Horse Dance Poems

We’ll Ride a Horse Down Rocky Path

We’ll ride a horse down rocky path
Fall in love in the aftermath
Well do-si-do and do it right
Me and honey...

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Like the king of Cordoba’s treasury
Reflected in a robber’s eye
A laden dish of memory
Spills into the summer night

From a moving carriage window
A flaming garter flies
With...

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Glitzy, Vegas-style seductive dancers
Lascivious lancers' lances
Glam and rock in hilarious fashion.
Quintessentially Parisian
Paris Crazy Horse, the most avant-garde
Enticing and sensuous dance and song concord
A fantastic cardio...

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Extremely Fractured Footles.

Grose art
Faint heart

Write poem
Rhyme time

Compose song
Sing along

Opening night
Stage fright

Break leg Superstition
Big Audition

Ballet dance
On toes prance

Gymnast Cartwheel
No big deal

Tap dancer approaches
Kill those roaches

Featherweight fighter
Must...

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Our scars
self-requited 
define
who we are

The pain
when it’s welcome
embedded
unmarred

Each blemish
redeeming
those choices
to blame

Absolving
our future
releasing
the shame

(‘Searching For Crazy Horse:’ September, 2010)...

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Your life may be full of sparkles and ove-lay but the rest of us sometimes struggle under storm clouds.

Anna (one of my roommates) broke up...

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My heart stays in Wyoming
but Montana calls my name
My spurs and bits ‘a jingling’
as my soul goes north again
Cody up through Beartooth Pass
Cooke City just...

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Behold, a new expression of sound,
A fresh song and joy that now abound,
It crushes all plans of the wicked foe,
Washing, purifying with heavenly glow.

The focus...

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There is jazzy twirling activity down at the Beggar’s bog
Dancing and whirling by the lucky horse shoe frog
We see it happening, and we think St....

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Ssip your
Shine
If you wanna
Don't let it
Be ah dirtyglass
Make you
Do things you
Don't wanna
Gulping cold ones
Down to fast
Sip the shine if
You wanna
Drink it
From a fluted glass

There is...

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during the Eves of festival
a broad shouldered man
came into or near
the Layer were Witches were said to dwell
He came there to challenge
the Goblin who made
pots...

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Past a peaceful day out Western Trail way,
Our lowing herd settled on coarse sand bars.
We hands bunched under prancing prairie stars,
Once clean grub tins and...

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Son, each day I will ride
Through waving cottonwoods
Near the broad river bend
Where the wild blue flax grows.

It is a special place
That your grandfather knew
Where he...

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People and horses

The Newmarket was the oldest market in town
farmers came here selling potatoes and other greenery
Their women-folk sold thick, long underwear 
winter can be...

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GREEN
SLIVERED GRASS
RACES WITH A BLUR
WINDS DRYS N COOLS MY SKIN
THE HORSE I HIDE
CRIES IN DELIGHT
I RACE WITH DIGNITY.

Twilight sets...

AS A DAY DWINDLES AWAY 
I RIDE...

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