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Waiting For You
Softly the rain touches my face
Freshly a cool breeze blows
Chatters stalks of tall grass
Bending around my hips
Making my blue lips quiver
Half with cold and hungry for you
Will this discovery ever end
Pleasure as my only thought
Still searches for you
My heart beats all alone
Watching like a ghost
Searching for its bones
Dying to be alive again
Past this emptiness in my soul
Waiting for love to be born
Freshly a cool breeze blows
Chatters stalks of tall grass
Bending around my hips
Making my blue lips quiver
Half with cold and hungry for you
Will this discovery ever end
Pleasure as my only thought
Still searches for you
My heart beats all alone
Watching like a ghost
Searching for its bones
Dying to be alive again
Past this emptiness in my soul
Waiting for love to be born
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Posted: Aug 2016
About this poem:
Missing the feeling of love
What
What path is taken
Cannot be taken back
And footprints mark
And wash away
Like memories we thought
Would be remembered
A journal always open
Better left blank
Cannot be taken back
And footprints mark
And wash away
Like memories we thought
Would be remembered
A journal always open
Better left blank
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Posted: Dec 2017
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online today!My Days Are Numbered
My days are numbered from the beginning.
I live just to die.
So when I disappoint you.
Please don't ask me the reason why.
I'm not perfect far from it.
Don't want to be an angel in your eyes.
I want to ride the winds.
I want my freedom to be alive.
I want to choose my own fate.
I don't want to learn to hate.
I choose to have the innocence of a child.
I want to run this world wild.
So if you've come to tame me.
Let me save you all your time.
You live your life, I will live mine.
And if destiny binds our paths.
And we choose to walk hand and hand.
Our love will hold us together.
For our life here on this land.
But if you choose to let me go.
I will always understand.
I have known from the beginning.
I am reserved for a special type of man.
For I will always have the passion.
Want let no one take it from me.
I will always live life to the fullest.
No matter where I might be.
If I am in life's sorrows.
And tears leak from my eyes.
If anger rises from me.
And makes my body cry.
It still a part of living.
Another path to go down.
I will live it to the fullest.
Knowing happiness will come around.
I live just to die.
So when I disappoint you.
Please don't ask me the reason why.
I'm not perfect far from it.
Don't want to be an angel in your eyes.
I want to ride the winds.
I want my freedom to be alive.
I want to choose my own fate.
I don't want to learn to hate.
I choose to have the innocence of a child.
I want to run this world wild.
So if you've come to tame me.
Let me save you all your time.
You live your life, I will live mine.
And if destiny binds our paths.
And we choose to walk hand and hand.
Our love will hold us together.
For our life here on this land.
But if you choose to let me go.
I will always understand.
I have known from the beginning.
I am reserved for a special type of man.
For I will always have the passion.
Want let no one take it from me.
I will always live life to the fullest.
No matter where I might be.
If I am in life's sorrows.
And tears leak from my eyes.
If anger rises from me.
And makes my body cry.
It still a part of living.
Another path to go down.
I will live it to the fullest.
Knowing happiness will come around.
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Posted: Dec 2011
About this poem:
Be yourself and live life as if there is no tomorrow. In the end it is not how clean my floors were or how much money I had I want to be thinking about. It is how many people I really got to know. And how long I could look at just one flower and still see it as if it was the first time I looked at it.
My friend
He comes to me when I feel low.
He looks and senses that somehow.
He gives me reassurance when I feel alone.
He never angers and never moans.
He's been my friend and confidente,
For 15 years and not been paid a cent.
I value him above all my friends.
We don't fight so no need for amends.
He loves me unconditionally,
And I love him as he loves me.
No other has so consistently
Seen me thru troubles and adversity.
When I am blue he knows that too.
He keeps me company just we two.
When I am feeling tired or sick
He comes to me and shares a lick.
If I'm restless and in bed cold
He marches in oh so very bold.
He wraps around my feet and toes
And I really think he truly knows.
He never goes and he never strays.
I'll hold him dear til his final days.
He doesn't have any bad habits,
Unless you consider chasing rabbits.
If you wonder who would be so loyal
Tis my cat that treats me royal.
He is now old and getting thin
But a true and tried friend he's been.
Occassionally complains, seems to talk,
Only because I forget to clean his litterbox.
l'll love him fiercely 'til he's passed away.
And will grieve untold in my own way.
He looks and senses that somehow.
He gives me reassurance when I feel alone.
He never angers and never moans.
He's been my friend and confidente,
For 15 years and not been paid a cent.
I value him above all my friends.
We don't fight so no need for amends.
He loves me unconditionally,
And I love him as he loves me.
No other has so consistently
Seen me thru troubles and adversity.
When I am blue he knows that too.
He keeps me company just we two.
When I am feeling tired or sick
He comes to me and shares a lick.
If I'm restless and in bed cold
He marches in oh so very bold.
He wraps around my feet and toes
And I really think he truly knows.
He never goes and he never strays.
I'll hold him dear til his final days.
He doesn't have any bad habits,
Unless you consider chasing rabbits.
If you wonder who would be so loyal
Tis my cat that treats me royal.
He is now old and getting thin
But a true and tried friend he's been.
Occassionally complains, seems to talk,
Only because I forget to clean his litterbox.
l'll love him fiercely 'til he's passed away.
And will grieve untold in my own way.
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Posted: Dec 2009
About this poem:
Pet themeThis is why we love our pets
An Irish/St.Ptrick's Day Love Poem
Close your eyes and dream with me~
Picture a cottage by the sea;
On a misty morn in Ireland,
There we would wander, hand in hand.
In a garden where red roses cling~
To ancient walls and linnets sing;
Your tender smile would speak to me,
In sweet and silent poetry.
Until green hills turned twilight gray~
Until there was no more to say;
Then you and I would lay a fire,
Kindled with kisses and desire.
And we would know the wild delight~
Of Irish love on an Irish night.
Picture a cottage by the sea;
On a misty morn in Ireland,
There we would wander, hand in hand.
In a garden where red roses cling~
To ancient walls and linnets sing;
Your tender smile would speak to me,
In sweet and silent poetry.
Until green hills turned twilight gray~
Until there was no more to say;
Then you and I would lay a fire,
Kindled with kisses and desire.
And we would know the wild delight~
Of Irish love on an Irish night.
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Posted: Mar 2012
About this poem:
A poem of love on St. Patrick's Day. :)
Texas Longhorns
Born in Texas
during the American Old West;
Renegade ramparts;
Tenderfoots just read the Bible
and pray for the best.
Dusty ole saddle
coddles my blue jeans;
I ain’t made it beyond my teens.
My main focus is the Rio Grande,
rounding up feral Mexican cattle,
that are grazing on my father’s land.
They got long horns
extending a good seven feet.
Thur colors vary from blues to hues of yellows,
browns, black, red, white, speckled,
and they got STURDY feet.
Them longhorns have a strong survival instinct;
can find food and shelter during times of rough weather,
but I like them because they are easy to handle
when my buckskin mare makes them come together.
You probably think I’m silly but that’s ok.
Would rather roam the Texan range
than listen to what you have to say.
during the American Old West;
Renegade ramparts;
Tenderfoots just read the Bible
and pray for the best.
Dusty ole saddle
coddles my blue jeans;
I ain’t made it beyond my teens.
My main focus is the Rio Grande,
rounding up feral Mexican cattle,
that are grazing on my father’s land.
They got long horns
extending a good seven feet.
Thur colors vary from blues to hues of yellows,
browns, black, red, white, speckled,
and they got STURDY feet.
Them longhorns have a strong survival instinct;
can find food and shelter during times of rough weather,
but I like them because they are easy to handle
when my buckskin mare makes them come together.
You probably think I’m silly but that’s ok.
Would rather roam the Texan range
than listen to what you have to say.
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Posted: Jan 2012
Post CommentOf Trailer Hitches And Semis..
Gleaming Four wheel drive catches at my heart
Sparking, revving, how I long to never part
Strip down to gears, I learn what makes you go
To the town and back, riding to and fro.
Paint glitters in sun's rays, catching all the mens' eye
Four by four the powerhorse, not a day passes by
A long,low whistle of appreciation that you bring
A quick ride for groceries, the treasures inside makes 'em swing.
Around to take another look, quick questions that are asked
Waiting at the stoplight, loaded up with cattle and grass.
New buyer wants his cattle,no time to stop and talk.
I promise to chat again,when I slow down again to walk.
Loud screech, then bellers, piercing scream tears from my lips
It goes quite suddenly dark.
I awaken to a good Samaritan prodding me awake.
He said he was afeared, that I wouldn't be on the make.
"What happened?" asked I, afraid of the need
"A semi just ran into the rear of your truck, now you know the deed".
"How bad?" "Ma'am" you really need to rest".
Anger welling up inside.
"How bad?" I asked,"Your trailer is beat to Puyallup, the cattle are bruised"
It can't be that bad I reason, I have a buyer to meet up.
"The bed of your truck is crumpled like a tin can and the trailer hitch has moved forward six inches."
"Six inches?!" I shriek before passing to the dark.
Of trailer hitches and semis
Sprained knees and blood clots too
The simple life of a rancher
This life is not moot.
Sparking, revving, how I long to never part
Strip down to gears, I learn what makes you go
To the town and back, riding to and fro.
Paint glitters in sun's rays, catching all the mens' eye
Four by four the powerhorse, not a day passes by
A long,low whistle of appreciation that you bring
A quick ride for groceries, the treasures inside makes 'em swing.
Around to take another look, quick questions that are asked
Waiting at the stoplight, loaded up with cattle and grass.
New buyer wants his cattle,no time to stop and talk.
I promise to chat again,when I slow down again to walk.
Loud screech, then bellers, piercing scream tears from my lips
It goes quite suddenly dark.
I awaken to a good Samaritan prodding me awake.
He said he was afeared, that I wouldn't be on the make.
"What happened?" asked I, afraid of the need
"A semi just ran into the rear of your truck, now you know the deed".
"How bad?" "Ma'am" you really need to rest".
Anger welling up inside.
"How bad?" I asked,"Your trailer is beat to Puyallup, the cattle are bruised"
It can't be that bad I reason, I have a buyer to meet up.
"The bed of your truck is crumpled like a tin can and the trailer hitch has moved forward six inches."
"Six inches?!" I shriek before passing to the dark.
Of trailer hitches and semis
Sprained knees and blood clots too
The simple life of a rancher
This life is not moot.
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
On July 23,2012, I was taking a load of cattle and a bull to a new buyer .While waiting at the stoplight, some fellows stopped to ask some questions about my truck and trailer, garnering some appreciative glances in the interim. I had just bought a 24 ft. brand new stock trailer and put a new trailer hitch in the bed of the pickup truck. While talking to the fellows, a semi with a sleepy driver plowed into the back of the stock trailer. The cattle were pretty beat up and bruised, the trailer hitch moved forward six inches, the stock trailer took a real beating and the truck bed looked like a beat up tin can.The impact caused a bad sprain in my knee, thus triggering a blood clot in my lower right leg. I passed out from the pain and the shock. I'm now on Coumadin (blood thinner-will be on it the rest of my life)and may be going back for yet more physical therapy. The cattle will be fine with some extra rations and aspirin boluses mixed into their feed.
Insurance has seen to it that the truck will be repaired, the trailer will be replaced (Gotta love those warranties!)and I mailed the trailer hitch to the company I got it from to attest to just how tough those things really are. They sent me a new one and want my story. How the life of this cowgirl rancher is never boring.
Lovers
Lovers entwined,
In body and in mind,
Hearts connected,
Feel their love projected,
Passionate words said,
No longer shall they pray for death,
Entrapped in each other’s eyes,
No more betrayals and no more lies,
Loving words said in their lover’s ear,
Whispered low so no one else can hear,
Arms locked in a tight embrace,
Gazes never straying from the other's face,
A simple touch,
Will never be enough,
For these two lost souls,
Who make each other whole.
In body and in mind,
Hearts connected,
Feel their love projected,
Passionate words said,
No longer shall they pray for death,
Entrapped in each other’s eyes,
No more betrayals and no more lies,
Loving words said in their lover’s ear,
Whispered low so no one else can hear,
Arms locked in a tight embrace,
Gazes never straying from the other's face,
A simple touch,
Will never be enough,
For these two lost souls,
Who make each other whole.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2009
Post CommentIs Love Gonna Be Enough
Careless days my youth
Those endless nights
Where taps always flowed
A crowded dance floor
Music and lights
Well stocked bar
Polished chrome
Girl with a pretty smile
Perched right next to me
Waiting for an invitation
To dance the night away
A request never made
Fear drowning courage
My awkward speech
That stumbling gait
Fumbling hands shook
The moment was lost
No words were spoke
Yep there’s the bloke
Standing in awe
Of such beautiful creation
Wondering all the time
Is love gonna be enough
Those endless nights
Where taps always flowed
A crowded dance floor
Music and lights
Well stocked bar
Polished chrome
Girl with a pretty smile
Perched right next to me
Waiting for an invitation
To dance the night away
A request never made
Fear drowning courage
My awkward speech
That stumbling gait
Fumbling hands shook
The moment was lost
No words were spoke
Yep there’s the bloke
Standing in awe
Of such beautiful creation
Wondering all the time
Is love gonna be enough
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Posted: Jan 2019
About this poem:
Awkward to speak about, that feeling so insecure sometimes is really very natural and ok sometimes.
online today!Dedication: For My Horse Rebel
I look into my horse's eyes -
A deep pool there that holds no lies;
An honest glance without conceit
As he stands tall on all four feet.
From your liquid lambent eyes
Your equine soul now me espies
And I could never do you wrong -
I can only praise you in this song.
You'll take quick flight - if alarmed -
Speed animates your vital form;
Though when your still as a calm lake -
In mutual trust we both partake.
Rebel my beautiful standard bred
Your chestnut all from tail to head
On the trot track you once did race
And with stamina could quick miles pace.
You were still strong years after racing
Though now you trot instead of pacing
Adapting as a saddle horse
You did train on - no need for force.
You quietly did as you were bidden
First in the gig, and then when ridden
You learnt to trot and canter freely -
And then to jump most gracefully.
In your strong body not one bad bone
At Richmond Farm you found a home -
To there live out your life complete
To my sweet horse Rebel - Rest In Peace.
© lovecanbereal
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A deep pool there that holds no lies;
An honest glance without conceit
As he stands tall on all four feet.
From your liquid lambent eyes
Your equine soul now me espies
And I could never do you wrong -
I can only praise you in this song.
You'll take quick flight - if alarmed -
Speed animates your vital form;
Though when your still as a calm lake -
In mutual trust we both partake.
Rebel my beautiful standard bred
Your chestnut all from tail to head
On the trot track you once did race
And with stamina could quick miles pace.
You were still strong years after racing
Though now you trot instead of pacing
Adapting as a saddle horse
You did train on - no need for force.
You quietly did as you were bidden
First in the gig, and then when ridden
You learnt to trot and canter freely -
And then to jump most gracefully.
In your strong body not one bad bone
At Richmond Farm you found a home -
To there live out your life complete
To my sweet horse Rebel - Rest In Peace.
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
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Posted: Apr 2016
About this poem:
An honest poem about an honest horse."No hour spent in the saddle is ever wasted" - Winston Churchill.
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