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I made over forty Westerns. I used to lie awake nights trying to think up new ways of getting on and off a horse.

quote by William Wyler
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In Westerns you were permitted to kiss your horse but never your girl.

quote by Gary Cooper
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All Awake

Look for me to climb fallen trees in yellow summer look for me
in wide falling fields of bohemia all awake with a heavy hand holding me down
I stay all awake in the only fear of falling hall of fame we're all awake
under the weight eleven ways why you never fall to pieces you can't carry
we're all awake and looking for ways to save your self-love
Looking to define masterbation using colours looking for a ride to a place
where everyone was friends all awake with an energy,
a hustle and a fade all awake in the hell of free electric salad days they fall away
When the money's in your hand, when smaller men feel broken,
when Chet is singing "let's get lost" It's time to shut your mouth....

song performed by by I Mother Earth
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SleepLess Nights

Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights

Tossing and turning
Too much on my mind

Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights

Laying awake staring
At the celing

Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights

So tired I cant move
So tired I can't sleep

Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights

When will dreams come?

poem by Autumn Winds
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Little Sadie

Went down last night to take a look around
Met little Sadie and I blew her down, went right home, went to bed
Forty-four colt smokes under my head
And I began to think what a deed I'd done
Grabbed my hat and away I run, made a good run, but a little too slow
They overtook me in Jericho
I'm standin' on the corner ringin' the bell
Along came the sheriff from Thomasville
Says "Young man, your name's Brown,
Remember the night you blew Sadie down?"
Oh, yes sir, my name is Lee,
I murdered little Sadie in the first degree
First degree and the second degree
Got any papers won't you read 'em to me.
They took me downtown all dressed in black
Put me on the train and sent me back
Sent me back to the county jail, I had nobody to go for my bail
The judge and the jury they took the stand
The judge hold the paper in his right hand
Forty-one days, forty-one nights,
Forty-one years to wear the ball and stripes

song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Unseated At Clent

When Grandad fell off the horse
everyone laughed,
spluttering the event
into family history.

No-one was hurt,
nothing damaged
but his pride.

After all that time,
to be unseated
and made to eat his words
garnished with embarrassment!

If it had happened
forty years earlier,
he would have known about it,
trapped in No-Man's Land
with bullets flying,
and no-one would have been there
to laugh
when Grandad fell off the horse.

poem by Len Webster
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The Philosopher

And what are you that, wanting you,
I should be kept awake
As many nights as there are days
With weeping for your sake?

And what are you that, missing you,
As many days as crawl
I should be listening to the wind
And looking at the wall?

I know a man that's a braver man
And twenty men as kind,
And what are you, that you should be
The one man in my mind?

Yet women's ways are witless ways,
As any sage will tell,—
And what am I, that I should love
So wisely and so well?

poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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What is a Horse?

What is a horse?
A horse has eyes as dainty as a mink.
The grace is interrupted merely by a blink.
A horse is beauty.

What is a horse?
A horse is a tree in a storm that never goes down.
A horse is a weathered rock that stays around.
A horse is ancient.

What is a horse?
A horse waltzes like breeze over rivers.
She curvets and leaps like rain shivers.
A horse is a marionette.

What is a horse?
A horse is determination, that never stops flowing.
A horse is fondness, that never stops growing.
A horse is poetic power.

poem by Lily Whittaker
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In Search Of Little Sadie

Went out last night to take a little round.
I met my little sadie and I brought her down.
I ran right home and I went to bed
With a forty-four smokeless under my head.
I began to think what a deed Id done.
I grabbed my hat and I began to run.
I made a God run but I ran too slow;
They overtook me down in jericho
Standing on a corner a ringin my bell,
Up stepped the sheriff from thomasville.
He said young man is you name brown?
Remember you blowed sadie down.
Oh yes sir, my name is lee.
I murdered little sadie in the first degree.
First degree and second degree.
If youve got any papers will you serve them to me?
Well they took me down town and they dressed me in black,
They put me on a train and they sent me back.
I had no one to go my bail;
They crammed me back into the county jail.
Oh, yes they did.
The judge and the jury they took their stand.
The judge had the papers in his right hand.
Forty-one days, forty-one nights;
Forty-one years to wear the ball and the stripes;
Oh, no!
Went out last night to take a little round.
I met little sadie and I blowed her down.
I ran right home and I went to bed,
A forty-four smokeless under my head.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Little Sadie

Went out last night to take a little round.
I met my little sadie and I brought her down.
I ran right home and I went to bed
With a forty-four smokeless under my head.
I began to think what a deed Id done,
I grabbed my hat and I began to run.
I made a God run but I ran too slow;
They overtook me down in jericho
Standing on a corner ringin my bell,
Up stepped the sheriff from thomasville.
He said young man is you name brown?
Remember the night you blowed little sadie down.
Oh, yes sir, my name is lee.
I murdered little sadie in the first degree.
First degree and second degree,
If youve got any papers will you serve them to me?
Well they took me down town and they dressed me in black.
They put me on a train and they brought me back.
I had no one for to go my bail;
They crammed me back into the county jail.
The judge and the jury they took their stand.
The judge had the papers in his right hand.
Forty-one days, forty-one nights;
Forty-one years to wear the ball and the stripes.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Wind Horse

Da naho… It is said,
Wind Horse, gentle Wind horse, you were the last of your kind.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, you were running wild and free.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, with this freedom you did nothing but give;
When one called for help you carried them to safety,
No enemy did you have.

Da naho… It is said,
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, you gave your life one day
To a boy with no leg.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, you gave him your endless love.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, you now run in the Great Hunting Grounds;
Giving joy to those there, as you did here.

Da naho… It is said,
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, your life was not the last gift
You gave the People.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, you prayed for us, you wished a wish for us.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, we remember you through your brother Horse.

Wi: yo: h … It is good.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, we see you still.

poem by Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk
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A Horse Is A Horse

A horse is a horse and a man is a man
And neither can be the other
And each can survive but is much better
In the company of one another.
And while a horse is a horse and that is true
A horse is but a beast
As a cow is a cow, some ask how
On its flesh we should not feast?
For they do so in France as in other places
And I don't know how they can
For while a horse is a horse and is only a horse
It is less a cow than it is a man!

poem by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
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For Hunting...

For Hunting...

Heart is given only with heart...
Nobody can fly with one wing.
I feel with smell, snow will begin.
The dog oblivion - will start to bark...

You do not miss in winter's nights.
You'll prepare the horse for hunt's...
Only - is cautious, is on each step...
Traps are awake for you in forest....

poem by Tsira Gogeshvili
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The White Horse...

on that early dawn
they arrived. I will not tell you
exactly how many were they.
they brought the wild horse again
this time it is white and coy
they did not speak to me
my attention was focused on the
beautiful horse
i did not show that i liked it
i did not talk too
then they brought the horse inside
the house
and then the windows and doors
were closed
and then the white horse started to
dance
and i liked it more

it was then that i realized
what are they really
and why are they here bringing me
a beautiful white horse

will they take my antique chairs
made of rosewood?
will i bargain my house
for a horse?

just for a horse
and they whose names i do not really know
shall laugh
after they had finally taken the whole of what i have

just for a white horse whose talent is just
to dance?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dreamless Nights

Dreamless nights
Sitting awake
Staring silently into space
With unseeing eyes
I look on vacantly
Waiting impassively.
Unaware of Time’s movement
In isolation, in silence
I sit still.
Recollecting not the Past
Nor looking forward to Future
Knowing that,
When all is known
Life is just nothing –
A bit of clay,
A wisp of wind
A breath dressed in dreams,
Dreams, which you can not dream,
When your nights are sleepless,
Sitting up wide awake
I wait for weariness
To come and close my eyes
Night after night
Into dreamless nights!

poem by Angelina Pandian
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Boot and Saddle

I

Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
Rescue my castle before the hot day
Brightens to blue from its silvery gray,

Chorus. Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!

II

Ride past the suburbs, asleep as you'd say;
Many's the friend there, will listen and pray
"God's luck to gallants that strike up the lay—

Chorus. "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"

III

Forty miles off, like a roebuck at bay,
Flouts Castle Brancepeth the Roundheads' array:
Who laughs, "Good fellows ere this, by my fay,

Chorus. "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"

IV

Who? My wife Gertrude; that, honest and gay,
Laughs when you talk of surrendering, "Nay!
I've better counsellors; what counsel they?

Chorus. "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"

poem by Robert Bloomfield from Cavalier Tunes (1842)
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Its Gonna Rain

Transcribed by wes torres
Now who, who, who do you think I am?
Well, I built this ark with japheth, shem, and ham.
Now what, what, what do you think its gonna do
When I live by faith and now my work is through?
Its gonna rain (its gonna rain)
I said its gonna rain (its gonna rain)
Yes, its gonna rain (its gonna rain.)
Im so happy to say (its gonna rain)
Oh its gonna rain (its gonna rain) on the world today
Now when, when, when I am in doubt
And I think that things for me will never work out,
But where, where, where the heart is true,
Ya know lord, your god, will never forsake you.
Its gonna rain (its gonna rain)
I said its gonna rain (its gonna rain)
Yes, its gonna rain (its gonna rain.)
Im so happy to say (its gonna rain)
Oh its gonna rain (its gonna rain) on the world today
Repeat verse 1 (drums only)
Its gonna rain (its gonna rain)
I said its gonna rain (its gonna rain)
Yes, its gonna rain (its gonna rain.)
Im so happy to say (its gonna rain)
Oh its gonna rain (its gonna rain) on the world today
Forty days and forty nights (its gonna rain)
Forty days and forty nights (its gonna rain)
Hallileua, its alright (its gonna rain)
Everybodys sleepin tight (its gonna rain)
Oh, its alright, its alright, its alright, its gonna rain tonight.
Repeat chorus three times

song performed by by Violent Femmes
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A Fork in the Road

A fork in the road
A choice to be made
A prayer on the lips
Which way to go?

A cowboy on his horse
A blue sky overhead
A decision to make
To trust God or not?

A man riding the plains
A horse underneath
Pondering this question
“Is it enough for me? ”

A rider on his knees
A horse stands behind
A soul is now saved
Let all heaven rejoice!

poem by Horse Poet
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Falling Like Rain

Really brings me down I dont know how
That you can say youre not my kind
Couldnt find a cloud for miles around
Why do you change your story line
It all goes gray again sometimes I dont know when
To come out of the storm
It feels like forty days and forty nights
Ive been beating on your door
Im falling like rain
Oh I i love ya love ya love ya
Falling like rain
Oh I Im coming down around ya I will always think about you
My sentimental ways dont seem to phase you
I dont ever wanna force your hand
If you met me one time just half the way
I could meet you where you are
Just meet me where I am
Cause every now and then youve gotta drive right in
Deeper than deep
You take a chance and then you give the wheel a spin
Anyone can see Im falling like rain
Oh I i love ya love ya love ya
Falling like rain
Oh I Im coming down around ya
I will always think about you

song performed by by Tina Turner
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Forty Dollar Bathtub

a forty dollar galvanized bathtub!
carrying buckets of water up the hill
to heat on the old cook stove...
i watched you bathing in the kitchen,
in the old house down on Henry River.
fried Spam and pork 'n beans,
moonlit trips to the outhouse....
stray dogs on the porch.
endless truckloads of wood scraps;
we made love through winter nights,
so cold in the room you could see your breath!
you licked the frost from my moustache,
and the world went on without us....
a forty dollar bathtub, buckets of water,
nothing needed, nothing more!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Shadowy nocturne

It is midsummer,
and the nights are hot.
Black horse is strolling along the lake,
trying to delve into another world.

Black horse is rather sad tonight,
the white horse is not following behind,
no one chats with it,
no one plays with it,
only its shadow follows it.

It stops.
looking at the lake quietly.
The moon,
falling on water,
makes it white, inscrutable,
giving the shadow a burnish and a silver plating.

The black horse,
it can not spend its life chasing after shadow,
no matter it is an anguish or elation,
it must have a brave act,
telling the white horse what you feel.

(17th of August,2004)

poem by Trino Chan
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