Posted by Brad Osborne on May 7, 2022 · 19 Comments
When cometh time, that I am dead,
Lookest not for my earthly grave,
To tread the mound o’er fallen head…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with burial, death, grave, headstone, life, loss, marker, poem, Poetry, rain, remaining, seeking, shine, stone, wind
Posted by Brad Osborne on April 24, 2022 · 16 Comments
Carrying the scent of next,
Old flames prefaced by “ex”…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with breeze, falling in love, history, life, love, next, often, old flames, once, past, poem, Poetry, relationships, unique, wind
Posted by Brad Osborne on October 10, 2021 · 17 Comments
I am stalled,
Like a hapless paper plane…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on September 1, 2021 · 11 Comments
Without recourse you arid blow
Across cracked and barren brown lands
Hot leathered coils what you bestow
These callused, sun burnt cowboy hands
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with cowboy, desert, hard road, life, lonliness, on the range, poem, Poetry, saddle, strict form poetry, sun, warm, west, wind
Posted by Brad Osborne on June 12, 2021 · 14 Comments
When cometh time, that I am dead,
Lookest not for my earthly grave,
To tread the mound o’er fallen head…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with burial, death, grave, headstone, life, loss, marker, poem, Poetry, rain, remaining, seeking, shine, stone, wind
Posted by Brad Osborne on June 5, 2021 · 19 Comments
Carrying the scent of next,
Old flames prefaced by “ex”…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with breeze, falling in love, history, life, love, next, often, old flames, once, past, poem, Poetry, relationships, unique, wind
Posted by Brad Osborne on March 15, 2021 · 14 Comments
…Where thoughts lead fears,
And fears push actions,
And actions leave marks…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with action, captain, choices, control, fear, life, Life lessons, master, poem, Poetry, sailing, struggle, tending, wind, World
Posted by Brad Osborne on September 17, 2019 · 11 Comments
Without recourse you arid blow
Across cracked and barren brown lands
Hot leathered coils what you bestow
These callused, sun burnt cowboy hands
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with cowboy, desert, hard road, life, lonliness, on the range, poem, Poetry, saddle, strict form poetry, sun, warm, west, wind
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