Long Stirrups Poems
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Running wild propelled by echoes of thunderous hooves clip clopping rhyme
A troop of stallions gallop in assonance over fields of pasture in adnomination
Display streams of collective unconsciousness un-trapped by stirrups and reigns
Apposition knows no boundaries when pairing takes part in euphonic neighing
Here in Nirvana they need neither hyperbole nor euphemism to cover lost ground
Para-diastole does not exist in equine paradise as syncope and solecism canter
Karma has no boundaries and parrhesia has lost the shadows of juxtaposed isms
Unsaddled from the weight of the whip the horizon bears no limit for freedom
The herd adheres not to the pathetic fallacy of tamed nature riding roughshod
Over rhetorical questions or self-styled syllepsis of spurs spurned on by clatter
When I look at the feast of mares and fillies following instinct and pure inclination
My path finds their spoor on track to a promised land of inhibition and pleasure
29th March 2020
A Cowboy's Journal
By: Tom Wright
10/10/98
The old corral stands,
silver and smooth from no care.
From years of neglect,
in the crisp mountain air.
Earlier covered with frost
now black and wet from the thaw.
I saddled Sugar Foot, my Mustang,
then searched my vest for a chaw.
Finishing up with my Mustang,
I checked again old Jack.
He was packed out with water,
along with a full winters tack.
It is Molly's first pack trip
and her load fits like a glove.
Now, it's off to the Line Shack,
beyond the ridge top above.
Snow to Sugar Foots belly,
I had to ride through.
With ice frozen to my stirrups,
but what's a Cowboy to do.
I'll keep the fences mended,
even rounding up a stray.
and on cold winter nights,
keep the Wolves at bay.
Then alone at night,
by the fireplace I'll sit.
Listening to the fire talk,
while I whittle and spit.
As Christmas approached
I had myself a real treat.
For I bagged a big Elk
and had fresh camp meat.
Enough meat to last
beyond next springs thaw.
When I'll pack out my animals
and head back down the draw.
Smooched in candy apple she pouched her cinnamon lips
The fair had come into town with travellers and wagons
It was that time of the year when dreams would come true
Glittered in mellow fairy dust of innocence and imagination
Lucy was finally old enough to mount the carnival horse
The carrousel took her on a roller coaster ride to heaven
Golden locks mingled with the wild stallions quivering mane
A cow girl on paradise’s tracks to unbound passion and joy
‘More and once again please just for one time’
Ears full of musical aura of unfettered hooves clattered
Popped the drums as they galloped across the wild prairie
As she went dizzy with laughter and the charm of delight
She embraced the withers and bounced up in the saddle
Looked with swelling pride at the crest full of promise
Tiny legs barely reached the stirrups feathered in tussles
‘Better than chocolate sprinkles on coconut iced cream’
A match of tender caress and touch of rocking intuitive trust
Daddy smiled and vowed to never grow up
Foreplay starts hours before the bedroom.
Leaving a note on your car while you’re working,
As flowers are delivered in bloom.
Later, rubbing your feet to ease the hurting.
Over dinner, listening to your day.
Engaging every detail as your best friend.
Like when we first met, still the same today.
One of the secrets, don’t let the courting end.
Drawing a bath with popping bubbles.
Oils and a couple from the ice cube tray.
Solace for a night from life’s troubles,
Starting down through pleasure’s parfait.
My right hand sliding from your face,
Over the ear to your hair it grasps.
Our lips flowing together in a slow pace,
As my left hand massages your ass with tight clasps.
Laying you down under the light of the moon,
Candle’s flickers dance among our needs.
A cuddle making a fork from a spoon.
Hot wax drips the body’s tense pleads.
My tongue traces each of your curves.
To make them all mine this night.
Each part given what it deserves.
Knowing where and when to bite.
With the right pressure on every button,
Finding and keeping the perfect rhythms.
Loving you French, Greek, and Russian.
In and out of all the positions.
Two finger tricks in love and smut.
Just two inches in, then up.
Making a pea become a walnut.
While your hands hold your legs like stirrups.
Opening that box of our toys.
Black leather with whips and chains.
Clothes lines and collars employs
Us playing Asphyxia’s dangerous games.
From each encounter, perfecting my skill set,
And if your heart ever turns to another,
Your mind and body to never forget,
When once and still I be, your greatest lover.
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Contest: Hotsy Totsy
Sponsor: Rachel Firmin
Written: 02.14.15
*Forever grateful to Dr. Ernst Gräfenberg (1881-1957) and every woman I’ve ever known*
A rainbow stallion
hailed, as if a cab.
I laid a hundred bucks
under his leather saddle.
I stepped into the stirrups,
then whipped onto
his primeval back.
I’d been expecting him.
An adventure I’d been told…
I knew nothing of how to ride
and knew only to pay his price.
He spoke! Yes, he spoke!
“Kick my sides, not too light,
not too hard.”
Surprised, I followed his instructions.
Away we flew. To where, only he knew.
The stubborn mule wouldn’t tell me.
We flew fast, we rode hard
until we reached the fairies and unicorns.
The fairies had little swords
embellished with ancient words.
The unicorns were fighting with their horns,
the sound of thunder, strikes of lightning.
“So, why are we here?”
The stallion says, pointing sternly at me,
“You need to stop this war!”
“What?” I say, “Why me?
“Isn’t it obvious?” the stallion frowns,
“You wouldn’t eat your daughter’s pixie dust cake,
you wouldn’t play hide’n seek unicorn and flatly
said you didn’t believe in fairytales.”
“Do you believe in rainbow stallions? the horse mocked.
“Okay…okay, but
how do I stop this war?”
“Alright, we’re getting somewhere,” the stallion snorted.
“Go to the old owl’s tree. Open it up. There’s a clock.
You must turn it back to yesterday.”
“Where is it?”
“Must I do everything for you? You have until midnight to figure it out.”
“What happens if I can’t return to yesterday?”
“An unhappily ever after.
Now get going! Today is burning daylight!”
I awake from my dream, hoping this is yesterday…
My daughter spins into the room,
“Daddy, I rode on a horsie’s back.
He was so pretty. He told me you would help me
find pixie dust and unicorns. Will ya…will ya, Daddy?”
“Hold on, sweetheart…”
I run outside in bare feet.
I hear an owl. I see his tree.
Before I wouldn’t have believed nor seen
the clock. I wind it back.
Let the party begin. I’ve taken stock.
Ten years later she reminds me
of the sweetest day,
time spent wisely. The owl daily says,
“Who…who’s the guy!” with a wink,
dream and a little sleep.
8/24/2022
I put a grin on your face.
She said, "Release my shackles, darling,"
I'm looking for you; I'm just looking for you.
And if you don't mind, I'll meet you shortly.
Allowing your spirit to embrace my spirit.
And rekindle the green paths.
And you read an extract from the book.
I saw you beckoning to me early one morning.
I lifted a sheet that was hushed up the moon.
Then the glitter showed up.
On the meadow, I followed his lead.
Showing a significant breakthrough.
I believe I've hit the heart of the problem.
I felt I was made out of words.
And now I'm gone.
And I soared without a trace of muck.
"Your nation has a history," he said.
"I glimpse her in that moon," I told him.
And my stirrups shade is shifting.
In contrast, I'm rowing to the right.
There's something I've seen on the left.
A thick fog.
Wind and poisons are both harmful.
I hopped on board with my passion.
I've knocked you out.
You are the rivers streams.
And you are the purity of the mirror.
You are the hills; you are the hills.
You are the sand, and I am the ocean.
You are the peoples motivation.
You. You...
A group of people spoke, then a sound woke me up.
As if I hadn't already guessed.
Says I heard the poem and the whole discourse.
"Are you interacting with others in your dreams?"
"True, that is true," I've been smirking.
Your land is lovely.
"The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives
fully is prepared to die at any time." ~Mark Twain
Life’s greatest mystery is
Death –
It’s not God,
It’s not Soul,
It’s not the heavens
nor the laws of Nature.
Death is omnipresent and omnipotent,
At once personal and universal,
It’s an absolute and irrevocable experience.
The inevitable end to life,
The only sanctuary
from the rigors of life;
The final destination to life’s journey,
No matter which way you traverse
you are bound to end up dead.
Life is like riding a horse
Without you holding the reins
or your feet in the stirrups,
Like driving a car
Without your hands on the wheels
or your foot on the brakes;
It’s like taking a roller coaster ride over
a route of steep inclines and sharp turns
with the prospects of all the thrills
and the heart-stopping descent.
Death is life’s greatest miracle
Your only road to salvation,
A portal to the soul’s
ultimate metamorphosis—
the only way getting back home.
Give me death any time
for life exacts harsh wages,
Life, for once, will abandon you;
But death,
Ha, death! will always stand by you.
~02/09/23
~contest: Writing Challenge "D" word
~Sponsor: Constance La France.
Life’s greatest mystery
is Death –
It’s not God,
It’s not Soul,
It’s not the heavens
Or the laws of Nature.
The inevitable end
to our existence,
The only sanctuary
from the rigors of life,
The final destination
to our life’s journey;
No matter which way
you traverse,
You are bound
to end up dead!
Life is like riding a horse
without you holding the reins
Or your feet in the stirrups,
Like driving a car
without your hands
on the wheels
Or your foot on the brakes;
It’s like taking a
roller coaster ride
over a route of steep
inclines and sharp turns
with the prospects of
all the thrills and
heart-stopping descent!
Death is life’s greatest miracle –
The Absolute, Irrevocable Truth;
Your only road to salvation,
A portal to the soul’s
ultimate metamorphosis!
Ha, give me death any time,
For life exacts harsh wages,
Life for once might abandon you
But death,
It will always stand by you!
"The Life of Death" contest by Anthony Salusen
~"Death and Dying" contest by Debbie Guzzi
Can you hear my heartbeat
To the sound of little feet
Running around me meowing
Like a cat or barking
Can you hear my jilted fears
Pealed away like green pear skins
Rebuked by real and imagined sins
Flipped like a pancake drenched in syrup
Then like a cowgirl in stirrups
Ridden past green trees and tumbleweed
Until the heartbeats aren’t tumbling
Into the abyss of a denied kiss
I can hear it in my ear
Strong steady ready for what comes
Will you be the mystery mahogany inspiring
My hearts beating all odds
Humor me and sing a melody
Share and care dare to be
Red bleeding heart on a sleeve
Note: All lines in this heap are from failed sonnets that I tried to stack without having any two consecutive lines come from the same poem. I had to break the rule twice. It was nice to find a use for this trash, though. I'm sure a few can relate:
Often I think of how the canyon laughs,
what jokes, I muse, would free stuffy stockades?
And if the sheep had herded men with staffs,
would darkness come out, not into the caves?
What lambs or sheep use cripples just for skin,
to drape within the light from early day,
From their helium balloon canyon’s den,
How would they know if tides were high to stay?
Of milk lavender tulips, though, I flow,
as satin lace in leather stirrups through,
The march I may in august do in snow,
for hell has frozen over, don’t you know?
Yesterday, even, on my t.v. screen,
I saw a child wearing a shirt that said:
“Help save the volta, doubles have been seen,
Terrible truths of one that two are dead!”
So sink and seize this season's silliness,
who does her hair while wielding a sword,
unspoken are the kisses between us.
when prayers pray for want of loving lords;
Yet, my own veins feel lighter they do,
she cuts at skin but doesn’t say good bye,
I’ll tell you this, that it doesn’t do you,
hand me the Kleenex, someone spit in thine eye!
I was in love and now I’m still in love,
but she, or you, you spin me crazy love!
But then, I breathe, as canyons laugh at me,
What? Laugh at these! I hope you stay thirsty!