Long Pastured Poems

They pursued it with vigor, they pursued it with crass
They hunted with valor and hope
They proceeded with a dose of good Knightly sass
They chased it with tackle and rope

Now King Arthur declared in a boisterous...

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 Part 3

9th Delerium: Emptyness
Water wheels in wastelands... turning,
drowning relics in the slum
Rumpled rags of fashioned burlap... burning,
lit by bandits blind and dumb
Pastured prisons, ponies bridled ... yearning,
forest fairies under thumb
Sounds inside of cauldrons coughing......

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Bethlehem nights were far colder than the bright sunlit days,
  as creatures in the stable were taken out to graze.

The ox, the ass, the donkey, and the mule
  were pastured out to earn...

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Now sometimes a person says I love you with the love of the Lord.  We are not sure whether it’s the love of the Lord because sometimes people have motives behind.  If you...

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A Hundred Equine

Hot salty drops trickled into my mouth.
The sun had changed my brown flesh to bright red.
Reflected brilliance passed through squinting eyes.
Faint, I rested in shade eating sweetbread.

I lay my head on a smooth...

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Fragile the stems numbered in their days
That dance in spring, in the falling rays
Above the hills weathered softly by a mist
When shone the first morning light of bliss.

That 'tween the thickets wild and coursing air
Sprouts...

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Yawning eyes, a window to my soul
Breathless whys, that follow into my eye-hole
Gradually fading into the mirror
Hurried air lifted me nearer
There I soar over a continuum of water
Dovetailed and coupled by a cotter
Lights are picture...

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They say he was the devil,
in whispers, not out loud—
the Brahma bull no one could ride,
his name was ol’ Black Cloud…

Many a cowboy mounted up,
an’ many a cowboy tried,
but the bull was like white lightnin’,
an’...

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*Image of Horses Nature by Pixabay.

Some Paradise Where Horses Go

"Somewhere, somewhere in time's own space
There must be some sweet pastured place
Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow
Some paradise where horses go"
   ...

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By Your mercy, Lord I’m secured
Your providence can’t be measured
You’ve placed me in a stable job
For my needs and for all my love
Divine protection is assured.

For transgressions, I know I’m cured
In God’s words, I graze...

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In late summer.
They walked along the red brick sidewalk.
The bricks sunk into the ground, long ago.
Leaving grass and red patches, to show.
Branches from the apple tree, hung low.
They picked apples above the sidewalk.

In early fall.
Wildflowers...

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I arrive early for the meeting.
Row upon row of chairs
face forward, like a flock of sheep, 
nose to tail, waiting for a shepherd.

My grandmother raised sheep,
cows, pigs, geese, and children.
Grandpa buckled under tuburcolosis,
leaving her seven...

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A Letter to Mr. Frost


I walked again with Mr. Frost
‘cross dew dampened lea
quietly gave thanks to him
just for inviting me.

I gazed at leaf and tree and limb
the beauty that he saw in them
resembling lovers, children,...

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And the word flew forth from the parapet gleaning as it went
Flying through the history the sounding had been sent
Touching, rolling, reaching strong
It was matter, spoken song
Everything is made by words, the wise
Speak forth the...

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Even then, as herds of winds pastured on boundless water; -

Even then, as mountains began to shake, the earth cracked, and by the rough, sharp as swords blades of grass
various monsters started crawling - 

-...

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You land that bare your baron hills and alabaster skies
Pastured fields of emerald green, the roman's left behind
Golden meadows stand arrayed, a tapestry unfolds
The air of medievel thoughts, a mystery of old
As I look yonder...

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