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I keep telling people how creative I am but I haven't done anything to show it. So I thought I would post a poem or two. Hope you enjoy them.
The Final Fight
They're eyes met through the rails of the chute,
A funny lookin Bullfighter,
Against a two thousand pound brute.
With a nod of his head and a grin on his face,
Silence filled the entire place.
The gate swung wide,
Setting free that angry tide.
His heart pounding and his mind racing with fear,
He faked that brute as the crowd began to cheer.
He spun that bull to the right,
The grace of the clown and the power of the bull made an amazing sight.
With a quick step to the left and a spin just for show,
His face paint and rags lit up with a glow.
The bull spun back to face his dashing prey,
With a look and a snort he was on his way.
Once again they began to dance,
One mortal's fight against fate and chance.
The clown looked back into the eyes of hell,
And smiled in that way just before he fell.
Tripped by a horn or maybe a nose,
As he went to the ground he saw the crowd rose.
Then picked up again by that bull's fury,
The world had become suddenly blurry.
He tried to get control but his legs wouldn't work,
He felt his bones pop with every jerk.
He felt all his breath forced out with a gush,
As the Bull began to feel his own rush.
Suddenly the whole world began to fade,
As if someone were dimming the lights on the life he had made.
No longer did he hear the crowd,
The pounding of his head had grown to loud.
As his life continued to flash before his eyes,
He could think of nothing to despise.
The cowboys he had saved who now could still ride,
He thought on them now as he burst through those Pearly Gates with pride.
The Hero of the rodeo, the clown born inside,
The Bullfighter, the boyfriend, the uncle had died.
But in the hearts of many and in the prayers of all,
He still fights them bulls, without the mortal call.
Power & Grace
Patience & Perfection
It's watching lightning flash in the sky,
It's feeling the thunder crash as the clouds pass you by.
It's seeing the mountains covered in the years first snow,
Watching them sparkle in the moonlight with a heavenly glow.
Some say its magical others say its devine,
I say its power and grace,
A taste of heaven that will last till the end of time.
It's something you feel some where deep inside,
That little something that says its time to ride.
And when you climb in that saddle and take the reins in hand,
You feel the perfection between a horse and a man.
Then you give em' a kick and your soul begins to soar,
Its power and grace,
Perfection like you've never felt before.
It's feeling her gentle touch and listening to her tender voice,
Seeing her smile as your heart gives you no choice.
It's something you've waited a life time to find,
A woman so loving and kind.
She'll be there when you hit the ground,
She'll make your whole world spin around.
She'll take your hand and show you the way when times are tough,
All she asks is your love and for her thats enough.
It's your power, and its her patience,
and in the midst its God's grace,
October 16, 2000
4/30/2006 5:37 pm
Great poem, thanks for sharing. It felt like I was right there with you.|
5/9/2006 8:41 pm
Damn dude, how old are you? That poem was great. really. Only one suggestion ... It should read "Their eyes met." And not "They're eyes met." You use an apostrophe when you have left out a letter and you are making two words into one. They're means they are. Like you're means you are. Still, don't worry about grammar, you have a gift for writing. You can always hire an editor to clean up your poems for you later. |
Did someone break your heart boy? How can you write that way without knowing real joy, real loss, or the meaning of unrequited?
5/11/2006 5:30 pm
And also it was two poems. The first is titles "The Final Fight" and the other is "Power & Grace" if you look closely you will find where the two are seperated..|