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A Horse To Hate

There’s a horse that I so hate to see,
and at night sometimes he visits me.
His attacks to my thigh
make me think I might die.
Wild "Charley Horse" acts horribly.

For he comes out of nowhere, so fast!
And he brings a sharp pain like a blast.
I scream like a loon
hit by a harpoon.
Then my husband awakens aghast!

But my hubbie can’t help me. That horse,
though invisible, has such great force!
How I love my reprieves
when the little beast leaves.
But his kind never stays gone, of course!

My poor calf he attacked in a pool
while I swam, and I felt like a fool
as I floundered around.
Well, I could have drowned!
He’s a mean little horse and a ghoul.

He’s got kin, and they all like the game
of bringing folks pain. One has fame
of attacking your womb
in a hospital room.
Now THAT one puts Charley to shame!!

By Andrea Dietrich

(note to those who do not know this common
 American expression: Charley Horse is a leg cramp
and all the his kin are assorted types of cramps!)

For PD's "Any Poem Goes" Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011

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A Horse-A Horse: My Kingdom For A Horse

A horse!  A horse!  My kingdom for a horse!

Wast penned by The Bard of Avon of course!

Richard's steed Surrey lay dead

Slain by a crossbow 'tis said

Dick pled for another 'til he was hoarse!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved

(Not for the contest)

Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2014

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Horse Shoe Hero

They call me the BBQ slinger
Well known for my back to back ringers
My aim is dead true
When I'm tossin' them shoes
I could wrap round' a bumble bee stinger.

My skill with the iron's well known
These rookies all covet my throne
I'm the king of the pit
They best deal with it
Cause these beers put me right in the zone

I'll conquer till' no one remains
And brag of ice water filled veins
Not even a test
to prove I'm the best
And poised to continue my reign.

Copyright © Joe Inca | Year Posted 2011

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Charlie Horse

There once was a feller named Charlie Horse,

   Who was unmercifully teased of course.

      But he took it all in stride,

         With a modicum of pride,

            Damning his zany name 'til he was hoarse!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2013

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Limerick: Once a Dark Horse in a handicap

Limerick : Once a Dark Horse in a handicap

Once a Dark Horse in a handicap
Led head, tail and hoof in the last lap
All eyes on winning post
Cameras clicked the most
Horse lost in the negative, so clap !

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2013

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Horse racing


   There once was a young jockey called Morse,
   Who gave a nod and a wink to his horse.
   But the horse it was blind,
   So no way could it find,
   The winning post on the race course.

   6/ 1/ 2015.


   Quote 

   Do you agree,that an inclination of the cranium,
   Is equally as effective, as an oscillation of an optic,
   To an equine quadruped void of visionary capacity

   Translation of quote.

   Do you agree that a nod is as good as a wink to a blind horse.

   I do not know who wrote it . My elder brother taught me this 
   when i was about fifteen years old.
   

Copyright © george seal | Year Posted 2015

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Lord Fartwither's Horse

I must pity Lord Fartwither's horse

as it struggles to just stay the course

both his nostrils he flares

as he bites and he glares

For Lord Fartwithers butt was the source!

Copyright © Kimberly Shaw | Year Posted 2015

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A Distempered Horse

There once was a skinny horse name George.
Poor ole soul lived alone in a gorge.
Three fit sheep came his way.
They were traded that day.
Matted, bony, his belly engorged.  

Onward He forged, living on the brink.
I’ll save him, one young maiden did think.
Head hung; life was his game.
George, his infamous name.
She prayed; from his needs, she did not shrink.

George would not drink; lips were cracked and dry.
She asked God, “Please don’t let him die.”
Water was his kismet.
Sweet feed filled hope’s bucket.
She cut out mats; whisked away each fly.

Six months later, George was still alive.
Lips were moist; he ate; began to thrive.
With some flesh on his bones,
And relieved of his groans,
The day of her moving would arrive.

The time came when George had to be sold.
Half Arabian, not very old
Registration papers.
The old trader’s capers,
You promised them, the young girl cajoled.

How could he live; does he have luster?
Papers lost; no death by distemper.
Confessions on that day,
The girl went away.
Compassion to the horse did whisper.

New owners bought him, his health still poor.
His price and potential was the big lure.
They quickly changed his name.
Greener pastures, the game.
Star’s beauty became his life’s encore.

© June 7, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: A Horse Story 	 
Sponsored by: Carol Brown

(Based on a true story)

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2011

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Just Horsing Around with Limericks

(sorry, Tirzah, I could not do a nice long poem on horses.
I just felt like doing some silly limericks playing off expressions
for horses. Thanks for the inspiration!)

I Hate that Horse

There’s a horse that I so hate to see,
And at night sometimes he visits me.
His attack to my thigh
Makes me think I might die.
That Charly Horse acts horribly!

Horses Have Ears, Ya Know

“I could eat a horse!” hungry bob said
To his friends as he rode his horse, Ned.
Taking it the wrong way,
Ned reared up with a “neigh!”
Bob fell off and got kicked in the head.

Pony Up

“Pony up,” said the seamstress in town
With the new bride’s hand-sewn beaded gown.
But having no dough,
The bride cast her eyes low,
Saying, “Sorry, but my pony is down.”

In Our One Horse Town

We love ostriches. Haven’t you heard?
Yes, it’s true, and I give you my word
Just one old mare lives here.
Had no foals; she is queer.
So each cowboy just rides a bird!











For Tirzah's "A Horse is a Horse of Course" contest






Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Horse Racing 100th poem

Have you been to a race with a horse?
There are many who like them, of course.
Who wins?  We don’t know.
We can win, place, or show.
Any nearby racetrack is the source.

Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011

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Ride'm Horse Boy

Ride’m Horse Boy By Tom Wright Friend Roy tried his hand with bucking horses. Overestimating the power of gravity’s forces, The first spin was rough, Landing Roy on his duff, Now he seeks wages from alternate sources. Roy, I call’em like I see’m, And I see Cowboys riding cows, And Horse boys riding horses. Tom

Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2016

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Flogging a Dead Horse

To the unknown in outer space, sending a missile
on a wrong direction, problems should go on exile
converting broilers to layers
supported by so much prayers
hoping the mistake will turn out to be a sweet bile.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

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MY JENNY HORSE

Now I think I have to concede
My Jenny horse eats too much feed,
Loves her chaff, loves fresh grass,
But through the barn door she can't pass,
Clearly a case of food stampede..

Copyright © john williams | Year Posted 2015

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A White Horse Named Fairuz


I was his prize and glory back in the days when I owned the softest mane 
he'd come into the stable with a smile a mile long, bright as morning rain
with a tender stroke on my forlock
he'd call me his superior stock 
then he'd saddle for a gallop through a field of golden lace 
and together we raised thunder by a creek named Cartwright place 

Soon I traded racing limbs for trots and focused gait  
still he brought me purple cornflowers as he met me at the gate 
the artist drew me up immortalizing  me      
then he hooked me on the wall for everyone to see 
I was his beautiful stately horse with eyes of ebony , 
inside a gilded frame I was Helen of Troy, a beauty spree  

The summer came and went with Autumn rousing fast in toe  
dusk in-swept saddled up and the barn winds blew below  
then I died,
and the jockey cried, 
for a white horse named Fairuz, yes he did love me like a wife 
and every night before he slept he watched with tender strife 


the flowers that festooned around my silky white mane, 
and all the rides he took, that helped to keep him sane   
I was the cargo of his youth 
together we bore like sleuths 
back in the days when racing limbs were fast n' straight 
back in the days when he brought me flowers at the gate. 


The End.

Contest Name: Within A Gilded Frame

Artist: Daniella Arteaga Vallarino
Painting Of A Horse: Named Fairuz 
Meaning of Fairuz(it's an arabic female name)
Date: May 06, 2016



Copyright © Mystic Rose | Year Posted 2016