I lay my dark and spiraled finger
against pure and corded wildwood,
In the wailing current
of the rich wheels of wilderness,
Before the sonant vesper
of dreaming by a worshiping colt,
Shielded from sheaths of stone
by a tree marked in enfolding moss;
The flashing tongues of rolling air
in fluent, black, and breathing flesh,
Smoking in its morning cloak
of great, weaving draperies of fog:
Steeled ink, lashed still and damp
against the awning jaws of dawn.
And from the deep comes soaring
the melody of waters roaring,
Suspended in elephantine glory,
in masterly paintings of old quarry.
Christmas colt felt pawing at his feet
I am being patted down he told his mama.
She said, “Those are kittens, aren’t they sweet?”
Not when they get older, said a knowing llama.
Christmas colt thought they were adorable, fun too.
He shook out his foot and he said, “hello you!”
The kittens were excited, they played around his feet.
He agreed with his mama that kitties are pretty sweet.
She was a cold piece of Work
Smooth as steel
Long slender figure
And a look that could kill
She was all real
American Made
Her type was well liked
Even in the western days
She'll make you feel safe
And tell you it's Ok
She's rarely alone
And hates being at home
She moves sexy & slow
And one by one
She involves them
Then revolves them,
& throws them away
When she's done.
Knobby knees unfold
Awkward & wobbling to n fro-
The colt tries to stand,
Gently caressed by
His dam's soft prodding nose-
He falls down again,
Instinct pushes him
He must try and try again-
Moms knicker assures,
In an effort grand
He does it! Does it right then-
Staggering he falls....
And
As the hours pass
The colt burns across the field-
Mother at his heels!
motif: Natural
New colt weak waddles
Excited about life, look
See the world live life
This is a term that I dislike to no end
It is all in the way that you handle one
They have to be handled like a virgin
Really all they want is a companion and a friend
So the two of you can be one
Where in the end, it is an all win
Remember they have never been that far before
Slow hand and smooth moves are what they understand
You make them think that they are par of you
Be gentle before you ask for more
Let them feel your hand
Let them know what you are going to do
Be firm but not mean on the first presentation
A bad first impression can lead to your defeat
And that will stay in their mind forever and a day
This is going to be your legs and transportation
Handle it right of the ground you will meet
It is so easy this way
A young colt is like the lady love of your heart
Let them know this, they will understand
The romance will move faster than a lighting bolt
They are not a dumb beast, really they are smart
But a lot has to do with your hand
Train a horse, never break a colt
Young Colt
Orange dew
Settles down upon
Trees and grounds
Of Providence, New England
A herd of horses
Gather in
To keep warm,
While protecting their
First born
Suddenly,
This fresh
Young colt and
Mother by
His side
Kicks up
Both hind legs
This young colt
Runs like a bat
Out of hell
Through this chilled
New England wind
You could see
White steam
Pure out through
His shiny
Black nostrils,
As he breathes
In and exhales
This maple air,
With joy
He likes Colt 45
Man how he drinks like a fish
He’s finally figured out
There’s more to life than this
A beer a girl oh now
It’s all the same
He’s living in a world
Surrounded by guilt and shame
Fear of himself keeps him honest
With all his world on display
For only you to see
For days he goes sleep deprived
Riddled with emotion he can’t explain
He burns one down
To forget his life
It’s harder to see
What’s in front of him