Best Whinnies Poems

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...

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His
Withers quiver
With power from his hooves,
Tough thunder. He whinnies and snorts...
He flies....

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In open Nebraska, eighteen eighty-six,
lived a man named Floyd Belgard.
Only twenty years, he lived with his pa,
a ranching man named Richard.

Richard had moved out this...

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Proud and gallant he rides in a field
The smell of lavender sprinkles the air
She knows not if the vision before her is real
He sees her...

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such a happy treat
an apple for special friend
equine contentment

warm winter stable
happy whinnies from within
affectionate nudge

spring will soon be here
uplifting sight horse grazing
high spirits prevail



Writing Challenge
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Busy bees, honey please, 
fuzzy golden brown seas,  
displeased feverish breeze.

I've tried so hard to keep
the bees off the three sheep,
but these bees seem...

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Postcard 1
by Miklós Radnóti
written August 30, 1944
translated by Michael R. Burch
 
Out of Bulgaria, the great wild roar of the artillery thunders,
resounds on the mountain...

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My grandson is running around the cul-de-sac
Riding bareback
On horseback
Yelling giddy up Jack.
Whoa! Jack.
Grandma do you have my backpack?
Can we please have a snack?
A horse head...

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What’s that glowing unusually bright?
Alone in the deep woods at midnight.
Look! It has an illuminating horn and mane
Four graceful legs with a bushy tail.
It’s coat...

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Whinny and Spit

 
When a man’s young,
the work’s hard
but it pays well
and he can feed
the wife and kids.
 
Mornings he throws 
crates off trucks,
and after...

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World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems - III - Miklos Radnoti

Miklos Radnoti was one of the greatest of the Jewish Holocaust poets. He died...

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My most popular poems on the Internet (III)

A number of my poems and translations have gone viral, according to Google, and some have been copied...

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One end of a mule is certain to reek
  Its alternative end whinnies and shrieks
    A mule may let go
 ...

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Harry Finnegan loved his horse,
Not in the carnal sense of course,
Just as a valued animal friend
Loyal and faithful to the end.
You’d see them every day...

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The squirrels are dashing here and there.
desperately filling winter larders.
They are still crazy for nuts, after all these years.

Autumn spurs the living and is a...

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