Most Liked Chant Poems (68)

I am woman
I am happy and content
I am she who embraces
Those who are in need
I am woman

The white queen
Naked she stand for all to see
Three Dragons seen
Small in stature

Conquest to full fill
The iron throne she will want
From fire and breath her

Mother's quest
For Drogon hears her mother's breath
From snow to dust to the

unsollied her army march
On ward in slaves freedom
Prevails
Her wanton just the throne she hails her quest her derivatives to

follow her path her love for one
Her down ward fall
Heart broken the thrust of his knife her body lies life taken

Drogons gazes his fires rage throned burned kingdom dead
To drogons home the white queen carried lifeless

Life gone to dragon stone the resurrection my queen to live once more revenge you seek to kill the snow new dragons rise the

white queen lives once more revenge is sweet to live again

'Twas that 'ol Night before Christmas and all the ponies had been fed,
I was tryin' to choke down some beans before headin' off to bed
But my belly was a' churnin' bad , it just wouldn't sit still
It was goin' to be a long night, I could sure 'nuff tell.

'Cause in my string of horses, there was one called 'Ol Saint Nick
And thinking' about riding' him, was makin' me quite sick.
'Ol Flipper had come in with a front leg a ' draggin', last Fall during shippin' season, when we was out there on the wagon.


'Ol Saint Nick was an extra in the outfit's remuda, an' every time you got gettin' on him he'd be sure to give a gift to 'ya.That gift was a danged 'ol bronc ride, an I don't mean no 'hoppin'. You see, he's pure sin covered lightnin', that'll get your ears to poppin'.

But the boss cut him to me that's just kinda part of the deal, Flipper got turned out for the whole winter just to heal. I thought it kinda funny that it's Nick's turn to go with me out checkin' heifers, the next day in the snow.

So I lay there in my bedroll, with the fireplace a 'crackin, had terrible nightmares 'bout my poor neck a' snappin'. So I woke up at midnight, and again at two-thirty, I decided to saddle up 'Nick this time a little early. I thought I'll set him to soak with the cinches pulled up tight, come daybreak that'll help to take out some of that dad gummed fight.

Finally got 'im saddled, out there in the dark, it really was like hand feeding breadcrumbs to a shark. Finally went inside to wash the blood offa my head and got to see how much the blood had turned my white shirt red.

I'd just laid down to rest and closed my eyes when I awoke to such a racket, I stumbled up quickly and pulled on my denim jacket. As I walked out to the horse pens, the moon lit up the stage, those icicles shone so bright, on that high-desert sage.

Out in the big pen, on a fresh carpet of white, my eyes took in the most amazing thing, the most unbelievable sight. Saint Nick was making' a wild, crooked leap. with a pot bellied feller sittin' up there in the seat. He'd throwed up his head with one hand up in the air, Saint Nick touched the ground and growled just like a bear!

He'd just jump sideways as he chewed up on a foot, the red fuzzy coat popped out some chimney soot! He'd showed me his belly and stood him on his head, I noticed the fat fellers cheeks a 'turnin' a little red.

Saint Nick finally winded and throwed his head up, started licking' his lips all over, like an old an' gentle pup. The rider stepped down and handed me the reins I noticed in his mouth a broken candy cane. That's when it finally hit me , as my mind started to click. I've just seen 'Ol Saint Nick Himself ride 'ol hoss Saint Nick!

Then I noticed his team and a little red sleigh, you see, his reindeer were hobbled and eatin' on some hay.

He said "Merry Christmas,
Hope that present will do,
I knocked some of the rough off
That 'ol pony just for you".

Then he buttoned his coat and walked away
Unhobbled the reindeer
And climbed up into his sleigh
I heard him exclaim as he headed back North
"I ain't never seen nothin' buck like that 'ol horse!"

LIFE
Life is like a river it has it's
Ups and downs.
We all have our ups and downs.
Friends they come and go
.
But with the special few try
holding on to them.
Remember the good times
forget the bad times.
.
Remember the good remarks
you received in live.
forget the bed ones.
.
Always remember you only have
one change at life, live it good.
Remember you only have one family.
Pray & hope its the only way you'll get by ..

This is my new poem
I'm just testing
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I'm just testing
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I'm just testing
This is my new poem
I'm just testing
This is my new poem
I'm just testing
This is my new poem
I'm just testing
This is my new poem
I'm just testing
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I'm just testing

Old friends.....
Getting old together in the forum as a mass
Years and years gone by and by so fast
They are still waiting and keeping their faith
That one day their soulmates will come up

Old friends.....
Talking in polite words in the forum to each other is a must
But you won't know if they are back stabbers behind their masks
they talk about each other in silent roads
Only their loyal followers who know the codes

old friends...
You are wasting your time in this fake world
Where everything seems promising and blooming
Or is it just your way to run away from your lonely life ?
Where there is no country for old men
Just like the title of a movie
What a cruel reality

Silence
Cities once loud lies now on silent ears
Inside they hide
Afraid to go out side
Locked away
Thier own prison cell
TVs on 24 /7
Solitude they hide
Only venture for food and pay the bill
They hide from the unknown unseen
danger outside life now stopped
People afraid of the outside follow the new
Rules mask on don't cough don't sneeze
Why go out side

When witches go riding
And black cats are seen,
The moon laughs throatily
'Tis near Halloween

When you're all alone in the country
And the night is dark as pitch
Just be bold 'cause you've been told
There's no such thing as a witch.

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Howdy everyone, old and new! Boy, have I missed you old members!

I'm ReaderOfSouls for you new to the Poetry Corner. :-) I'm a Texas ranch raised, working horse and cattle ranch owner/operator who proudly served our military and I am a detective with my local County Sheriff's Department. I specialize in Child Sex Crime, so I have seen the worst of the worst and it's all gritty and grim. Having a positive, happy attitude has not only helped, but I just can't help but share it with all that I meet. I choose to not live in darkness.:-) I'm strong, tough but fair. I'm more than happy to listen to someone and my mailbox here is always open. :-) I've been writin' poetry since I was 8 years old and customarily write Cowboy Poetry. I've competed at Cowboy Gatherings and rodeos and my biggest poetry influences are Badger Clark (which also happens to be a familial name) and Baxter Black. I've been 'hitched' to my better half- Mr. Bear for 29 years now. He has written some work about love and life that I have posted through my account here. :-) I occasionally write a bit of descriptive cowboy humor as you will find in the vast catalogue of my writings. :-)

I look so forward to meeting you all and to re-connect with all of those familiar.