Art "Wild Bunch"
By Ed Bogaert
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Like Wild Horses
By La Belle Rouge
days don’t care if you aren’t ready
to travel along with them
they run like wild horses across
the vast prairie of your life
where you learn to stand and race
or you lie down and get trampled
there is no rhyme or reason
for the brutality of their stampede
horses run because they can
days travel the course of time
delighting in circling cyclones
without your permission or cooperation
days snort up the changing wind
and buck all the restraints off their backs
there are no bridles or unbreakable reigns
that can hold back their strength
or slow down the fury of their frenzy
you are young... and then you are old
still standing, racing toward victory
or lying lifeless in a ditch of despair
with the prints of sharp hooves
tattooed in your bleeding back
This one is so poignant for me today..Young then old, days cannot be restrained...so meaningful. I FEEL the energy of this poem as I read it. Wonderful stuff! Love and Blessings, Diana.
Many a human is wild and free taking it
to the clifts edge. As my 35 year old niece
died yesterday. We don't know how yet, but
I imagine drugs was a big part of it.
Have a great T-Day La Belle
Love ya
This is REALLy excellent. It is also original and fresh. I can really see, hear and feel the rushing dance of days that carries us through life so quickly.
Your poem is a picture of life...the wildnest and unrestrained ability to grasp the wind and chase out the days...better to run free and live than to settle for pastures of decay...
Excellent write, and I love the music! Very well penned, Belle; brava!
Happy Thanksgiving tomorrow!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on November 21, 2007
Oh my, I dreamt about wild horses, never seen one,didn't realise there are any. -prolly from watching Geronimo-
The poem brings to life the power and majesty of the beast.
Lovely metaphor too...
La Belle you are so right Days don't care if we are ready or not, they will run like wild horses and we have no say and no way of slowing them down. Thank you for sharing.
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Peace & with you
William
Happy Thanksgiving Belle!
Wishing you abundant blessings of love, joy & peace,
Joseph*
Wild Mustangs, the meaning of real FREEDOM!
Days are like time, it runs away from you!
Just when you think you caught up...
Happy! Healthy Thanksgiving Day to you and yours my friend!
Warm hugs and Much love,Warrior Purple Lady Sheeeooxxoo
STay Positive!
Love,
Susan
Be safe,
Karen
Love Tinka
to the clifts edge. As my 35 year old niece
died yesterday. We don't know how yet, but
I imagine drugs was a big part of it.
Have a great T-Day La Belle
Love ya
Fee
still standing, racing toward victory ... "
And each of us MUST run the good race!
God bless you. Kathy
still standing, racing toward victory
May we all aspire to emulate those magnificent wild horses. And Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours, Belle.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours--
Nothing says it better as when our heart stampedes...
Georg
Wonderful!
Superb, really superb.
Keith
nice work...
Art Sun...
Happy Thanksgiving tomorrow!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
The poem brings to life the power and majesty of the beast.
Lovely metaphor too...
Newfie Hugs, Rose