Now I don’t get your morals, and I don’t get your words You’re surrounded by a world that plays low blows and reverbs. That’s not a fair playing field, and no one is right, But like cattle to slaughter We back down from the fight. We fall into greed, we suffer from envy Don’t know … Continue reading Can Lambs Become Lions?
Category: Poetry
O Friend! My Friend!
O Friend! My friend! Our long ride is over. Chasing our mirage in the desert, we're nearly there, one last storm and we’re over the hill! You’ve fought hard for every battle. Your desert hooves have torn under those prairie skies and Rocky Mountain summer, you turned the Plains asunder. Winter loomed ahead and you … Continue reading O Friend! My Friend!
Flying
We are flying together, covering ground. Huge lungs become mine, Hearts pounding together, we go. We’re one. Veins surging Hindquarters bunching Releasing. Muscles tighten Swirled masses of raw, power Tightly wrapped thick bones. Lurching forward Thin metal, held lightly in place Grips tiny nails, pounding the ground Muscles expand rapidly Rippling a roaring frame Front … Continue reading Flying
Impurities
The black ebony slid across the blank white sheet Marking, slowly, gentle pressure An idea in mind Supposedly able to do anything. Holding the long wooden stick softly Slowly, it scratched across the paper Sketching. It’s supposed to be pretty, supposed to be right. Correctly molded it can be anything. As an eager child it … Continue reading Impurities
Let’s Play
Let’s play! Like puppies in a basket Or actors on a stage I just wanna play with you. You scrutinize and stare As the famished lion watches his prey A longing hunger growls thick inside Watching her free and innocent steps With hard, squinted, aching eyes. Beautiful, and tender bouncing before him It pains him … Continue reading Let’s Play
The Storm Horse
The wind howled against the windowpanes. His hooves pounded against her chest. Each step rattled the earth, shook her soul. He thundered up the hill, nostrils flared, Short, labored breath. They charged across powdery landscape. It moved with them. They were one, plowing through Snowdrifts and muddy cow-trails. Speckled brown and white, Fleabitten grey Fuzzy, coat … Continue reading The Storm Horse
Guardian Angel
My pint-sized angel packaged in silky down Overseeing my petty childish steps Is my guardian angel, and my childhood pet. Though sadly I paid no heed To my little white winged guardian Cooing and beckoning for warm affection So occasionally I stopped And those snowy feathers my Lilliputian hands gathered up And there he perched … Continue reading Guardian Angel
Wildflower
Wildflower – she is a wildflower When the soft wind blows and the coyote cries Where the harsh sky howls and the angels don’t fly A pale tumbleweed rolls by, The crack of thunder moans And the dirt flies. That’s when she comes, she’s a wildflower Landing where the wind plants her seed, Thriving in … Continue reading Wildflower
To Ride A Bike
Now I leave this little bar, who stole my night In great company and bold conversation. I’m riding through dampened moonlight, Blurred white lines and whirring leaves The moon shines and disappears, She peaks through trees. I’m heading West, I trust the mountains But I can’t see well. He’s riding next to me. His … Continue reading To Ride A Bike
