Best Hooved Poems

Through eldritch streets I walked alone
With shadows on my track,
Full jellied was  my every bone,
I thought my mind would crack.

Through mist and morbid mire I went
To revel where gargoyles dwell,
A guest whose soul was spent,
To meet the host - the King of Hell!

Through caverns...

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Written: March 3rd, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann

Quote" There is a moon inside every human being. Learn to be companions with it". By Rumi

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If I could I would fetch you...

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Tradition in old English proves
The plural for roof was once rooves
Back then grooves in courses
From heavy hooved horses
Formed goofs in the turf known as gooves


Author's note:  We keep a dial telephone in the house so that the youts who visit us can try 
it...

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In Marshside Lea, there stood a tree, old in trunk and bough
'Twas long ago, this tale, although, it may still stand there now
And in its shade, the young sheep played as often did young lambs
Whilst in the eye, always nearby, of their respective dams

One sunny...

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Motherly Instinct


Mother and daughter, 35 and 13. 
Public transportation, their carriage pulls in. Mom drops her matches, quickly picking them up. Stepping on the bus, the mom senses the hunt, as wolves seethe and inhale the scent of young prey. 
Aging wings are beautiful, yet...

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An old man long in years, in threadbare coat, with grizzled hair, and eyes aged and heavy.
Stood with withered hands once strong and true, which clung to an old cap.

For years he had tilled the soil planting crops, in fields by river's edge,
In the shadow...

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Ancient battles raged, and so it goes in modern days
over who is right or wrong, the fires ignite and blaze. 
The blood flows red in your veins, just as they do in mine.
Despite egotistical misguided thinking, no human is divine. 
It's not possible to be...

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they were up there, on the stage,
" exotic dancers", the term they 
gave; the tall one "Avalanche", 
the shorter, "Aurora"

long black limbs , Aurora's, graceful
steps so Avalanche, her marble feet 
pure snow

they intertwined and caught our men's 
eyes, as we looked and fantasized of 
being...

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Crackling like lightning the scent of rainy sundays and sweaty youth enters my lungs like undesired medication

foot steps and introduction of generations and blood lines fills my head like crazy family stories

This time of night reminds me of you

I walked past the french bistro and...

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Bridal Party- what horses have when they get new saddles

al dente' vegetables- vegetables hard enough to dent your teeth

Oregano- the Italian section of a northwestern state

John Doe- a hooved animal that frequents prostitute deer

Civil Defense- fighting off an aggressor politely

Plaster of Paris- an extremely strong...

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Sheep
                   (Children's Rhyme by Joan Donnelly Ellis)

 Sheep are neat
 Come in a fleet
 Sheep can leap
 Over fences or on hills steep
 Sheep sleep in a...

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Derek runs 26 mile marathons,
With his nerve-damaged right arm
Anchored in a sling: solid sounds, 
‘Cos a truck did cause him harm.
 
The accident changed his life, 
But he can’t remember it, recall, 
It ended his life as a joiner, Fife, 
And now he sells used...

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Various Heresies 5

Tonight, Let's Remember
by Michael R. Burch

July 7,2007 (7-7-7)

Tonight, let's remember the fond ways
our fingers engendered new methods to praise
the gray at my temples, your thinning hair.
Tonight, let's remember, and let us draw near...

Tonight, let's remember, as mortals do,
how cutely we chortled when work...

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Beast 666
by Michael R. Burch

“... what rough beast ... slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?”?W. B. Yeats

Brutality is a cross
wooden, blood-stained,
gas hissing, sibilant,
lungs gilled, deveined,
red flecks on a streaked glass pane,
jeers jubilant,
mocking.

Brutality is shocking?
tiny orifices torn
by cruel adult...

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Our skin’s a splendid pigment blend
of browns and tans and milky white
in coffee creamed and sugared
Bittersweet.

A mighty steed compelled by lust
                  lays
cobblestone
Beneath the booted commonwealth
and is blessed to...

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