Horse Sestina Poems

A cowboy’s life’s not easy,
as he rides across the range.
His bed roll on the saddle; 
his spurs, they bang and clang.
A campfire is his cook...

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High noon in Fort Laramie, the summer sun is oppressive.
A whalebone corset digs into my body’s tender parts.
Peering from the shop, my hand touching the...

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Back in the days, when men bold,
spun golden legends;
of exploits in the wild west;
of punch-in and herd-in cows
and saloon brawls where they’d shoot
and scores of...

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Clouds were rolling 
along against a stark sky, the day 
the day the old Iron Horse 
came through the mile-long tunnel.
It chugged on down
into town...

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The summer sun was high. The heat was oppressive.
A whalebone corset dug into my body's tender parts.
Peering from the shop, my hand touches the pane
of...

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There are smells and sights and tastes which always remind 
of Grandma with her rows of flowers bright,
the red of poppy the gladiolas white, the...

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The summer sun was high. The heat was oppressive.
The whalebone corset dug into the body's tender parts.
Peering from the shop, my hand touching the pane
of...

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Paul C. Burk

A Sestina you would Harley notice.

No mere mortal will ever ride a Hog 
that shines and gleams in all its chrome 
and paint....

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Inspiration sparks when
a shooting star crosses
the starry, twinkling Heavens,
revealing its gradeur, beauty and sadness;
and if we follow it to its destination...
where it will finally land.


Inspiration...

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Sails gliding on the shimmering sea,
don't be hasty to engulf silence 
as the chapel's choir engages in a spiritual oratorio praising Him;
an octave higher or...

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