Chasing ghosts with toast and jam
26/03/08
Featured on The Pony Club / (2009.JUL.10) 2009.JUN.19— / Yesterday afternoon, my fri…
Mauled by a mountain lion, left to die alone on the range, Spring’s amazing story of survival is just beginning.
i could suckle the sticky coconut milk from the corners of your mouth
Joni Mitchell has a lot to answer for…
While I am left to walk on my bare feet / And calloused toes / Bleeding sometimes
Growth is inevitable.. no matter how you think you will never change… TERILEE AND I WERE ON THE SAME WAVE LENGTH THIS MORNING.. So without requesting art from my buddy.. / She read my Mind!!!! / I love Her! / A Moment in The Continuum /
you were the kind of shimmering mirage fools cross deserts for
cancer & capricorn / / :)
Beating all the while / Their style, / Tango / One-Step / Rumba / Then a Samba / A shimmy / And a Can Can / Will do
Robin Monroe / experiments with life. She is an amazing painter and combines her work in PS sometimes and produces such vibrant sensual pieces. She asked me to look at this work.. And They Danced to see if I could feel a poem to accompany its movement and explosive color. / Oh my did I!! Spilling out of me like I was the one she had painted! I love her work and I enjoy being a part of her life here at RB. / Thanks so much for Honoring me Robin!! / XOX
Well I looked at the faces looking back at me including Thunder Clap who seem to be feeling sorry for me by now,
Something VERY different for you this time and you’ll see why as you read on. Apologies to anyone of you who has read this before because a few of you have seen it but it makes me laugh every time I read it so it may just do the same to you, who knows? But isn’t laughter great? I wanted to call this piece: ‘My horse riding experience’ but opted instead to rename it to: ‘My horse riding incident’ you’ll see why. Enjoy.
there are many moons / in the essence of too far; / a total eclipse, / if one just sees feet. my skin expands with the heat / of my ancest…
This poem was inspired by:T.C Cannon’s painting entitled, Horse. / It is about “The Walk” or, one’s journey.
how to fall in love / again and again
My mask is faded and for that I am eternally grateful / So that I am not reminded of it’s wearing / On me
Ribbons and Masks
The last time he had rode old Sadie it was a traumatic experience.
Written for Flash Fiction and Twisted Tales
NSFW
SLEEPING & DREAMING / Loves lost / First kiss / Ghosts remembered / Tears shed / Laughter / Loves to come / Childhood / Roses / Chocolate co…
Above the tree line I found peace / Stark and crisp / Under a blue moon / Full, and shining / Ethereal and silvery / I felt free The air wa…
I wrote this in remembrance of a trip I took. / My horse, Remedy, and I drove over the eastern sierras to a barrel race from southern california! It was so beautiful up there and I wish I could go back.
. / I just watched you fly fly fly away, / Over the town of Algarve, / busy with saving face and beggars dreams / Nuance of steaming clams
I love Billy’s Work.. This photo in particular always seems to draw me back to it time and time again. I don’t seem to be able to break down in words via critique of my fascination for this piece. Leave it to Billy to shoot this not only for the contrasting elements but for the story that is presented here in one of his favorite towns called Algarve. / Thank you again Billy for the inspiring work you bring to my heart. Bag Wash /
We matched riding rhythms more like different parts of the same body than rider & ridden. We enjoyed each other’s company from the get go.
Given time and the right associations things often work themselves out, but that’s another story.
My room my prison holds me, protects me from outside dangers of the forest.
This is from the amazing talent ofStacyLee I find it to be a beautiful work of art. It truly is amazing. Sometimes when I see someone paintings, art work or a photos words come to me while looking at it and I have to get those words out on paper. This is what came to me for this: Anastasia’s Gift.
Spirits sitting side by side / Where all can see / They do not hide / They are where they want to be / After years of having run together / Ha…
Gaypony, I love Artwork SPIRITS / Please check out my friend Gaypony’s other awesome artwork & writings on the RB /
How do I explain the first time I experienced feeling absolute bliss?
Yet another clear memory that I hold dear / Again when I asked my parents they were stunned at my ability to remember something from such a young age. I was 5 months old! When we were young, our neighbour’s daughter would bring her show horse to town some weekends and for the Royal Melbourne Show in September. As they had a pool in their yard she would bring it to graze in our back yard. While it did that we children were allowed to “Ride” him, a huge bay gelding thoroughbred! This memory was of the first time I was given a ride … apparently I sat up there for over an hour and everytime they tried to take me off I would scream “No” and kick my heels and the horse would dance away and then I would laugh! Mum and dad had been terrified I would drop off but I never did! / Since then never am I more centred and completely happy unless I am on the back of a horse! / ♥ {This is part of an autobiographical collection}
Washed down and rubbed / Put in for the night / Can’t wait till tomorrow / As so, this is our life
Came from viewing Barssel’s My other Passion
Blind now in your old age / You still see depths in me that even I don’t understand / My apple and carrot offerings / Are no match for the g…
Lucky has been there for me through so many life events, joyous and painful. Lucky has known the best of times, when I hopped on bareback and twirled my fingers through his mane, and the worst of times, when his mane dried my tears. I can’t take Lucky with me everywhere I go, but he is always with me in spirit (and I usually have some of his hair with me too!) This is Lucky’s mane (my security blanket): and this is Lucky’s portrait:
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