Short Roan Poems

A lattice of late summer
comes too soon.
Mere minutes mold us away--
cups half moon.

"Semper Fi" hangs on cold lips
far from home--
love lingers and always lasts
amid the leaves of roan....

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upon blue grass hills
roan stallion grazed among mares
verdant and serene



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Although not for her contest,
my regards to Tania for her
inspiration.  Merci...

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Enter
in a hue
pulled from a rainbow
the blue roan 
in a garland of blue roses
setting a tone
for the sky alone to compete



5/5/2019

A Garland Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward...

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sitting there you would never imagine the roan he's traveled
the scares the scratches...the eyes
years ago when I first seen him...the white tiger far from  home
to today you never here the cries,...

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R-emark
O-f
A-uthor
N-icely

Y-ields
E-xpression's
Y-early
E-xciting

P-oem
E-mploying
R-emarkable
L-etter's
A-crosric
S-alutations

Topic: Birthday of Roan Yeye Perlas (April 29) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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R-ighteous
O-utstanding
A-crostic
N-eeds

Y-our
E-yes
Y-ielding
E-xcellent

P-oem's
E-xceptional
R-emarkable
L-ine
A-bout
S-weetness

Topic: Birthday of Roan Yeye Perlas (April 29) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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It was neither
a good place
nor bad
to end up.
It just was.

The roan lay amongst
glowing pebbles,
the silky water
spreading out its mane.
A grey eye,
just under,
looked up
searching for the blue sky
and the beckoning herd
and valley.


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He opened a door, approaching a massive thunderstorm.
The lizard king pounding vocal strings at the whisky a go go,
lightning bolts striking everywhere.

He was born groping for doors 
that's how he probably died
spurring the flanks of roan thunderheads
in a torrent called we call life....

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R-oad to glory makes your soul
O-pen to heavenly bliss; 
A-llowing your strong spirit
N-ot to break or go amiss.

Y-our heart is filled with mirth, 
E-rasing the agony; 
Y-our mind is truly focused, 
E-yeing the road to glory.

Topic: Birthday of Roan Yeye Perlas (April 29) 
Form: Acrostic Quatrain...

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If you are going to clone a clown you need a giant test tube.
This was stated by my ignoramous of a cousin, we call Rube.
He ordered the biggest one that a Prime truck could deliver.
I believe I will name my full-grown circus clown Mr. Sliver.
Why do you encourage him? Asked his mother’s cousin Roan.
“When he’s wasting time with this stuff,” she said “he leaves me alone”...

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I’m goin’ back to cowboy ways
 What difference can it make
 I shaved and took a bath last month
 She still left town with Jake




Bart was an oldtime gunslinger,
 One that you never saw.
 Lightnin’ fast on the trigger,but
 Awful slow on the draw.






He was struttin’ a high priced roan..
 Came for poker with us
 Sent him back broke and all alone
 Ridin’ a Greyhound bus...

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a lone rider on the mountaintop
illuminated by lightning
hat pulled low he spurs his horse
and rides down to my valley

water for the mount of roan
a blanket for the cold
the cowboy spins his story
I listen as it unfolds

enraptured and transfixed
I am captured by every word
before the night is over
the edge of reason becomes blurred

dawn reaches out through breaking clouds
as I reach across for you
but you rode out at sunrise
leaving nothing to cling to...

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Ginger and I first met at a horse auction,
she was described as a strawberry roan
a gentle nature with a three-legged gait,
creating a bumpy ride because of this trait.

I learned to ride with Ginger hours at a time,
we were in cinque with leg commands,
she was not a fast quarter horse,
what a relief as she plodded the course.

Many years and miles passed along,
I remember my first horse with pride,
she was Ginger with an even soul,
who taught me to ride on the whole....

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The sweet, dead myrrh
of new cowhide
never ceases to please--
it is palpable, tempered,
clay to touch, a naked
casing of imaginings.

We moisten it, make it cool
to cheek, dry it to immaculate
canvas, a pale flesh
of flame and warm breath.

Gently, we mallet it to meaning,
carve it to incandescence,
an unspoken speaking.

It is indigo water
in crackled blue vases
on sun-brimmed afternoons.

It is contentment
of satin skin, beveled roan flower--
a poem at tongue’s edge....

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On and on we meander 
             in might-have-beens:
                       the black spray-painted bed
in two-room efficiency apartment:
your roan lion mane of hair spread out
on white sheets like a lace of sea
                       we swim upon, 
soft stones lapping one another 
as the gurgling, artesian gush
from a brief sheath of time 
drips from you, primal amoebas
rising and falling 
from a froth of flaxen sea, 
a yeast of life
                        in the unlit oven....

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Half Alpaca, it spits if I dare kiss Cathy's ruby lips.
It plants a jacked-up rhubarb stalk,
a stiff stalking walk
if I dare roan hands over
my lovers compliance.

Cathy’s cat is much loved by itself
and also by the silky paws of its owner.
I think it may be transforming into a Burmese python
or something more slinky, sneaky, and lower.

As for I, it shows its one scorning pink eye
as it struts away
tail up, exposing a cool distain
as arrogantly possessive as any ‘fork you’ flag....

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