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Fool of Infiniti and Queen of Fate

Fool of Infiniti

A wanton bird pecks at the stars
A Jester peers through crystal bars
This prison of love with rainbow hue
Illusion parts to lets you through

On dragon wings forever free
You quest into your dreams to see
Smoke and mirrors and shadow haze
To guide you through an endless maze

Slow motion tear rolls down her cheek
Its only passion that you seek ?
Engulfed in strange duality.
She wonders her reality

Your eyes still mock her with desire
Your kisses light her inner fire
Your touch can melt her to your will
But you will never take your fill

Black widow spider guards your heart
She spun the web, she keeps it taut
It is your only fatal flaw.
A secret, silent metaphor.

And all about her swirl the dreams
The nightmares all with voiceless screams
And in her hand the strangest key
To fit the door of What Will Be ?

And when her eyes search yours again
You take her to the spider den
You spin the dreams she hopes to see
And lock your hearts in mystery.

So enter in to lick the flame
Eternal prisoner of the game
Illusion is false imagery
She whispers your Infinity


The Queen of Fate

The Queen of Fate by the outer Gate
Her carriage to Nowhere, will await
Her cloak is wrapped against the night
Her eyes are wide with peculiar fright

Gray horses eyes turn back in fear
With thunderclaps upon her ear
Blue jagged lightning points the way
Along the path to yesterday

Cold, sullen driver cracks his whip
His crooked smile curls round his lip
His horses leap the cruel abyss
Dark Queen of Fate sees none amiss

Above the mist a gate appears
Who will wipe the Gate-man's tears ?
Gray horses strike and paw the air
Fate Queen ascends the carriage stair

And all about her swirl the dreams
The nightmares all with voiceless screams
And in her hand a wondrous key
To lock Enigma's Mystery

Pass through the gate O Queen of Fate
Another carriage will await
Drawn by Steeds of Promises
Illusion Starts and Finishes

Suzanne Delaney
Iambic Tetrameter
Gothic Theme
For Giorgio's Impress Me Iambic Contest

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013

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The Mustangs

The prairie’s now a city, 
just a cold and sterile land.
The Spirits have been driven out 
for the benefit of man.
The fields are carved with pavement 
and the lights glow all the time
and a towered concrete profile 
marks the City limit line.
But the Mustangs will keep on running 
through the brick and granite plains
with the winds forever blowing 
through their bronze metallic manes.
Time will never tame them, 
forever young through eternity;
never to be broken and 
forever running free.

We try to keep it wild and pure
but the times demand so much.
The land once owned by nature
is now so out of touch.
Another road, another bridge 
and we keep on building on.
Tearing down and building back 
now the wilderness is a gone.
But the Mustangs will keep on running 
through the brick and granite plains
with the winds forever blowing 
through their bronze metallic manes.
Time will never tame them, 
forever young through eternity;
never to be broken 
and forever running free.

The land will give its life to you 
and we shape it with our hands.
We cover up what’s good and true;
its her Spirit wild and grand.
We forged some Spirits from the past 
and we put them on display
then we set them up to be 
the last wild horses of our day.
Now the Mustangs will keep on running 
through the brick and granite plains
with the winds forever blowing 
through their bronze metallic manes.
Time will never tame them; 
forever young through eternity;
never to be broken 
and forever running free.


Writer’s Statement

I reside in North Richland Hills, Texas, a city located between Dallas and Fort Worth (a little closer to Ft. Worth).  For several years now, the “DFW” area, as it's known, has been one of the fastest growing urban areas in the United States. Originally from North Carolina, we moved here when I was eleven and I have been here since.  At that time, vast areas around here were still very rural and wide open.  There were prairies and forests on the outskirts of town and as teenagers, my brothers and I would ride horses through the fields and along river banks.  Some of those horses were not completely broke or tame.  We would ride everywhere...crossing creeks, passing through woods and bramble as we freely rode in any direction we wished.  After school and through the summer breaks, I worked for a rancher and cared for those horses.  I could ride them anytime; day or night.  But as the cities and surrounding communities grew, those fields and forests disappeared...and so did that ranch. It's now a golf course.  

One of the DFW communities that sprang from the prairie is now incorporated and has become a major city called Las Colinas.  Within Las Colinas lies a cluster of skyscrapers called “The William’s Towers.  An artist from Africa was contracted to design and craft a series of bronze horses.  He displayed them on the granite courtyard in the shadow of those towers.  The artist called them “The Mustangs".

From the moment I saw this work of art, I was inspired to write this tribute as a song lyric. I loosely based it's theme around a poem by John Keats titled “Ode on a Grecian Urn”.  His poem was written about truth, beauty and eternal youth.  In his poem he described characters that had been inscribed on an old urn; both animals and people.  He wrote that they had been frozen in time and would remain there forever; eternally beautiful and never growing old. I felt that this theme paralleled the experiences of my younger days and the relationship it had to those beautiful bronze horses.  Ironically, the horses of my youth are forever gone but "The Mustangs" of Las Colinas will be forever young, never broken and forever running free.



Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2016

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A Wishful Horse

If wishes were horses,
And I was a stallion,
Would you ride me home?
Would you ride me to the comfort of your heart?
Would you keep me in the finest confines of your soul's house?
Would you caress my beastly body with your soft hands?
Would I afford the pleasure of your whispers in my ears?
Would you please my soul with your soulful laughter?
Would you ride me through the dullest of days;
through the darkest of nights?
Would you dry your tears upon my willing neck?
Would you give  me a name to bear forever?

Or would you just pass me by,like any other beast?
Would just throw me a soulless glance and fade away-
like mist chancing upon sunlight?
Or would you stroke me a little, the decide I'm not worth it?
Would you look me in the eye and walk away?
Would you let my eyes see you go through the tears?

Tell me Love,if you'd rather not see my heart tear apart,
Why are wishes not horses-
Why am I not your stallion?

Copyright © Matiba Aaron | Year Posted 2014

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Candy Horse Vs Dark Kid

The center of a star reflects just like a diamond...
Returning a pearl within each silver breath that one treasures...
With faceted panels, I promised I'd never...
Sweep over a deep sea of blue waves unmeasured...

There is a pattern woven inside golden petals that kiss the inside of my heart...
Parts of my heart that I've thus' failed to start...
With soft fingers dancing, you're forever entrancing...
My star that's eternally far...


A co write written by Liam and Christian 

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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Black stallion

The Black Stallion

On a hill overlooking a wide broken canyon
runs a beautiful wild horse, an impressive black stallion
Mile after mile, in the distance, the stallion runs
he's wild and free galloping with pure abandon

Untamed and unbridled, he proudly flaunts his energy
No one can break him, his spirit is always wild and free
Nostrils a flare he bolts to the distant horizon without care
No one approaches, whoever could, who ever would dare?

His black coat glistens in the sun, in the pale morning light
His tendons tighten and flex as he readies for his flight
He rides like the wind vanishing quickly from my sight
I wait for his appearance, he arrives shortly before twilight

He sees me approaching at daybreak, will he allow me to his side?
All I want to do is be his friend, climb on top and go for a ride
He never allows approach, in a flash he's gone, far away he roams
He's wild, proud, and free, it's true, but... spends his days alone.


John Derek Hamilton
June 19,2016


Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016

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What Riches To Have Untold

If I were a rich man I tell you what I'd do;
I would sleep all day and drink all night;
Til I was bored and could snore no more,
Then I would look to see if I could find me,
When I did I would climb in a bath and soak in cream til' I was clean,
I would piss away my money on everything not thinking about tomorrow
or even my family,
Maybe I would play the lottery hoping I wouldn't win,
Then I could try it all again,
I guess I would give some to the church then maybe I would find peace with god,
I would travel the world to see what I could see,
I would buy a yacht and sail around the world,
Then if I got bored I would sell the boat and go back to shore,
If wishes were horses then beggers would ride,
It is nice to think what I would do but when I open my eyes I realize,
I am who I am and that I can't lie,
I am broke and that is no joke!

Copyright © Patricia Bernard | Year Posted 2015

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The Desperate and the Dark Horse

Beside the beaten path, I ride
Passed the followers who robotically glide
Over the rocks, the pebbles, and the stones; goodbye
They make their way home and I the same...the throne

Like programs written by the user
They have one task to fulfill
I write my life on my own keys
The virus you cannot kill

And I'll wiggle my way in
and eat from the inside
Until I'm full and want no more
Until the way is mine

Copyright © Jacob Fite | Year Posted 2015

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Original title: LONGING

My dream was to ride
Not on horseback, no, on your motorcycle, 
with you
With my hair in the wind
A whirling tornado of curls
Lashing out at your back and helmet
And my arms wrapped around you
With my eyes closed 
While sunlight etched trees
we passed
In lively paintings in my brain

But here I am
Sitting between your legs
So you can keep me upright
And your one arm tightly around me
While holding the reins with the other
I close my eyes and lean against you
Feeling in your warm chest
A little fire burning
within
you and I

Perhaps that is all the motorcycle I need
Being with you on horseback
While you prevent me from falling
And I am keeping you in the saddle
Perhaps that is what we do,
metaphor for our lives.

Originally written October 15, 2016

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ON HORSEBACK We're galloping wildly My hair in the wind lashing my curls against your back, holding on tightly to you Through my closed eyelids I see silhouettes of trees we pass. My dream, there, with you. Instead you hold me up between your legs. Your warm chest keeping me from falling. One arm safely around me, holding the reins with the other. We're glowing softly, together Perhaps this is all I need: Being with you on horseback While you prevent me from falling, and I am keeping you in the saddle, metaphor for our lives. Rewritten October 21, 2016 for contest: Least Viewed Sponsor: Marugu MO

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2016

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LONGING

My dream was to ride
Not on horseback, no, on your motorcycle, 
with you
With my hair in the wind
A whirling tornado of curls
Lashing out at your back and helmet
And my arms wrapped around you
With my eyes closed 
While sunlight etched trees
we passed
In lively paintings in my brain

But here I am
Sitting between your legs
So you can keep me upright
And your one arm tightly around me
While holding the reins with the other
I close my eyes and lean against you
Feeling in your warm chest
A little fire burning
within
you and I

Perhaps that is all the motorcycle I need
Being with you on horseback
While you prevent me from falling
And I am keeping you in the saddle
Perhaps that is what we do,
metaphor for our lives.

October 15, 2016

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2016