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The sun barbequed the skin, raising a tenderized pink glow
to the cheeks of the children in the ramshackle red barn.
The three story hay loft partly empty was bristling with tikes.
Pincushioned with straw, sharp as needles,
in their hair, tee-shirts and socks
an “itch-o-rama” of gross magnitude.
Hoarse screams of “Geronimo!”
propel a girl child out ward, over the abyss;
letting go directly over the haystack on the first floor.
Barn boards groan under the weight of her flailing form.
Sweet, so sticky sweet, was the air with sweat, hayseed, and manure.
Red welts form on errant scratches rising up on the her skinny arms.
The boy plops from the thick dangling rope inches from her.
“Hi-Ho Silver!” he hollers; kissing her cheek with a big wet raspberry,
running deer-like from the barn doors toward the pastures awaiting bossy.
Up the stone tossed rock wall he clambers at ankle breaking pace.
Leaping from stone wall to the cow’s back;
“Come on, chicken!” he yells.
The girl follows more timidly watching out for
the broken, blue-bottle, glass shards
that poke out from between the fieldstones.
Reaching cow side, she blows brown hair from her face.
Hands on her tiny hips, she eyes the cow and rider.
The cow's evil eye stares at her from one side of its huge head.
He slaps the cow's rump. Sneakers wail into cowhide
and with an indignant bellow of disgust rider and cow are off, girless,
toward the saltlick, leaving the kiss
and the red barn, but a memory.
*PS I am the girl LOL, I had a kissin' Cousin!
August 28th 1968*
Written: by Tom Wright
3/20/2014
Without joy I faced a mountainous rise,
A pale rider had entry into my day.
Sitting astride, the specter of my demise,
No longer, my concerns, could I allay.
But from uplifted prayer, an answer,
Descended not as an eminent surprise;
I was jolted by news that it was cancer
By the Holy Spirit, God did baptize.
Straightaway from that earlier mount,
Came sudden alterations to my life.
The pale rider was dropped for the count,
God’s unseen hand controlled the knife.
*The day that I committed my life to Jesus
Had Cancer at age 28
Alive today at 75
Praise God
The Best
Hook
You bring it out
yes
you bring it out the best
you are my reason why
i feel i found that lucky guy
(Verse 1)
Let me come in the door
you grab my coat
you give me a kiss
before i spoke
you said baby how was your day
i said baby it was ok
you do anything to put a smile on my face
you say i missed you
and then you show it
the little things mean more
than you know it
my feelings for you i can't control it
(Chorus)
you bring out the best
in me
yes you do
you bring out the best in me
you know its true
you bring out the best in me
thats so real
you bring out the best
thats how i feel
Verse 2
I listen to your words
that escape from your mouth
yes
you represent success
yes
you proven to me
that you are my rider
no matter the situation
you stick by my side
you let me take a ride
on a rollercoaster with you
you are the perfect picture for my view
if i had to do it over i would not
you are a memorie to not be forgot
you are my heart my boo
you bring out the best in me too
Chorus)
you bring out the best
in me
yes you do
you bring out the best in me
you know its true
you bring out the best in me
thats so real
you bring out the best
thats how i feel
(bridge)
You are the best
yes
And so am I
You must be the blessing from the sky
(repeat 1×)
Chorus)
you bring out the best
in me
yes you do
you bring out the best in me
you know its true
you bring out the best in me
thats so real
you bring out the best
thats how i feel
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by:Concetta Hardnett
12/16/2018
The horse trotted briskly as it approached the gate
Its petite rider examined the man waiting outside
He managed to mumble something about being late
But his attraction to her he could not hide
After asking a few questions she made him an offer
But he had gotten lost in her blue eyes
The questions she asked, he couldn't remember
That he was under her spell was no surpise
She had powers greater than he could imagine
For she was well steeped in the black arts
A game of seduction he could not win
She was seducing him right from the start
His desire for her kept building each day
He wasn't the first to have romantic intentions for her
He didn't consider that he was the prey
Like others before him, his demise did not cause a stir
--
3-3-18
I'm not a drone, a plane, or a superman. I'm not snow, hail, or the Rainman.
I'm a big bird; I ride the wind and soar. I listen to the air flows that tell me when
I have healthy feet, but I was born to fly. I'm not anti-social, but most times I fly alone.
I love the heights and the embrace of the mountain I can see something the size of a rabbit three miles away
Remember the famous American hero, Mr. Benjamin Franklin? He was not a friend of mine, and you can't imagine what he said about me.
In fact, he preferred the wild turkey as the emblem of America instead of me, and would you believe it if I told you that he called me a coward and a thief?
Notice what he said in 1784: "For my own part,” he wrote, “I wish the Bald Eagle had not been chosen the Representative of our Country. He is a Bird of bad moral Character. He does not get his Living honestly.… Besides he is a rank Coward: The little King Bird not bigger than a Sparrow attacks him boldly and drives him out of the District.”*
I tell you, I don't know what to say except, "Hey, it's a wild kingdom out here". Mr. Franklin was a very smart man, but apparently he doesn't understand the wilds. Why if it had not been for the Endangered Species Act, I would probably not be talking to you today. Anyway, Thanks America for keeping me alive, wild, and free.
042420PoSpCtest, Wild, Anthony Slausin *Web sight: The Cornell Lab, All About Birds
We had Debbie Gibson,
And Motley Crew.
We had Jon Bon Jovi,
and Scooby-Do.
We had Axl Rose,
And MTV.
We had school
house rock,
And MR. T.
We had Alf,
And Pac-Man.
We had Doc Martins,
and Duran, Duran.
We had Boy George,
And Bill and Ted.
We have Ferris Bueller,
home sick in bed.
We had Where's the Beef,
and Robo-cop.
We had Thunder Cats,
And pudding pops.
We had Ayatollah,
And the Whopper.
We had Spud McKenzie,
And Cyndi Lauper.
We had Ziggy Stardust,
And Family Ties.
We had Michael Jackson,
and Hungry Eyes.
We had Rainbow Bright,
And Flash Dance.
We had Pee Wee Herman
And Puffy pants.
We had Led Zeppelin,
And David Bowie.
We had Pink Floyd,
And Chocolate
Chips Ahoy.
We had Jaws,
And Richard Pryor.
We had the
war on drugs,
and Easy Rider.
TURBO1904 ?
The Dragon Riders Saga V
So many heroes had died that fated day, never again to fight
The only one to survive was standing over the Mage that night
Both had stood alone upon that once fabled battleground
The death screams of the dying Mage now the only sound
He let out one last deafening scream a crying evil lust
And everything that has been evil vanished into the dust
With his last ounce of strength the rider lifted his magic blade
Proclaiming the triumph of light over the darkness that evil had made
They had dodged so many death blows, neither gaining the upper hand
But this day light prevailed and defeated all that evil had planned
Evil had grown strong in time, and all too soon it had gotten loose
Poisoned the Earth and letting Hell's demons slip their noose
Battles fought and raged on ever front on the land and in the skies
Blood had been spilled without measure amid deaths horrid battle cries
The demons had found a master of magic and the darkness held them tight
They had feasted off of death and misery with unworldly delight
But the spirit of man dipped in courage and gallantry
Risked all, willing to die for what they believed, liberty
The hero they had chosen was a Dragon rider and a prince
His blood lines deep and noble, none like him before or since
Equipped with armor, sword, and shield he fought the demons well
And when they stood face to face came the evil's death knell
Over the centuries this heroic tale had gotten lost somehow
All they had sacrificed forgotten, well until now
So remember history can repeat itself should that knowledge we spurn
And then the evil will yet get another chance to return
FROSTY
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
A Stock Horse… High Country Bred
Dark Palomino with white patches on his body and head
A solid well-muscled body and sturdy big boned legs
With strong shoulders and a massive muscled rear end
…
Sure footed FROSTY would go anywhere
A gallop on the marshes through creeks and river beds
Up and down steep and rocky hills, through thick bush and scrub
Nothing would impede his progress, he never gave up
…
He would carry heavy loads of Kangaroo and Deer
A friend to so many on the regular weekend hunt
Not fazed, never flinch when the guns went off
Work all day in the bush from dawn to dusk
…
Working with the dogs to gather sheep from the hills and plains
His rider sitting comfortable and on a loose rein
Picking his way around the fallen timber and rocky scree
Nothing would stop him no need of spur or whip
Stock horse competitions he would excel and prove his worth
Trail riding he was hard to beat in manners and stamina
DUSTY was loved by all who had the chance to meet him
His reputation admired and known by country and city people alike
…
But on a cold windy winters, morning, FROSTY was startled
Rising from the rough and ragged ground where he lay
His leg got caught, snapped his shoulder, struggling to get up
A sad time next morning when he was found, there was no hope
…
FROSTY was put down
Buried on the wind swept plains where he was born
And close to another legend of the High Country
His Mom
…
Such a legend FROSTY was gone before his time
But he will be remembered for his nature and strength
For on the high country his memory lives amongst so many
And round the camp fires FROSTY story will be told
Penned on the 23/01/15
Yes, with pride inside...every cowboy rides...
even the very first...
and every rider decides, what hide to ride...
knowing they may hit the dirt,
And that cowboy ain't crazy...
ridin' that buckin' horse..
and that rider does amaze me...
astride that ropin' horse...
And that cowboy is blazingly...
ridin that cuttin' horse...
No that jockey can't be lazy...
winnin' on a racin' horse...
And no cowboy can hide what's deep inside...
what's country right from birth...
and every rider alive...rides with pride...
even the very first....
Even a youngster finds pleasure...
rockin' on a rockin' horse...
and a youngster learns to treasure....
playin' cowboy...yes, of course....
Yes, with pride inside, every cowboy rides...
even the very first...
and every rider decides, what hide to ride...
knowing they may hit the dirt...
And no cowboy can hide, what's deep inside...
what's country right from birth...
yes, every rider alive, rides with pride....
for every moments worth....
Ya'll.....that cowboy ain't crazy...
just a little country on a horse.
Written: May 13, 2025, for contest by Robert James Liguori
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On the golden steed, dreams catch flight,
In the sunny flame, rings of final sigh ignite.
A pale horse and rider fit through the haze,
Echoes of silence amid the shadow maze.
A raven melody on the burial ground,
Listen to the spooky melody where souls abound.
No sights emerge from Earth's frigid embrace,
Wind slashes across ashes in an endless chase.
However, haunting tunes excite my soul,
Your voice is an echo, drawing me whole.
Beyond life's veil, we interact with grace,
With God on our side, age shields its face.
I trek into the freezing mist in quest of light,
Mourning darkness hugs humanity tight.
Sunless days drag back dreams of the dead,
Demons sans souls laugh in mindless stead.
Focus on the raven call and pray for Earth's life,
Must humans explain everything for throe strife
Find a wayward child and follow the wild north,
Fear the black raven and adhere to the wise forth.
He spent an obedient portion of his life on Earth,
Dancing to the sound of the elderly man's mirth.
The dread felt by those who bear an oath,
In the text, he authored the screenplay for loath.
Be honest and ask them the right requests,
An outcry for liberation, a prayer for a life quest.
Despite the events, lives have come to a halt,
Ended before it started when the crowd exalt.
I hear all waking dads crying as a crow flies distort,
Life of the firstborn of mankind will be cut short.
Cruelly facing risk is the panacea for each dilemma,
As we hold in nonviolence, some are clear to edema.
Every man's heart from the dawn of time,
Having to live with seduction and crime.
Ascending in the valley of demise, shadow,
Knowing that I will bear my final air arrow.
Embrace the Valley of Death with dignity,
Despite the effects, we will act with divinity.
Join me as I lead you into the depths of death,
Yield me your soul and I will sip my last breath.
O, be honest and ask them the right requests,
An outcry for liberation, a prayer for a life quest.
Despite the events, lives have come to a halt
Ended before it started when the crowd exalt.