Best Neighs Poems

A horse that runs wild and free
 Enjoys freedom with each stride
    No saddle on his withers be
 No grazing muzzle as a guide
    No headpiece on his poll abides

    His fetlock and his coronet feel...

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I remember a riding pony I had as a lad which was born blind. A filly she was born during an 
Arkansas blizzard and we did not know that she was blind at first for we kept our horses in our 
barn for several days...

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I rode to power on a Midwest horse, 
Bearing amongst the feathers in my cap this terse brief 
from my broken people:
To lay waste to the irksome order
That home and abroad now prevails.
Strained voices break out in the valley below 
And many more in the...

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His mane is long and he is very proud
He neighs and roars and laughs so very loud
Always blissfully joyful as could be
Many funny stories he shares with me

My dear horse loves day and night to prance
Forever asks me won’t you learn to dance
Whenever he decides...

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As dawn starts to streak across the sky
heralding in the new born day.
Feisty rooster already perched on the wall
giving forth with all his might, he crows.

Sleepy hens, ducks and geese scat for worms.
Low moos emitting from the milking parlour
mingling with the sucking sounds of machines
as...

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Behind paned glass, she’ll pass her days.
Eyes fixed across the frozen fields.
Her ruby smile, a thin disguise.
Betrothed to him, steadfast she prays.
On coldest day, they said goodbyes.
Forever true, with their love sealed.

The summer orchard’s ripe with plums.
She waits and cries for dreams untold,
as farm chores...

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Noisiness neighs your code,
Loud, braggadocios, belching
Shouting sentiments and prophysying plays 
As your body disintegrates
And dredges your kidneys fail and your legs lilt frail 
Yet you claim life loud and braggadocios.
The football game gimmicks
The baseball booboos all acclaimed and assessed by you
Whose own health waivers with...

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" The Horse and The Storm Cloud ... "

(From The Solomon Studies Series) # 4
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29)



The Horse and The Storm Cloud
Both Have Thundered Over The Plains

The Horse and The Storm Cloud
Both Race and Are...

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Who am I?
A fur blown away by the wind,
A small nerve detached from a great mind,
A small cheer suppressed by restless sighs,
A little chirp disappeared between big neighs.

Who am I?
A silence disturbed by the chaos,
A small nail in this big house,
A whisper lost among the...

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" The Horse and The Lion ... "

(From The Solomon Studies Series)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29)


The Horse and The Lion
Both Have Beautiful Manes

The Horse and The Lion
Both Stand Up To Powerful Claims

The Horse and The Lion
Both Rule...

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Captain Cook he had a chook
But eggs it wouldn't lay,
So he ate the chook and now he's crook,
He cockle-doodle-doos all day.

Captain Cook he had a horse 
But the horse it wouldn't run,
So he ate the horse as a main course,
Now he neighs in the noon...

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Written by Gail R DeBole
on July 19, 2021
Updated September 4, 2021

A baby who lived on a farm
Would coo and gurgle with charm.
She completely amazed
Her family each day
With all of her sweet, lovely sounds.

She would hear chickens, cows, and sheep
As she fell into a very sound...

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Heading to a cauldron in the dry sea of sands
Far afield the Sahara shores devoid of life
With an array of dexterous army riding further North
Our horses neighs as honed swords beholds Amir al-Mu'mini's hands
Death on battlefield is an honourary worth
Even the treasures of war fuels...

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In a shroud  of darkness 
Her  stallion  neighs , leading death  to 
where death preys. 
As black as the night  as cruel  as the day 
Her aura speaking , in different  shades of 
grey 
Steadying her steed ,the stench  of fear 
she inhales,
A smile  so...

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The Ballad of Love Distorted 

The horse’s ears flicker in silent rebuke
His rider is tense, taut, confused. 
Raw frost shining in soft silver rhythm 
And the cutting cold wind is unforgiving, 

A dark house ahead, his fate there, unseen. 
The rider dismounts with a silent...

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