Long Side saddle Poems

It is a witchy tradition to pass down your first broom to
The next generation, but poor dear sweet Mable inherited an eye 
Sore from her elder granny, the handle topped end was crooked
In a twisted...

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growing up too soon

	you said: is there anything more excruciating than lagging behind
						being passed by
	a hasbeen
				still knocking on portals
twitching toes twirling thumbs
         in fidgety drawn-curtained waiting rooms

and...

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You wrap yourself 
in the feather boa fantasy of his dreams
sinuous you; X-rated and never sated
dancing to rock ‘n roll— 80’s dated

welcome to the conjugal jungle 
of not-so-rusted lust
sixty-something-shapely
your 25th anniversary groom
growls a naughty thought
“you...

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He was big and he was tough
Sort of primitive and hairy
On first encounter his face
Was frankly somewhat scary
He could .fight and he could cuss
Run a marathon without dropping
And when he got his dander up 
Boy...

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Godiva a Saint or a Goddess her tale unfolds thru legend and folklore 
Origin England a town named Coventry ‘tis where Godiva did dwell
Devoted to Leofric he set her a riddle/a love chase her ardour...

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Shimmering over a glassy sea, a moonlight carpet beams.
My walkway high to a starlit sky of memories from my dreams.

There mighty Taurus, rip-snortin’ bull, lowers his horns for battle.
Naked on his shoulders Seven Sisters ride...

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He sang seven songs of freedom
Whilst his cat danced a jig
And his monkey rode side saddle
On this pot bellied young pig
And the people of the village
All looked at him in awe
For none had ever seen
His...

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He rode his horse side saddle
Across the rolling plains
Scarlet polished finger nails
Gripping diamantéd reins
A little cocktail hat 
Resting on his head
Dingly dangly earrings
Sparkling ruby red.

This dandy of the cowboys
Dressed to impress one and all
Showing off...

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Like a dirty stain that should be removed,
the once clear distinction between men
and women has become murky and gray.
The stain grows and smears lines and 
edges, the shape of men and women
are remolded. Gone are...

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The Masque
By Rick Rucker

I go about my daily task,
Covered by my spiffy mask,

I ride Silver into town,
To save those, trodden down,

Accompanied, as I am, by Tonto,
I must get the bad guys, pronto!

It would seem to...

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I am not too keen on witches,
But I would love their broom
When I'm feeling downhearted
Up in the sky, I'd Zoom
The speed would excite me
With the wind blowing in my hair
The magic of the broomstick
Would erase...

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Cruising, we pose, in our wonderland chair, towering above our smiles,
dressed in Autumnal orange and black, my arm around you for awhile.
Insouciant in spiffy suit, you sweetheart me in with juniper-mint cologne.
Black strappy-sandals felicitous dangle,...

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