Best Equus Poems

Beneath the forelocks shady shroud
 and chestnut lashes low,
A gaze to halt the human heart
This creature can bestow.
Apple breathed indifference and 
Wistful, fearful grace
Can catapult...

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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...

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Equus -
From birth I felt your
vigorous presence-
In this body, it is a tingle of joy,
Upon which I fully enjoy-

Spirit horse
You have taught me the true...

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Gallops in the shadows,
feared by mortals:
bearing on their collars
the stewards of blitz.
Like thunder from beneath,
their presence, sensed:
beware, I daresay
before facing the eve.

The White Brother comes
with...

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that first breath after hearing Beethoven
inhaling life from him
John’s many gifts to me

feeling his tears at La Boheme
hearing him laugh at Carmen
sharing the shock of...

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beautiful equus -
    refined, graceful, free spirit
    and favourite of kings...

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Equus Caballus
   Flying hooves cry for freedom
      Why are you pursued?


*Inspired by wild horse roundups.
  A. Green...

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Dear Budding Poet:
Modern poetry is a sandbox for all who would build, smash, trash, shake up, and take up the art. Poetry is not writ,...

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Bot for the sake of liberty sanctum sanctity,
none would ever have perceived
	the nano ... nano ... nano 
repeated viral injected lies 
worming thru infected web...

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Publican politicians talk in half-price right angles
Dodge City liberty
being smoking barrel bargain sold 
at a chill, 
Colt-45 degrees
AC (alcoholic crops) bootleggers selling 
Prohibition license to...

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Donkey and Goat

Equus asinus She whispered
whispered with the warmest sigh
from the field that blew softly
with the North wind, by the by

Six years and not one...

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Coulda been
the Hand of the Lying King,
if I didn’t tell the truth so much

Coulda been
Caesar’s right hand man,
if I was kill willing 
to have a...

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predicated on verb hose noun sense 
   with brain matter makes me astute
and this union with the trappings 
   of virtual...

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To become an equestrian first-class
  Jerry had to learn to ride on the grass
    He took off the saddle
  ...

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O Kentucky, my love
Why doth thou wear such a sad Equus frown — 
Hast not thine squire Apprentice
	swept thy Medicaid stalls clean?
Though stable be thy...

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