Long Bridles Poems

"The Strict Machine"




Take a note 
pick up your sharpened quill
tap dance your screen
your mind like 
a Magpie's beak 
a Silent Epiphany
One, 
Two and
Three
a Silent Jackhammer 
pneumatic drill 
Blackbirds fly off the page
they're swooping for the...

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Revelation 3:12 
I will write on him, the name of my God, the New Jerusalem,
which is coming down out of  heaven; from my God, and I
will write on him my new name. 

The seventh...

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Tears from the horse eyes are longer than a pane of glass
Tears from the horse eyes are  piercing the riders heart
He mounts the horse with courage and confidence
And leap a thousand meters towards the...

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BLACK LIVES
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My friend bridles. Huh! All lives matter. Is she is being 
deliberately obtuse? Should I add ‘’too’’ or ‘’do?’’

She adds, I’ve blacks in my family. We had
indigenous girls in nursing school. Never
treated them any...

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Might our 'fear of the future' be last 'leg' we stand on,
Does marginal intellect harbor our doom?
And is Science an asteroid, life's new grim reaper
Or given by God to provide us more room?

Is there shame...

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She remembered when they first met,
he promised her anything,
and she lay in his arms cradling the golden moon
he had plucked out of the sky and placed at her feet, 
and when she asked for a...

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No 8 second ride for these cowboys tonight
As they start in the morning, losing daylight
Their hats are now ties, tethering true
Not breathing in clean air as faces turn blue

Their motive, the green, but not of...

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she wore a shiny crown that sparkled from a million miles away
she drove her battle horses and whipped them all like slaves
blue skies all turned black as she came
trumpets blasted tormented tunes...her laughter was insane
eyes...

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Dread clutched her throat
As captains picked their teams
Even though she had desire
She never allowed herself to dream

He watched them divide up
Into groups of ten
He was number twenty-one
It was clear, no one needed him

Friends all married...

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Heroes and heroines need to save the world,
on a regular basic to keep the image bold.
They declare that poor people are stupid,
not having the capacity to help themselves included.
Having a barby doll degree in social...

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Why the curved sword, Joshua?
"The signal for the ambush,
And a wily subterfuge!

Ai will be reaped by Yahweh.
The whole field, corners, too.
No one will be left to gather.

He exposes Ai's warriors-
The burning city behind, 
The ravine...

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Dad, did you think I had forgotten you,
Well Dad, I wouldn't want you to be blue,
Do you think just because you've been gone so long,
That I don't still feel those arms so strong?

I loved you...

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I am the end,
the last act, the final fleck,
the teeny, tiny terminal pixel,
but I am mighty.
I may be small but I have muscle.

I apply the brakes
and the word parade obeys.
I hold up my hand, blow...

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It is spring and a little bird's singing,
It's exulting again in the flight,
Do not lie to me clove that you're seeming
that the lilies bloom wildly and bright.
Oh, I do not believe for some reason,
Let the...

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he bridles his horse
and swings into the saddle
for a journey that’s long
and driven by passion

he left her in the valley
and the months had been hard
it was time to head home
and to her waiting arms

her voice...

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Hear the Calliope
see the spinning colors 
of a magical kaleidoscope
a fantasy journey that
lights up an August night
painted horses with rouged
lips and golden bridles
smile and prance
pink roses adorn their saddles
where wide eyed children
with sticky sweaty hands
clasp...

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BERSHEBA BATTLE  W.W.1

Horses sensed the coming battle,
Heard sabres rattling to be free.
Fed a nose bag of oats, and the rattle, 
Of bayonets on the rifles, old Brumby
Off they are now, at a good trot....

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Behind the stable doors of green,
the racing horses can be seen,
quite highly trained, they're strong and lean.
They must be seen! They must be seen!

All working there, they form a team;
the saddles and the bridles gleam.
Race...

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Judgement’s fine line runs betwixt Prudentia’s
Right and Left hands. In her right, the mirror
Offers serious reflection on life
Lessons learned in crucibles of choice --
Wisdom bridles rash reactive impulse.
But in her left is the serpent coil’d,
Hissing,...

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When the last roundup's  all been done
The brandin' irons have cooled
When the spurs are hangin' on the wall
The bridles all are jeweled

There's a place where the grass is sweet
Water runs cool and clear
There are...

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Hello,pretty Annie...
I keep on remembering
your warm hugs and
your sensible,sweet words;
but Mr. Resenick
from child welfare
took you away from your mother...
because of Aida's lies!

Now all you can do is pray,
Brooklyn isn't going to be
the neighborhood you will...

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