Short Bareback Poems

lover's lane express
bareback seat bronco busters
rodeo for two...

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over her head and into the fence
bareback riding makes me so tense...

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sunbathing bareback
mosquito season over
life is good



posted on June 1, 2018...

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bareback on a beach
my mare and I out of reach
   sea spray on my feet

16/01/2017...

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Women get a charge off a steed
That understands their basic need
To gallop bareback
And take up the slack
Girls love to come with all due speed!...

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To become an equestrian first-class
  Jerry had to learn to ride on the grass
    He took off the saddle
    The equus skedaddled
  Poor Jerry! He thought 'bareback' meant bare-hass...

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Once knew a gal named Juliette
Who always wanted to perform a duet
On the back of a horse
Riding bareback of course
Delivering mail for the pony express


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Texas is renowned for cowboys and cattle
And riding bareback without any saddle
Not winning ball teams
But inevitably it seems
Hopefully the Jays will win this epic battle


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Monday here again
A seventh of my life
To sit and sip
a third coffee
And plan the day
Lord how I'd love to get away
To Summer beach
To count the sea
To ride the seventh wave
Or sit a bareback horse and see
If I can just behave
I'm getting old
The coffee's cold
I still have time to save...

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In a market outdoors one day, Pam
was caught pilfering using a pram.
Fast away that lass flew
bareback on a young ewe.
One might say she was then "on the lam(b)."


For john freeman's limerick contest.
If I have to name a category, I'll call this one
"use of an expression inside a limerick"...

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The sky is a lesser blue now,
but the same winter-knifing wind I remember
off the ridges, across alfalfa fields….
Just condos now, impervious to weather.
Cantering bareback on Molly – 
saddle on its sawhorse back in the barn –
I was Lone Ranger, last of my breed.
A flake of hay for Molly, years gone by…....

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My hopes were high
For a future that held
Change riding in fast
On wild horses
Bareback and free
On a sunny morning 
I saw my life being 
Born again
It’s mother was a young 
Possibility
Brimming with expectation
I watched as labor pains 
Became growing pains
And my life darted 
Steadily towards the horizon...

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In dreams I ride bareback the wild horses
Long hair loose and flowing behind 
free as their manes and tails
As gentle breeze embraces my form
Moonlight mesmerising my mind
as I trip through the stars
Exhilarated, racing heart, free to roam
Unrestricted on barren lands
Returning back to horizons reality....

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She’s on white stallion
Bareback sitting properly
Providing beauty

As she passes by my tent
Leaving me breathless
As she is now the sunlight

That brightens my days
I see her riding, always
To the front of camp

She is the lady gen’ral
I’ll follow her to my death



Choka: epic poem 5/7/5 7/5/7 5/7/5 7/7...

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A wall with our unified attack 
together we can take anything down;
Even naked riding horses bareback;

A big city in sync with a small town,
sane but a bit twisted with anarchy;
This rebellion will be world renown;

No longer content to just let things be 
there is still something here to save;
If you fight you belong at this party;

Call us malignant but we’ll misbehave,
crashing on the shore we are the wave....

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Out on the heath hies a lady in white,
Riding a giant toad;
Who is that woman, luminescently bright,
Spurring her steed on the road?

West Country witch whom, legends recount,
Transformed her man with a spell:
Cuckolding lover, she made him her mount—
Unclad, she straddles him well.

Reptile croaking along on the path;
Lady, equestrienne witch,
Whacking his scaly skin with a lath,
Hopping each brook and broad ditch....

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O leviathan,
enter the dark cloud of death
defanging fire,
the mountain wants to shiver.

Sand was slipping from my fists.
I cannot hold the time;
wet eyes
will find another moon.

The milk had dried up in body.
A heart burns like bonfire,
for a heretic. A lone stranger
in a city of wolves.

A bareback beauty sits on the rock
waits for the sea
to bring her the poison. An Aphrodite
will never call for nothing.


Satish Verma...

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O leviathan,
enter the dark cloud of death
defanging fire,
the mountain wants to shiver.

Sand was slipping from my fists.
I cannot hold the time;
wet eyes
will find another moon.

The milk had dried up in body.
A heart burns like bonfire,
for a heretic. A lone stranger
in a city of wolves.

A bareback beauty sits on the rock
waits for the sea
to bring her the poison. An Aphrodite
will never call for nothing.


Satish Verma...

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forget forget
don't let this cozy
castle of cards
cave in on me
rain on my parade-
language is built
on charades, empty
molds of words,
cascades of dripping
thoughts. the night
lies heavy & distraught,
confused why it's
always so dark.
(stark dark)
my body is the
mark of the
devil, my soul:
miracle, a complete
act of god.
forgotten forgotten
the earth is 
rotten &
covered in dust-
thrust out of the
sky, i ride bareback,
clinging to the
gasping land....

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The White Mare 
the incoming tide made an island out of
the sand bank where I sat, king for a day,
made a crown of coarse grass
but since I only ruled over a few crabs, who
bit my finger when I shook their claws, I
renounced my crown and swam ashore.
Sanitation workers, in blue overalls and
logo, heckled me since I was not like them
and they made fun of my crown.
On an incoming wave a white mare came,
bareback I mounted and gently the horse
trotted amongst the awestruck workers...

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