Cinches Poems - Poems about Cinches

...Which one is your child? I ask I turn and see the Minnie Mouse Hat And the professor glasses A red polka dotted bow cinches this baby's identity I do not need to see anything else......

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...Birthdays come but never go... the age remains as candles less glow; the cake retains a waist will show... (hopefully, there is equal love to know) – Though a life can be measure......

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...Wishes for horses, beggars to ride Hope cinches tightly —dreams that won’t die (Cowboy Poetry Festival- Elko Nevada: 1992)......

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...Told we were safer to stay a home... The rising water in evening gloam, Told us how wrong we were to believe... Picked up our pets and prepared to leave. The sadness that comes from leaving h......

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...Wishes for horses, beggars to ride Hope cinches tightly, —dreams that won’t die (Cowboy Poetry Festival-Elko Nevada: 1992)......

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...Hands sliding into Pine bark hair; Fingers drawing attention to Points of avid interest, Each feature unique Yet, utterly ordinary, Cinches my attention Binding me to you. Fascination is Yo......

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...What can move me now? Like a flower I am stuck, in a hole, in a rut And time will dig me deeper still. When chattering keys and computer screens and the tease of free knees about the library are f......

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..."If in the first act you have hung a pistol on the wall, then in the following one it should be fired." -- Anton Chekhov Chekhov declared that it's clearly imperative That a gun given billing must ......

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...Age is a snake that takes up residence, just a small little snake, on your shoulders, on the day you are born. Your radiance, your energy and strength match your blunders, and the viper is kept a......

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...The smell of sense enchants a Lover Behind the screens of silk and cover A shadow of a figure touches me. Tightens the lace to heighten pace My breath in short as his fingers trace The small of ......

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...Oh, the springs run to the rivers And the redbuds paint the banks, As the dogwoods burst to bloomin’ And the cowboys all give thanks. They’ll be dustin’ off their saddles, Checkin’ cinches and......

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...You’re nineteen years old and fancy That you’re fast as that Wild Bill— You ride and shoot and go crazy— Drink rye whiskey to your fill. You bet that you’ll live forever And never see a sick d......

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