Long Brindle Poems

It was bucking bulls and cowboy busting broncos
And the challenge that accompanied each ride
That consumed the heart and mind of my young cowboy
And this fact my Buddy never tried to hide. 
I recall the time...

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Bill Bulldog we had named him 
with his brindle coloured coat
He had the most amazing face
too many wrinkles for one so young
mischievous, cuddly and full of fun

At first the only sounds he made
that first night...

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My guru carries a set of brass knuckles
you'd think he'd be all yes sir and no sir
but instead I get ahah hoho and egad
I can't do anything right on my best day
and I have the...

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Dear Griffin,
 I clearly remember the first time we met. Jim had brought you at all of
four months of age to my families summer reunion. You were shy with
those striking bi-eyes and those massive white...

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The rosa blanda embroidering your face
will become the veins in my tongue reaching to clog my throat
go past the tonsils and vocal chords and windpipe
down and down still, burrowing into the esophagus 
relentless in its...

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I wonder how beautiful a rainbow looks
Through the eyes of a color-blinded
As it shines and comes down from the heaven
Taming the raging cry of the storm, as to brindle…It down
For those who can see its...

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and in my dream fantasy ...
       I find my beloved Chimera horse
      he is quite beautiful, magical and wild
     ...

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Tonight it starts again.
The longing for something I can’t have.  
A life that is meaningful.  
I claw and scrape the surface of humanity.  
A bubble that wont’ be burst.  
I am...

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clear and peaceful 
the air fell still
the clouds moving in
in the distance
over the hill

the birds stopped singing
the bees disappeared
the traffic slowed 
as the storm brewed near

glistening rain 
trickled from the clouds
heavier and heavier
the drops came...

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Love brought many kitties; each one special.
Some colors solid, others were brindle.
They come in big sizes and some of them small.
No matter how they look, I like them all.

My first fluffy kitty was beautiful, white.
One...

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Why can't my blind spot see?
it’s shadowing me        in the eye's periphery 
edgily creeping              ...

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A massive, arch-shaped hearth of stone,
old shiplap walls of weathered oak,
warm, woolen rugs of corded make,
ancient rocker, it creaks a lot.

Fire consumes thick maple logs,
perched low on a wrought iron gate,
cast shadows flicker on the...

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I don't see how it matters
Should we be brindle, black, or white
After all our colour
Is governed by our sight

So in a world of darkness
We would be all the same
How can there be a difference
Our eyesight...

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From my chair
Through the air
I want my info now 
 Truth or dare
I don’t care
Give me info now

Hip wired infolites
Something bout usage rights
Whereas my info wow
Flying flags ever knowing
Looking back never going 
Here’s my info...

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These two old pups are near and dear;
I’ve kept them both throughout the years.
Lyra’s brindle, still cheetah-fast;
Lemony’s best years, in the past.
The thought of losing brings a tear.

When daughter schooled quite far from here 
and...

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The days grow shorter on the spindle 
of North winds crispy, frosted breath
and winter patches white o'er brindle
where autumn's bow has left her flesh.

The hours dwindle brushed by twilight's broom
that paints the dark revealing moontide’s...

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Her tail tells tales as wags of whining pleasure
of frolicking service; treasures of licks and love
snips of lips, cheeks rubbing fur to skin akin
kinship-mans best friend finding flee-free paws

shots of super vaccinations to vacation to...

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