Short Concourse Poems

From St. Patrick's pent horses to out horse


She rode St. Patrick's day wild horses
Through leprechauns and lucky Joe's of course
She rode her horses well
Every horse loved her swell
In came a pony changing the concourse

connie pachecho

3/14/17...

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She rode with him to Shebuktoo


she rode up and down the hilly concourse
riding shot gun like on his big white horse
when he shot his gun high in the air
a huge blast of shouts shook the pair
in frenzy she bucked, too, arriving with a force

connie pachecho

2/24/17...

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Like inundated praise
the rhetoric concern of tithe
ballooning, like a fact implied
inertia blinds with its deride!

To see it straight, to moor divine
I buckle too, as then resign
so many voices, tail wind's fine
could move ahead, so never mine?

Concourse profane, am strong at thine,
but trying self ~ so far behind!...

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Concourse with no passenger limits
Un-restricted access to all corridors
Freely navigating space and time
Winding aimlessly along each meter
Easy, un-restrained, rhythmless strides
No pattern to my steps
Pausing for no apparent reason
Deliberately browsing through each strand
Informally addressing every subject I meet
Disconnected from the discourse around me...

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Some villainous perception of remorse
my heart in time care not sadness' endorse.
For knowing you, all beauty comes a source
and I am led to empathy's enforce.

Thee, love, how grave the choice and yet the stores
of wisdom seems to dance within to score us.
Perception, Oh this wonder not divorce
or bring to rule, while love is yet concourse.

Do mate the hour between us as a force,
forever good - forever to restore us!...

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