Horse Cry Poems

Beyond the mourning of bereavement

Today marks fourth anniversary of tragic deaths
an aching breaking heart – mine
remembers four extinguished breaths.

(dashed – not while riding off
in a...

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Chasing the gold
    Charley got old
  Youth passed him on the course
    left him with his namesake
 ...

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At his readiness, medley reduced to romance
     Pure patched with strategy, pony Rosinanthe 
     Slick sleuth rotund...

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GREEN
SLIVERED GRASS
RACES WITH A BLUR
WINDS DRYS N COOLS MY SKIN
THE HORSE I HIDE
CRIES IN DELIGHT
I RACE WITH DIGNITY.

Twilight sets...

AS A DAY DWINDLES AWAY 
I RIDE...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Too soon the table turned,

This comfort is swept away.

and the blessings withered,

I smart under the gall,  

my cloak is torn from me, 

harassed by...

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Empty nest syndrome, plus lapsed romances revisited...
courtesy Matthew Scott Harris
sentimental memorialized mental archive

No matter mine eldest daughter
(born December 22nd, 1996)
starred circa within storied
Matthew Scott Harris...

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when I was this many
you can't count the thumb
I had this soft friend
a horsey, all felt and tan
about the size of a piece of toast
but...

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OLD CHARLIE

Old Charlie played ball too long, and of course
He played with gusto, with real driving force
   How his muscles, they ached
 ...

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The Carnivore Within...

Meaty morsels besiege
this vegetarian advocate
yet, the atavistic Jainist within me decries,
egg hen hies his, and lamb hence
carnivorous ache that won't abate
case in point...

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where clothes recline

Once upon a time,
You dreamt with other men.
I too shared dreams with other women.
Today,
Our clothes flock on the same Alna.
Yours on one half,
Mine...

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A horse
                       My...

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Gott Oh Mighty,Trump iz on the Warpath!

Das Don Auld (can hard tank
tucker son of Carl, and leave
landscape barren) calling out
rigged ken tuckered hoarfrost race,
viz demolition...

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I try not to cry or leave with an open sigh.
Instead I hang on tight and cry on the inside.
I pry apart my feelings and...

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It was a night so dark, so damp; the fog swirled thick about the lamp,
a night not fit for man or beast, a night on...

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