Best High Horse Poems

I rode high up in the saddle,
on a prancing horse known as Pride.
Outside beaming with confidence,
but empty and shaken inside.

An old wise man once told...

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"TELL YOU ABOUT ME "
   
Born a full blown Libra to a scale of blind justice
My hair & eyes are brown as can...

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Melanie chopped down the trees
(Not by herself, of course)
That Jackie planted, just so she
Could get on her high horse.

The critics all swooped in to say
It’s...

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And I witness
Your deplorable “glory”
Hunching over my tattered spine,
So we can have something in common

You walk with glorified shell-shock,
Another sentient tongue, 
Straddling on the Eros...

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i am made up
in equal parts of what i believe 
and 
in equal parts, i believe in 
what i am made up of.

you break me...

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We judge others with ease, so very harshly!
But what about ourselves?
Not one of us is pure nor sinlesss, 
Unless you are dead, of course.


Moralists have...

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Joys of Spring 





An onset of early spring,
Benevolence floats in air,
Colours full of romance,
Dancing greens to trance,
Eternal bliss !
Flowers bloom to enchant,
Golden millets of wheat,
Happiness...

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HARD HEART

THIS IS WHAT WE OFTEN DO
WHEN TIME IS UP OR THINGS
LOOK BLEAK- 

WE- PRAY PRAY PRAY

WHEN ALL IS WELL AND 
THINGS SEEM FINE THE...

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Unquotable quotes – VI

(Note : A good many of the « epigrams » in this sequence of quotes are a take off on other well-known...

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Such a silly concept is this,
killing men they know exist.
everyone all the while,
put their faith in denial.
till all the people with the power,
insist their faiths...

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Sitting alone in the magazined room 
Reading health trends at our local GP.
There was a group of eight, down and out, 
Thinking there’s places we’d...

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Man: 		woman do not with me begin this morning,
Don’t want to go through the day with mourning.
Look I’ve got enough woes on my desk and...

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You think that you so big and tough,
I’ll show you what it means to get rough;

Dishing out your stupid words,
But it only makes you sound...

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My cloud is a drifty sort of cloud. 
A kicked back, go-where-the-wind-blows, kind of cloud.
It’s an easy-going, shoes-off, feet-on-the-table, kind of a place. 
If there...

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Ferry me furiously further 
from the furnace of self chaste 
and river of man -hope,
The island of feigned wellness,
The high-horse of self-pride;
 hangman of pure-heart. 


What's the shame...

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