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Doing Sixty

This is a blog I put together for my writings. I love to write short stories and poems about most anything. Some are stories of my growing up in...
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My Lost Youth

Doing Sixty ― This is a poem from my new book  “In Melancholia” by Vincent Moore. It’s available on Amazon and SmashWords.   (more)
 Saddlerider ― Posted on Sep 27th, 2011
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The pendulum swings

Doing Sixty ― Behind the castle walls in dungeon far below the cries and shrills of tortured souls await the pit of pendulums steel They came as guests wined and dined and fattened for the kill not knowing what awaited them execution by the mighty swing of... (more)
 Saddlerider ― Posted on Nov 18th, 2010
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A butterfly dream

Doing Sixty ― I hear the rain dancing on my roof and know its time for me to lay my pen to rest and walk the night streets of placid shades of blue Wrap my trench around a soul with my fedora resting tipped slightly to the front to catch the rain that beats upon... (more)
 Saddlerider ― Posted on Nov 18th, 2010
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Somewhere in time

Doing Sixty ― A Past love waits for him Beneath the depths Of despair yet sullen Amongst the apple Blossoms sweet scent And petals silky touch She runs bare foot in a Gown of white and purity Her long Black hair dancing As the whippoorwill Sings it’s message... (more)
 Saddlerider ― Posted on Nov 18th, 2010
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A lost kentucky love

Doing Sixty ― It was the year 1845 when little Laura was born to Mr and Mrs. James Alexander Mackenzie in Fayette County, Kentucky. They homesteaded as many did in that period and put the plough and horse to work taming the rugged land. As little Laura grew into a... (more)
 Saddlerider ― Posted on Nov 18th, 2010
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Graveyard of lost souls

Doing Sixty ― For those of you who believe in or have actually had an up close and personal experience with a ghostly figure, I hope you will appreciate this piece of poetry. I had such a sighting a few years back when I was driving through the night to get to my... (more)
 Saddlerider ― Posted on Nov 18th, 2010
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Why Make The Children Cry-Emotional Abuse

Doing Sixty ― Yes sir, no sir, I won’t do it again sir, I promise sir, please don’t make me cry again sir. These were often enough the words I heard at my flat as a child growing up in a turbulent,emotionally abusive, argumentative, smoke filled and... (more)
 Saddlerider ― Posted on Oct 2nd, 2010
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Career Change: Truck Driving Job

Doing Sixty ― It’s 20:00 hours as I pull into the Long Haul Transport company terminal. I’m feeling kind of nervous not knowing what to expect. You see the company has teamed me up with a fella who has been trucking for them for a number of years. They... (more)
 Saddlerider ― Posted on Oct 2nd, 2010
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A Midlife Career Change

Doing Sixty ― Here I was sitting in my real estate office contemplating what I was going to do with the rest of my life. My marriage had gone south, legal fees mounting, financial disaster rearing it’s ugly head and my children being turned against me. I had... (more)
 Saddlerider ― Posted on Oct 2nd, 2010
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Dreams on a Palette

Doing Sixty ― His studio is alive with her naked beauty of pristine perfection as she poses her slender body wrapped in see through silk that covers the most subtle beauty of each curve of her alabaster skin so divine yet so fragile to his eye The curtain is flung... (more)
 Saddlerider ― Posted on Sep 28th, 2010
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When the Thunder Sounds

Doing Sixty ― Back in the 70′s I met a young Indian man who recounted a strange but bizarre story to me about being tortured in dreams over an incident that happened to him at a ceremonial grave site on his reservation. He goes on to tell me about a white... (more)
 Saddlerider ― Posted on Sep 28th, 2010
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The Chemistry of Fear

Doing Sixty ― Stillness broke as a sound echoed through the trees It was a blood curdling scream of pain and anger deep Within the soul, the cave was nearby and the smell Was so thick you could almost feel it hanging in the air The Moon was full and with the dark... (more)
 Saddlerider ― Posted on Sep 28th, 2010
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Phantom 309 and the Rookie

Doing Sixty ― It’s raining lightly as Phantom 309 turns the wheel over to the rookie he was set up with at the terminal back home in Prairie City, Manitoba. “Okay, rookie get your ass out of the slip seat and take over the wheel. This here phantom is... (more)
 Saddlerider ― Posted on Sep 28th, 2010
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An Angel Wept for the Children

Doing Sixty ― When did it all leave Why did we let go to Our dreams and futures Lost forever like burnt ashes Tossed to the wind When the storm ended Between us and love died Sorrows crept in like poison On the ivy and we cried For the sake of the children We were... (more)
 Saddlerider ― Posted on Sep 28th, 2010
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A Diamond in the Rough-Chapter Two

Doing Sixty ― Saturday couldn’t come soon enough, I woke up bright and early and told my mom I was grabbing a quick bowl of cereal and heading out the door to catch the nine am bus to take me uptown to Sherbrooke and Atwater. Sitting in the bus, my heart was... (more)
 Saddlerider ― Posted on Sep 28th, 2010