Long Hoofprints Poems

I tell u what shell b the first to tell you 
Tim is crazy he aint even jealous of the devil
he gots propellas on the metal
Rest aside those doubts about me
weapons of destruction I don;t...

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I woke up on Christmas Eve
It was late, in the middle of the night
When I saw him under the Christmas tree
He give me such a terrible fright

I thought it was a cat burglar or something
Who...

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I woke up early on Christmas Eve
It was late, in the middle of the night
When I saw him under the Christmas tree
He give me such a terrible fright

I thought it must be a cat burglar
Who...

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See there! She flies about the moor
Upon her favoured mount.
The waving, flowing grassy shore
bears hoofprints all about.
The waves her steed surmounts.
Her hair is flying here and there;
She hasn't thought of care.

Her little sister, Margaret Rose
Thro'...

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Its a warm winters day.. the sun's shining high in the powder blue sky 
A  wisp  of a  feather cloud faintly visible is the  only cloud  to be seen
Powder blue...

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A predator among us.
A villian in our midst.
An entity of evil,
Clouding up our wits.
Preying on the innocent.
Devouring the strong.
A sycophant immortal.
Unbound by right and wrong.
White wool adorning
The curves of their form.
Cloven hooves dragging
on the ground...

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I only shoot to kill my food
Not for pride or pleasure
I hunt the meat we all can eat
Not for a mantlepiece treasure

But late one night I was lying in bed
And someone was at my door
I...

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There are wild horses in the heather;
their neighing follows the wake
of hewing wind-wraiths.
The ponies are hardy and stout, they go
in and out of the clouds, slip through
swale and dingle.

The moors are high. You don't feel...

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A canyon junction west of Soledad
and south of Mint (named for purple sage) –
this scoured maze of Canyon Country 
where I rode bareback 
down arroyos, leaving hoofprints in sand. 

Today, I’ll stop at the general...

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"News Flash" 
Bambi is under arrest
The Associated Press stated this morning
That he had failed the polygraph test

He's been charged with murder one
With the death of his own mother
He was a suspect in the case for...

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From conception death is chased
through hollow and hill
sunlight and shadow
backalley and byway
synagogue and saloon.
Through fresh bells of wallstreet
worn bodies on mainstreet,
death is chased relentlessly.

Its muddy hoofprints climbing 
the crackpipes of
calvary eyes
clop-clop-clop.
Bending nightmare to angel
then back...

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One morning I awoke to find
 in  soft garden shadows
 mythical, unicorn, hoof prints 

How I imagined its perfect form; 
a magical horse with a spiraled horn
 stepping through a pink mist
 into my...

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Language flowing out the corridor
Hoofprints of history juxtaposed
The unsettled gashes of human experience
Returning again to unfold new contours

Armed to the teeth
Our story replete, posted
From ancient backdoors
Charging mystic dreaming banshees

What planes will we walk?
As extreme inches...

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