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Dears and Darlings

Trees of powder,
Delicate and firm.
They conceal my feathers of frost.
I perch myself by all that glitters
All that warms, and all that flickers.
I perch myself by candlelight
Snug in my nest of yarn.

My dearest deer is lost today.
The other starlings fly away.
Drifting off, a state of slumber
Filling me with fear, but wonder.
My nest of yarn, it cradles me
Despondent, I've become.
My woollen retreat, it comforts me
But chilled air bites my bones.

Beyond me waltzing are deer and starlings.
The others, romancing, like dears and darlings.
These shards of ice are carving, carving
And I know I should be out there, dancing, bombarding.
Glaciers, ponds, shining, sparkling
So stunning, so sinister for one who's so wanting
But no. Instead, in my head, I've been trying
To rid my thoughts of these paths I'm embarking.

I wished to be there, filled by warmth and by sympathy,
And in return, I was gifted immunity.
So instead, I laid here. I filled up with wonder
Drifting, and lulling a state of slumber,
Despondent and desperate, melting candlelight;
Found dead when my deer galloped into my sight.

Shots Fired

The door exploded.
When she slammed it,
detonations riddled his body,
shock and anger
galloped over his mind
both riding the same horse.

Molten emotions dripped in the air,
a seethe like lava, a floe that clung
even as she ran down the long staircase,
heels ticking off
all the wrongs of his tongue.

They ate the apple, but the worm
in the fruit ate her.
It was forbidden
by the birds in the sky.
She begged to be liked
from the lip of her grave.

No one will shoot her for being
vulnerable.
They will kill him for loving her,
for he knew now
how a door explodes,

how it speaks
of the hand that slams it,
and the birds of the sky
will not forgive her.

The horse galloped

At the crossroad
I was knocked down
by a speeding horse.
Off it Galloped ,
his mane flowing.

"Oh, harbinger of hope,
please tell them,
I lie broken
awaiting for their help."

bison stepped on my foot today

Brutish bison stepped on my left foot today
Making me less merry, forcing me to delay
It weighed a ton, so what could I do?
I yelled “Get off of my tennis shoe!”

Skittish bison got startled and galloped away
My toe is broken, bleeding, its nail is turning gray.
So, I cannot come over for my play date today.
Maybe you should invite my cousin Jay.

fly away

Three fireflies arrested on suspicion of arson

Two horseflies galloped of into the sunset

A butterfly landed lightly on the toast

The houseflies awaited the delivery from Door Dash

The dragonfly went out for a Knight on the town

The May fly may not

Muriel, a memory

Memory of Muriel 
When the big wave crashed ashore
 on the rocky side of the bay, seven white stallions, silky manes flying, galloped ashore to seek freedom in the green winter valley.
The old man's sons helped their father to swim 
and he was glad
Coming home, he called his wife Muriel and told her he had been swimming with his son.
The sons were worried their mother had been dead for many years
In the valley of greenness, the stallions see 
the grass turned pale
 longed for the freedom of the open sea.
When a summer storm came, the stallions galloped back to the shore to join mighty swells
 on the back of a horse, an old man rode
 finally, he was going to meet his wife Muriel.

home at the ranch

Home at the Ranch 


Once, I had a big ranch in, Oregon, technically it is still mine
but I have no way to prove it
one day and far from the ranch, inspecting fences, sudden 
cold storm hit, to survive, I shot my horse
cut his stomach open, crept inside, and quickly fell asleep
Awoke, when the storm was over, looked for my horse was gone 
maybe a wolf pack had taken its carcass 
I walked, or trotted, home to the ranch
the ranch hands were glad to see me and gave me a carrot
although I neighed, they put me in the corral 
with the other horses, who knew and shunned me
My widow cried as I stood under the window, brought
tears to many eyes, the widow gave me an apple 
Now that she was the owner and had much reasonability 
she rode me to get around.
with her sitting on my back, I was careful not to show any
unbecoming excitement.
tragedy struck the widow, got a boyfriend, 
a man, I had  thought of firing
My intense jealousy made me furious 
one day when
they were making love under an oak tree by the river
I kicked them both to death and galloped to the far blue
mountain, I know from experience that there is no justice 
for wild horses.

I Saved This Hen for Myself

I saved this hen for myself the little girl said
Skipping out of the field with a fowl so red.
The fowl loved her, and she loved her too.
She skipped and galloped with a yoo hoo hoo.

Her parents were startled she wanted this pet.
At least it’s not a dragon said her Cousin Shet.
Or a male peacock said her Uncle Slim.
There are no more arrogant birds than the likes of them.

Memory of Muriel

Memory of Muriel 


When the big wave crashed ashore on the rocky side of the bay
seven white stallions, silky manes flying galloped ashore to seek
freedom in the green winter valley.
The old man's sons helped their father to swim and he was glad
Coming back home he called his wife Muriel, told her he had been swimming with his son.
The sons were worried, their mother had been dead for many years
In the valley of greenness, the stallions see the grass turn pale 
longed for the freedom of the open sea.
When a summer storm came, the stallions galloped back to the shore
to join a mighty swell, on the back of a horse an old man rode finally, he was going to meet his wife Muriel.

Karen Cook: Equine Devotion

In the realm of my heart, there resides Karen Cook,
A love that enchants, like a well-written book.
Her grace is a melody, a dance of pure bliss,
Her smile like the sun, warming every abyss.

A love story painted with hues of devotion,
Karen's presence alone sparks an endless emotion.
Within her, a spirit of strength and gentle grace,
A soul that embraces love's every embrace.

With her, I've galloped through life, hand in hand,
Our hearts entwined like a rider and a horse in the sand.
Together we've weathered storms, braved the unknown,
Karen, my compass, my rock, my own.

Her eyes, like diamonds, reflect a love so true,
A bond unbreakable, forever we'll pursue.
Through meadows and valleys, we've traversed with ease,
Karen, my muse, the wind beneath my dreams.

And when life's trials mount, like hurdles in our way,
She becomes my stallion, guiding us each day.
Through hurdles and fences, we leap side by side,
Karen, my love, with you I'll always ride.

So here's to Karen, my love and my muse,
The one who brings light when life's shadows confuse.
With you, my dear, I've found a love untamed,
A love like a horse, forever unchained.

Summer Memories

I remember the summers of my youth
in between boring academic years,
working as a beach boy
for some miserly few cents.

The smell of the sea spray
mingling with offensive smell
of sweat of dwarf donkeys
that galloped over the sand,
carrying smiling children
all the summer round.

Nor could I ever miss
the pungent reek of fish 'n chips
though come noon I would gladly
partake of a greasy piece.
 
I still can hear the laughter, though,
of children riding along the beach,
the roar of high waves surfing,
of young guys jumping and screaming
in the shallow waters of the bay,
the sight of skimpy bikinis, 
the melodious music that always blared
announcing the ice cream man.
 
Tired, evening approached
day after one long day,
returning home to rest.
I always looked at the deserted beach
as the sun descended in the sea, 
leaving behind it a long stretch of sand 
littered with magical sand castles, 
a record of the happiness
that ruled the beach those years.

Key To My Heart

I am searching, searching for the key to my heart,
In the times of redemption, it will bequeath treasures of my heart.

I asked the mighty eagle, have you seen the key?
He hovered over the prairies and cliffs, finally hanged his head over the top of the tree,

I asked the black birds chirping on the tree limbs,
The swarm looked all over the field, and flew back to the tree called home.

I asked the stray deer, he stared at me,
While I admired his beauty, he galloped over to the river bank.

I asked the pair of parrots, ignoring me they watched the peacock dance before the rain,
Nearby  cuckoo bird echoed in the sweet tune, look within yourself.

I asked the lover, waiting for his arrival on the banks of river,
There was the sparkle in her eyes, maybe he has the key to her heart.

I asked the surfer, riding the mighty ocean waves,
The ups and downs of life are like riding the waves, the key is in the feelings itself.

Tired I come home, my one-year old granddaughter gives me a hug,
I ask her, she babbles, and I wonder, have not I found it already at hand?

Veracity

Veracity (story)

A horse galloped across a snowy field at the end of the pasture, 
a fence jumped over a crazy gallop into the woods
came to a shuddering stop when meeting a moose
the moose charged the horse fled deeper into the woods were 
the horse met a troll who took the animal into a cave and 
served a bucket   of hot chocolate drink
since the snow was deep that year, the troll also fitted the horse 
with snowshoes and let it back to the field.
When the farmer came to the field and saw the shoes,
he had a nervous breakdown and was sent 
to a clinic, where the doctors said it was all in his mind.
They wouldn’t let him free before he agreed
horses wear iron shoes and not snowshoes.
When he came back to the farm, the horse wore slippers.

Me and He

We would go ghost hunting
in old empty houses,
me and my mate Terry.

13 -year-olds, armed only
with a flashlight
and radio-active acne.

We fed
on each other’s frights
imagined the dead arising
from toilet bowls,
and flowerpots.

Ghouls galloped across
our fevered minds,
backs crawled with thoughts
of blood-soaked talons
reaching.

It was scary fun.

Of course, me & he
had no girlfriends –

no time.

Asylum Poplar

Mirroring salted sweat of limes.
Dreadful long march creeped and galloped.
No home seek looms.
A half way of death.

Quadruped war for nothing.
Tremor feet seek a poplar silhouette.
Shaded shadow similar to angel's wing.
Rain, snow, wind, sunlight , eyes dropped.
Mom, our mansard roof missed us.

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