Equine Poems

Equine

He melts my heart
as l watch his Dressage
his graceful presence true
of intelligence, faithful,  beautiful

He was once a warhorse
of medieval times
but now a gentle giant
where personality shines

He's a Horse for Kings
with flowing mane and tail
in the Battle of Mohacs
no courage fail

The Black Beauty knew
past Knights rode proud
his sheer beauty grew

Friesian Horse
........................so beautiful

equine telegraphy

Riders exert steering forces
Horses respond and track courses
For gait-along ease
A dah-dit leg squeeze
Serves steeds and their Morse code sources

equine

Equines 

Two horses and a foal graze on my land
twilight, gentle rain

I  think of the days when ploughing 
the field, a sturdy horse

a long furrow on rich black soil
what more is there to know

stroking a flank, the warm aroma of
a horse arises in still air

dreams are endless, in daylight 
three boulders in a field 

Karen Cook: Equine Devotion

In the realm of my heart, there resides Karen Cook,
A love that enchants, like a well-written book.
Her grace is a melody, a dance of pure bliss,
Her smile like the sun, warming every abyss.

A love story painted with hues of devotion,
Karen's presence alone sparks an endless emotion.
Within her, a spirit of strength and gentle grace,
A soul

Equine Lines

Shaped by and for wind
the free flowing mane
timetables share in 
the horses of the plain

Gallop trot sprint unfold  
climbing breezes oblivion 
stoney story is told 
sculpted in black obsidian

Herds mighty now stampede
on hooves brittle exposed
o’er rocky ground to succeed
the grasses’ tufts unimposed

Crashing prairie like thunder
wet glowing shape in steam
gathers around from under  
yellow

H Is For Horse -Equine Trek

Out of the yard
    daughter Bev & me
  on a hot summer day
             of Eighty-three
Hastoe to Cadsden,
there and back
        eight hours in the saddle..
for our first all-day 
hack

Onto the canter path
 

Cowgirl Up

Pitching a leg across the nether
Of a pretty appaloosa or possibly
A chestnut bay who needs to know
That she’s being ridden by someone
Who will take her through the paces,
Strides both gentle and regulated
By a walk, a canter, a gallop, a sprint
Where she feels all her steps
Light, loose and limber as liquid love
That rains down from a

Misty

Majestically standing in the field,
Black coat shiny, bright and sleek,
Pampered and good-natured,
Recently shod to ride,
Comfortable saddle to sit upon,
Whinnied to say "come on",
Spirited  you want to run,
To own and ride a horse is a blessing not a chore,
Treat them right they will be loyal to the core,
Mistreat them !!!!!!!! Beware they kick.

Hamish the Horse

Swish tailed Hamish, gloss black Stallion
Proud prize show hero bore blue medallion
Champion head turner tenacious steed

Lonely hoof stomper longed for a companion
Incidence of coinciding reserved to imagine
Narrow minded owners oblivious to his need

High knee haughty mare trotted by his enclosure
Temptation's waft overcame limited exposure
Hamish neighed a friend request,  - she agreed

Lake rippled muscle, alpha

Post Traumatic Equine Disorder

You should be strolling fields of wildflower
munching heavenly grasses
sun polishing your satin flanks
sipping from a lily pond
running the hills-full throttle
tail twitching happiness
rubbing necks with a favorite mare friend...

Instead, your prodded into a war zone
bricks and rocks smacking ribs
ears rattling from bullhorns-sirens-egos
Shattering glass -shaking tear gas 
from your wild brown eyes.
Trying to figure out the scene
these

Cat With Equine Touch

CAT WITH EQUINE TOUCH
                                                   

Steed - English Quintain Contest

Sweltering sun on his beaded sweat
His iron hoofs hammered the dry parched grass
Native winds did part his black mane offset
Heaving nostrils breathing fire flaring past
Wild spirits burst in his running heart unsurpassed

Sinew and stamina pulsed in perfect time
Galloping veins popping with every stride
Precision and purity surged in his royal blood sublime
This nomads journey held its

Holiday Fun Re-Write For the Equine Inclined 2

Frosty the Roan Man  
   
Frosty the Roan Man was a jolly, happy soul
with a big wide blaze and a frosted butt
and two eyes made out of Love 

Frosty the Roan Man is a fairy tale they say
but the children cluck he could rear and buck
when he came to life one day

There

Holiday Fun Rewrite For the Equine Inclined 1

DECK THE STALLS

Deck the stalls with lots of Friesians 
fa la la la la, la la la la

Tis the season to be Freezin
fa la la la la, la la la la

Donned we now our Carhart apparrell
fa la la, fa la la, la la la

Troll the ancient manure wheel barrow
fa la la la la, la la,

Equine Lasagne

Has this lasagne
 Ever worn a saddle
 Or been ridden in the Melbourne cup?
 I'm Curious as I bought it
 In the supermarket cheap
 When the price of beef was up
 
Though as I sit here looking
 In the paddock next door
 Where a stallion is quietly grazing
 It occurs to me the lasagne you

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