A tribute to Heidi Sands
This poetess writes poems of few words,
till the last line she holds the rhythmic cards,
where the fluent essence of her poems unfold
the tale of abandoned hearts that needs to be told.
The lattices of finesse of a word artist,
that on her mind’s expressive canvas persist,
shine in our time’s tapestry, her poems display,
carry the connotation of what she has to convey.
Life is so complex, but she loves simplicity,
in its cauldron she holds on to dreams quietly
to transmit what she thinks, for she isn’t afraid.
In narration never hesitates to call spade a spade.
Her verses that rhyme or don’t rhyme,
reflect her keen sensitivity to our trying time.
Its travails she sketches with the rhythm of poetry,
conveyed convivially by the muse of brilliant brevity.
Many maidens have seen me rushing the gates of Paradise's pen,
I stomp and buck at all intruders of shallow flirt and short strident ride,
blue ribbons and sterling mouth bits interest me not,
no ordinary broad is going to braid my tail or crack my hide,
but only for you do I bang soft layered earth, chomp the fruit you convivially carry,
I'm a bona fide rodeo cheer and champion, the big ticket dangle,
they would pay high for the thump and pump of my dash and balls,
you I let service with original flavor, knees that were born to secure my ribs,
I like your saddle, firm oiled and supple, lets grip together off trails of tempered tourism,
love the way your voice tickles my plush fury ears,
I've got four horseshoes girl, ones gotta be lucky, lets leap and laugh,
escape the cattleman's dogs and outrun law & order,
touch and hug in brooks stiring sweet syrup,
have nipples hard like wine cork and thighs taut with tingle,
so get on babe, this Bronco is true to go, we're both gonna flow -
J.A.B.