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Horse From Mars

HORSE FROM MARS

It came from the sky, a gray silver stallion.
I looked up high, and I have also seen a dragon.

With so many things in this universe.
I'm on stand-by with a camera in my purse. 

Who would have known I'd be the first to spot a PEGASUS.
The town folks wave hi every time I walk my hippopotamus.

I enjoy showing everyone, my pictures of a flying horse.
I don't see why they call a DOCTOR every time I call the TASK FORCE

I think they are jealous over all the things I've seen.
They act all crazy since I sighted a LEPRECHAUN when I was fourteen.

No one ever believed me when I saw an army of dragonflies.
They have a name for me "the boy who See's too much in the skies!"

I don't know why they can't see what I see.
For all I know they are all experiments under Alien Technology.

They don't believe me how I got this magic MEDALLION.
It was a friendly gift from the silver stallion.

I also have many pictures of a  UNICORN.
We became best-friends when he gave me a piece of its magic horn.

We sat together while he drank from the lake.
We enjoyed talking, --talking about how U.F.O.'s are fake.

Why can't they see? The day I fell off a boat, I got rescued by a MERMAID!
Who would have known a mermaid swim around with first-aid.

I also remember the day I followed a LEPRECHAUNS.
We were playing under the rainbow having so much fun.

When I told my doctor about all the things I've seen.
He locked me in a DUNGEON, thinking I was the ALIEN QUEEN.

I begged and I told him I don't believe in any type of alien.
Too bad the master of this dungeon came from another region.

In a way he looks like that one SILVER STALLION from Mars.
The first creature I'd seen the day I fell off the monkey bars.

I have this picture of this horse of course.
JUST help me out of this white-jacket!!! ;-)
If you want to see the coolest picture of a flying horse. 

   ~SKAT~
       &
(A small collaboration with: B-Boy)

re-post for ~FUNNY CONTEST


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Steel Horse Wings of Feather

It took me a steel horse with wings of feather
To ride me through heavy thunder clouds

Through troubles and struggles it led me..
Knowing there would be sunshine behind those heavy clouds

Riding on top of black and darkened storm clouds
Knowing at some point I needed to dive into it

The steel horses`armored exterior withstood it all..
Hail,lightning,furious turbolence combined with unhuman forces

Sunlight drying me face as my steel horse leads me out of it
Now wings of feather takes over,and smoothly we drift towards the sun..


A.Ertsland
September 9th 2012


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My to-do list

I have a to- do list cos I am thirty this year
Top of the agenda is to ride bareback through fire

Done many things in my short life
My twenty todo list did cause me strife

Wanted to walk on wings flying way up above
My bravery ran out they had to give me a shove

I did it, i perused the land from on high
What a beautiful thing, this variable sky

Back to the circus ring, my stomach did flip
Thoughts of why the heck did i think of this

Brought out this Black Stallion with nostrils aflare
Grabbed hold of his mane he gave me a stare.

We hadnt even started yet
my hands they did sweat

Then I saw the large ring, no flames afire
Wanted to slink  off and forget i was here

As I got up close my nostrils held that smell
The oily rags lit up were as hot as hell

Lit up was like a giant firework display
Riding through it, oh my did i pray

The horse didnt flinch  as I fell around his neck and cried
Thank you Black Stallion for being a safe steed




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THIS IS HOW LIFE FEELS WHEN YOU GET TO BE MY AGE

THIS IS HOW LIFE FEELS WHEN YOU GET TO BE MY AGE

I have a general philosophical  precept
Life is in general a bowl of cherries except 
When someone stabs me in the back who didn’t oughta
From a completely unexpected quarter
I mean it’s ok if some dude whom I don’t like or trust
Has a go at me and feels he must
But if my wife tells me I continually bug her with my fidgets 
And then she  runs off with a team of one-legged circus midgets
Or my kids sell their hand-bound volumes of my poems
To buy a ton of horse manure to mix with the garden loams
And even the cat turns down my offer of warm milk
To go next door and sleep on sheets of silk
Or if a poetry contest excludes me simply because my name 
Is unacceptable, maybe because I am black, or lacking in fame, 
Or because I’m Methodist, and  gay, and Republican, and from  East Lansing,
Then I say to myself, well  here’s the thing:
If, along with my poem entry, I’ve  slipped in fifty bucks,
Well then  how can I be excluded?  I mean shucks  -
Rules is rules but when I’ve already paid to be in the winners’ list
I feel I have the right,  and  I just gotta insist,  
Cos midgets and fidgets don’t amount to squat
And sheets of silk or loads of horse manure is a lot
But  my name’s my pride and joy and I am proud to add it
(But I fear to do it again in this contest or I’ve had it),
So in this contest I will remain anonymous
Though I guess the details writ here are just about synonymous 
With a name  I do not dare speak  - at risk of exclusion
But I’m pretty sure this extra fifty bucks will lessen the confusion.
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Written  - with great affection -  for
Nancy Jones's   Contest 	"This is how life feels when you get to be my age..."


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A Summer Couplet

~~ My dappled, spotted horses are running free and wild, on a day full of summer breezy wind, they prance, dance and glide. ~~ June 14, 2013 Couplet For the contest, A Summer Couplet


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Equus Poeticus Variabilis

I’m riding your horse, no giddyap allowed,
simply plunge into the deepest unknown.

Your voice sets the pace, it whispers 
into the ears of my ride, sometimes they twitch

sometimes they find water, sometimes 
the waterfalls absorb all thought. I lean

over neck, sample horse blood like a vampire, 
like a computer’s command mode

taking over my brain, allowing my heart
to beat in tune, my feet to turn to hooves

and kick up or canter, moving with the rhythm
and flow, feeling the sweat of the sun

overhead and the damp of shady pines
and raking the grasses until they rustle over skin.

This is how I know you: the whisper on the wind
the stroke along my frame, the bed stead 

in which I dream, the places of unimagined
like a lure, a bait, overtaking me, leading 

me down a road I’ve never found
until you lent the movement of ride forever. 


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Royal Ascot



Ladies dress up, looking their best
Pretty clothes chosen just to impress

Perfumed and pretty the ladies in high heels
Their menfolk  look keen and prepare to do deals

It’s Ladies Day, at Ascot,  an important event
For spending one’s money and not paying the rent

The crowd roars and cheers with tipsy excitement
Champagne overflows with the toffs and the titled

The royals parade for the eager crowd
Top hats lifted and politeness  all round.

The fine horses parade sweating and anxious
Whilst trainers give jockeys tips for the action

Bookmakers sing out the odds for punters
Whilst tic tac men send secret codes to funders

Favourites are picked for substantial bets
Whilst outsiders are chosen by those with large debts
 
The stalls are opened and the horses surge out
Whips crack, and  jockeys curse mounts

The favourite pushes through so beautifully
And the no hopers go backwards for all to see

The favourite is a winner just by a nod
 the crowd cheers and eagerly collect their huge wads

For the beaten it is a day to try to forget
And the losing tickets flutter down with regret

The racegoers journey back home, fortunes spent
Whilst their ladies plan for next year’s event


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Dark Horse in the Running

I love a dark horse in the running,
All feisty with so much cunning 

It's funny what they say you can't do
Simply put, they have no clue 

Wonderful when it is a shock
With a splattering of talent and luck 

Everyone doubts your skill,
They have no idea of your will

Listen to the message they send,
They will be standing at the end

Color that desire stunning 
I love a dark horse in the running


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Death Rides

Death rides a horse coal black-
Thee must know you shall not slack-

Run away, his red flame mane-
Unto all it is in vain-

For unto death, knows no laws-
Cannot tell, humanly flaws-

He rides in darkness every night-
Vain it is to run or fight-

Death rides a horse coal black-
Thee must know you shall not slack-


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The Gypsy Crown

My heart pounds against my chest,
But I'll keep going I'll never rest.

Until the thieves are all shot down,
They'll never steal The Gypsy Crown.

My mare rides forward, I'll not look back,
Only cheese and bread I did pack.

Days may pass, but I'll not frown,
They'll never steal The Gypsy Crown.

I travel through thickmist and fog,
My only companiions, a horse and dog.

A lonely ride, the trail to town,
They'll never steal The Gypsy Crown.

I hear them coming, but I'll not wait,
The crown will be saved, it's not too late.

Maybe my luck will come around,
They'll never steal The Gypsy Crown.

Into a clearing; dog, horse and me,
Today is the day I make history.

I throw it in the river, I watch as it drowns,
They'll never steal The Gypsy Crown.

I'll not tell you, I'll take the secret with my death,
But I'll give you a warning with my last breathe.

Do not search, It will not be found,
You'll never steal The Gypsy Crown


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Horse Drawn Carriage

A horse drawn carriage is the way to go,
It’s all about relaxing and taking it slow;

The gentle rocking motion you feel,
To me it holds only the greatest appeal;

The scent of horse and leather in the air,
A gentle breeze, the wind in your hair;

The clipity-clop of hooves on the street,
No other transportation can compete!

~For Barbara Gorelick's contest~


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The smartest cavaliers

The smartest cavaliers at the command 'To horse!' 
contrive to be in time for both a horse and whores.

Volodymyr Knyr 
2014


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Why Mine of Course

Why Mine of Course or Much Better and Not Worse



What length of poem will people and poets prefer?

Like long, medium, short or not know for sure

Which through all agreeable ages will endure

And maybe a form of prose which may be pure.



How about Shakespeare who you love so dear?

Or some other poet seeming kind of queer

Who is with his horse and both are lost;

Must be my favorite old friend Robert Frost.



Do you know any poets who sing acapello?

Who is a poetic leader by name of Longfellow

Someone clever and funny who will well-suit

It's Ogden Nash not Republican named Newt.



When on a firing range we may fire at will

Who is Rogers not of Dodgers and fills my bill

If you want Horn sense of humor with no remorse

My poems are best at making you merry of course.



James Thesarious Hilarious Horn

Retired Veteran


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New Poetry Movement and Not Bowel

New Poetry Movement and Not Bowel

I really had to be muchly griping;
What I hate the worst is filing and typing;
Out of my life wish you could take those two
And my attitude would improve, that is true.

In poetry, maybe might start a new movement
And trend that into many hearts has sent
A new way so many poems thou shalt write;
Poems will come tougher and never, ever fight.

So you should think about this for a while;
Now that you have discovered my new style
You now can come up with a lot more clarity
By bring things together and cutting the disparity.

Have I caused things to be confusing
By brain washing and words mis-using.

Oh, and I checked off horse as a category. 
They should add the word sense to it though.



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My Flying Mustang

Along time ago just the other day
I saw a magic horse who flew my way
Well all in all jackpot in hand
It flew me off to a distant land
A place where the Land meets the Sea
We landed there this horse and me
Somethings in life should not go to waste
Such was the beauty of this special place
Secluded and surrounded by sheer rock walls
With an abundance of beautiful waterfalls
Creating rainbows that filled the skies
Oh, This place was beautiful to the eyes
As I looked all around at the giant ferns
Into my heart this place did burn
While listening to the beat of the sea
We had a picnic this horse and me
Then down the beach we took us a walk
And without a word we had us a talk
Life is full of many wonderful things
Like my flying Mustang with golden wings


Written by Michaela and I