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Off The Trail Of Painted Ponies
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Off The Trail Of Painted Ponies |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada 
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On a cool night in October, when the thought worms weave and crawl I was dealing with my anger, I was hiding from my faults. And my soul was running rancid, feeling kind of bleak, So I looked out through my window, past the day lacking peace, and I fell into a liquidness and nursed my inner child I was searching for some righteousness, I'd been searching for awhile. Then I heard a song Arrochar, an Indian through my glass The story of a gallant chief whose days were long since past. His words were growing louder now, my eyes began to stray. My muse was breathing harder now, as the daylight flew away A troop hard riding, bluecoat boys, came in upon the scene Their Captain barking orders loud, with dust clouds billowing. Then I stroked my whiskered chin a bit, and drank in the sky's ink When you're out there in that wonder, you just can't refuse to think. I was floating through a timeless glass, up to the spirit of hearts I was getting close to reasons shared, somewhere inside the stars. And then a smiling maiden's eyes hypnotized my source She laughed lightly on my ears, part of the music score. Then I heard the call of Arrochar, I soared outside of me I was blithesome in that distant land, within my summary peace. The warrior chief sang his song, "Here in the land of Arrochar, I can see that it's too late to grace your earth with spirit care in a world so full of waste. Now the future's headed nowhere and there's no going back to the golden dawns and sunlit air where nature's breath was vast. You're off the trail of painted ponies in your automobiles and planes and your synthetic hope is phony while your greed is cursed with pain." Then I got feeling empty, when the Captain killed this chief And I cried removed from yesterday, but still searching for that peace Off the trail of painted ponies I drifted back into the smog and on the last road with my fellow man and I was feeling lost. This is a repost and a rewrite. The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
glad you reposted it, I'd never seen it, very intense all the way through...I do think there an extra and in the last line, or else it's my reading good to see you here again, I felt amazement when I saw your name, is it my timing or have you really been gone for awhile? |
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Kay Vibbert Junior Member
since 2001-08-25
Posts 35Indiana |
This is very descriptive, Ethome, good write. "It's not gossip unless I tell it to somebody else!" Lucy Ricardo |
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dgvarner Member Elite
since 2000-05-13
Posts 3552High Springs, Florida |
enjoyed this ETHOME..great imagery  hugs, g ~dgvarner/fallen rain~ |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
ETHome~ A compelling read~ 'And I cried removed from yesterday' What a wonderfully tender phrase~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
Oh Eric...I loved this the first time...and its even better now...wonderful sweet poet man |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Then I stroked my whiskered chin a bit, and drank in the sky's ink When you're out there in that wonder, you just can't refuse to think. I was floating through a timeless glass, up to the spirit of hearts I was getting close to reasons shared, somewhere inside the stars. And then a smiling maiden's eyes hypnotized my source She laughed lightly on my ears, part of the music score. Then I heard the call of Arrochar, I soared outside of me I was blithesome in that distant land, within my summary peace. The warrior chief sang his song, "Here in the land of Arrochar, I can see that it's too late to grace your earth with spirit care in a world so full of waste. Now the future's headed nowhere and there's no going back to the golden dawns and sunlit air where nature's breath was vast. You're off the trail of painted ponies in your automobiles and planes and your synthetic hope is phony while your greed is cursed with pain." ================================== This melodic melancholy beauty is one of my faves of yours...on a very long list..... I still remember the tingle I got the first time I read it... felt it again this time...the proof of a gifted write. Never shall I tire of your lyric or verse very cool write E-babes!!!! jm Feels like Im dancin with truth and wisdom |
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Charisma
since 2000-09-30
Posts 5906lost in blue pages |
Beautiful...........beautiful story you present here, thank you for the repost. Charisma |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I'm so glad you told me it was a repost, I thought I had fallen into a dream... and enjoyed it even more, the second time around... |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Ethome, This was a first read for me and I was impressed. And you certainly write well among the very best. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Oh, I really liked this. Your sage from the past speaks profound truth, and I thank you for sharing this glimpse of wisdom. I want to ride the winds of that pony trail. |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
ethome-- Your writing is always one of my favorite, so I was very glad to see your name and read this wonderfully done lyric verse. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Very interesting ethome...James |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
I would like to sincerely thank all that commented on this poem. I really appreciate it so very much and I look forward to reading your work very soon!! |
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