine said the horse pronto
Miao, was the response sharp and witty
Went out the flute from the cute cat Kitty
While tickling the long nose of the brown horse
Miao, was the response sharp and witty
Bronco rubbed his mouth on her to endorse
While tickling the long nose of the brown horse
It bloomed lilies in the head of her friend
Bronco rubbed his mouth on her to endorse
What a night of blue delight they would spend
It bloomed lilies in the head of her friend
The moon in the black sky looked so jealous
What a night of blue delight they would spend
This love story my mother would tell us
The moon in the black sky looked so jealous
With you I am fine said the horse pronto
This love story my mother would tell us
Hi, thank you for the pink evening, Bronco
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24 April, 2020
Pantoum Rhyme - Personification Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Prompt : GIF no 2
don't count
on me be
cause odd
ly enough
though i'm
one of the
ranks i've
always
stunk
at be
ing
one
to
actually say
grammatic
ally not ma
the ma tic
ally why
when i
add up
the sum
of us as
some
thing
i am
all
ways getting
oddly even
after doing
it with you
twice i still
come up
with a to
tal of one
though
on a
calc
you
later
it reads
two but
that's
one
too
man
y so
i use
bi nary
be cause
counting
your fin
gers gets
bet
her
aft
er
we
get
past
ten an
d need
to use
your toe
s to get
the prop
er tot all
e qual to
a mount
of one
of me
and
one
of
you
to add
up to
two
th
ough i'm
go ing
down
on you
i'll sub
tract my
self and
gladly
allow
you
to
ri
de
me bucking
bronco style
so you go
cow girl
moo ve
me use
me butt
do n't
for get
to brand
me as be
long ing to
you
she's a
bronco
but not
trying too
hard to
knock
me off
her braids
long reins
i hold
tight
but we
both are
enjoying
the ride
Hop on for the thrill o your life
A bronco might throw you in seconds
But on this ride you'll manage the reins
Though your horse may be a runaway train
You'll go up, you'll come down
You'll for sure bounce around
Will you be able to stay the course?
It depends on how you manage the horse...
Here's a tip for you cowboys out there
For those who've been known to swear
Don't place it all on one horse -- Don't you dare
Go ahead: Buy those stocks ~ Say a prayer!
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