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Send us your poems about horses and the people who love them! Refer to the contact page or just email us here. One for the Girlif i was a proper beast i would not pull these heavy barrows with their labels stating "past" and "maybe-even-worse-forthcoming." instead my limbs would strike the path and you, composed, would guide my rein. impulsively impetuous, but steady, from your fingers flowing. Christopher Kirk Anise FieldWe Wonder How the same Power made Disaster As well as wild anise all the way from Australia and Egypt, starts in these hills a Green lacy bush exotic like a spider?s web, Refreshing on a horse?s breath in Spring, A cowgirl cocktail made with anisette Now gone to seed, late summer faded Alien tan, after fire and heat? Crashing planes, hurricanes, Fields of water, fields of flames? Wispy, willowy, lanky stalks thick As Pacific fog, ghostly plants waver Over our heads, caress our bodies Gentle slaps of recognition tickle Memories of licorice sticks, We Ride Cool night air to the Hollywood Sign. We Ascend Surefooted without clear path or plan, Nowhere and everything, exhilarated Horses keep heads low instinctively, We sway in our saddles reverentially, Careful not to tread on fragile roots, Weaving through the perfumed air. Foreign spirits, quietly We Glide Oblivious to ground or starless sky. (Briefly I ponder if I have to die could it be here In aromatic fantasy, scatter me on this hillside Where I can rise annually, flower for eternity With the wild anise, a transplant just like me?) The floating moonlit field swallows us whole, Intoxicates our minds, quiets our restless souls, No more room for hunger or despair, We Live Slipping in the fleeting moment Without care. Cynthia Ward Walker The Blind WarriorWhen I left him, my master In the bamboo forest, I rode Slowly away to see if he would Follow, to know if he was real I kept my mind still and my heart Quiet so I could listen for his horse When he came it was to save me From the enemy of the flying dagger And I still do not know if it is I he loves Or the danger when we ride together Like the wind my thoughts fall like leaves They hit the ground soundlessly There will be no answers in this life When love is around and I smile at sorrow And let my body sing for him, I am his Geisha, His kisses, like his straight arrows, abound. He followed me, yes, he followed me. translated by Cynthia Ward Walker Clear ThinkingTimes like these we need a place Not too happy, not too sad Just silent comfort Painless satisfaction Where we forget The constant search for meaning That one day we have to die On a foggy starless night High in the hills over Hollywood We stop to listen to the city And we hear nothing Not even a heartbeat We hold our breath Suspended in time I say, I wish we could keep it in a box And you say, Then it would not be a moment It would be forever. Cynthia Ward Walker Home"Whether you're up at dawn Or looking into the stars... No other place could be as beautiful As the home of the Hollywood Dolls." Millicent Sheridan |
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