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Draconian measures promise to hobble future SEPTA transit riders

Draconian measures promise to hobble future SEPTA transit riders

one of whom would be
this married sexagenarian,
who recently acquired
his Senior Fare Card
courtesy Trump's big beautiful bill
dog days of summer
will experience big beautiful chill
videre licet courtesy
slated budget cuts
intimating a worse fate
than getting root canal,
whereby militant dentist 
woulf blithely recount his days 
as oil rig employee 
when he/she uttered

The Dragon Riders Saga V

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

The Dragon Riders Saga IV

The Dragon Riders Saga IV
Suddenly the hot breath if death came searing upon his back
As he turned around the creature ever quickly did attack

Thrown from the cave he turned and arched hard into a dive
Speed he needed in the air to turn sharp enough to survive

His enemy was cold blooded, heartless, and expertly precise
What he

The Dragon Riders Saga III

The Dragon Riders Saga III


You nor he may yet know his birthright or even his name
Long have I watched you both and why to him it was now I came

You'll need the Armor, shield, sword, and talisman to win this war
You two are prophecies last hope and one this world cannot ignore

Born and trained for

The Dragon Riders Saga II

The Dragon Riders Saga II

The Dragon had returned to the clearing where he'd left his rider near neardeath
Hearing the strange tale brought mission purpose back and fire to his breath

A healer had found his friend somehow from the the universe of magic unknown
Now time was precious and running out their mission together again had grown

Just

The Dragon Riders Saga

The Dragon Riders Saga I

Dragon and rider were weary from the fight
They had watched so many of their kind die this night

The wounds of battle go deep as are their woes
Scars upon their bodies, their bleeding soul knows

So long had they trained to serve and to protect
They were more than friends having learned mutual respect

The

Star Riders

Brothers of the Sea

Meet the Sisters of the Moon

And sail to the Stars

The Riders of the Grey Smoke

 The Riders of the Grey Smoke
In a dark dream

Lost in the Midnight Garden
I looked for you

Within its semi-darkness

I walked through the softly blowing winds 
Of The Lands of the Ether and Blue

And called out loudly to you 
Praying you'd answer 
To help me get through

But in that dark dream
Lost in the Midnight Garden

It stayed

The wind is swirling in the Tree: Harley Davison motor bike riders are coming to town

The sun is melting at a hundred and five degrees and the wind is swirling in the trees, the petals are opening wide in the skies and the motorcycles are rolling by. Hundreds of them in line rolling down the street in a similar pattern and they are riding in an orderly fashion, men and

Star Riders

The end, so close yet so far
We're riding our shooting star
Our life, the blink of an eye
A flash, that lights up the sky
It's sad so few will see
Our brilliant entirety
But for, those few that do
Imagine the dazzling view.

In life, blazing a trail,
At the end, a star with a tale.

Pale Riders

Pale Riders
(Not for the under-eighteen crowd, or the faint-hearted.)


Stars and Stripes waved in such bright glory,

                over bleeding children's corpses.

the braves were far away
 
               

Riders Up

I stood at the rail, watching a filly called Midnight Black
and breathed in the pungent scent of liniment and leather.
Love for Thoroughbred racing lures me back to the track,
even when the course is sloppy from stormy weather.

Earlier, I observed her in the paddock, saddled as she walked.
She sensed it was race day, as around the

The Riders of the Purple Sage

he Riders of the Purple Sage
                                                 

Riders

Riders

Rumble and thunder, 
here they come, 
no one dare, ask...
from where. 

The bikes, their trikes...
their toys for adventure, 
seen on the horizon, 
like a storm. 

Freedom in their banners, 
their plates made of;
gold, silver... winged, 
Indians'
and Victory'
at hand. 
Harley and friends, 
well-represented, 
in all the land. 

Real men, and tough chicks, 
enjoying the ride...
like cowboys

The Rough Riders

The U.S. was fighting against Spain over their colonial policies with Cuba,
And Asist. Secretary of the Navy, Theodore Roosevelt resigned his position just to join the volunteer cavalry. One of three regiment raised in 1898 for the Spanish-American War was the 1st U.S. Volunteer Cavalry fondly known as 
The Rough Riders. Roosevelt recruited a diverse

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