Equines
One really ought to start with the beginning, only it goes so long back
That it is impossible to remember.
I remember being born, but that was just an interlude, cold and
Unpleasant and being kissed by strangers.
I like horses, but that has nothing to do with my inception.
But then, was anyone ever born,
we are just a part of a bigger
A broader picture where we but an unconscious number
But I do like horses and would have loved galloping across some
Grassland and jumping over brooks.
And now we have emboli fever, which is either over-hyped,
Ten thousand dead by September, or is the new plague coming
To reduce our number, I would like to be a horse.
I wonder if the USA will ever be able to live for a whole year
Without starting a war somewhere
JOHN
encaustic
emblems
PIPER
painterly
prints
MUNNINGS
exquisite
equines
TWINKU a double word distich with integral title
Irish Equines and Scottish Rubbish
Admiration's and Despondent
days
as sail will say of sewing's
days
antonym was taught with
pleasant pirch
Birch as drawn or Castled wrong
heavenly curvatures
rarely daunt
Playful men aboard, a sea
Days end nights
Arabic keys
Bought, brought at boughe
nestled beside, curries
left favorite
only and when boats as steam
are played fifth
dedicated to orders and the vice of an Admiral's Home
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
Old MacDonald had a farm
With some noisy critters on it.
They mostly mooed, or neighed,
Or clucked, or brayed,
But some stayed
Resolutely mute,
I'm afraid.
It wasn't his equines,
Or bovines,
Or fowls,
Or anything lodged in his barns or corrals,
But a couple of rather recalcitrant vowels.
The "e" and the "i" and the "o"
Answered the call,
While the "a" and the "u"
Stayed conspicuously AWOL.
I feel every artery and vein
Almost a cup of wine
When you love the drops of rain
I feel the pulses of equines
Your green voice and wild walks
In them pulsates a feline heart
A geese in the row quacks
In your tall neck, muscles look smart
When you are focused on a poetry
A radiance tinges your cheeks
Where the chiselled symmetry
Reminds me of the Greeks
As you accompany your child to school
The sun lays its golden brush
Circles of the curls look cool
On the nearest tree I am a thrush
I watch the handsome visage
When at night my eyes move fast
It's an enticing montage
I stretch my hands, they don't last
Horses in battle with valor showed
In ancient times when conflicts rose
On mighty steeds warriors rode
Swords at the ready to vanquish foes
Modern battles by machines are run
Which allowed the equines to have more fun
Running wild running free
Enjoying a new destiny
In verdant pastures horses roam
Grazing under azure skies
Spending days in serenity's home
Having toiled to earn this prize
3-11-2020
Some Paradise Where Horses Go Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
The locks exist in testament
to the gates that weren’t kept
closed at times life escaped
like the horse of fabled writ
the temptations beyond four walls
outside the barrier that constrains
beckons those who desire
something more than life restrained
equines sadly run amok
leaving safety of the stall
when the safeguards failed to keep
hearts from straying to wilderness
where the barbs pierce the heart
drawing blood as consequence
now that locks are afterthoughts
life will ponder what's been lost.
Men dressed in top hats and tails
Ladies in designer dresses and fascinators,
Bookmakers standing by the rails
Taking bets singles or accumulators,
Epsom downs, Derby day classic
The best of three year old equines,
Tensions heightened becoming dramatic,
Punters drinking champagne and wines,
Beautiful majestic Arabian athletes
Parade in front of the stand, so elegant,
Coats shining, muscular, nothing competes
Showing their professional temperament,
Jockeys in pristine silks so colourful,
Trainers and owners in the paddock,
Stall handlers loading horses so skilful,
Under starters orders ready to gallop,
Stalls open, up goes a roar from the crowd
One and half mile to the finish and victory,
Last furlong favourite in the lead, cries so loud,
Another exquisite young Colt makes history.
On June 3rd 2017
Horses,
stirring, noble,
rearing, running, playing,
with nobility of spirit.
Fine steeds,
their grace and beauty touching us,
pulling, riding, racing,
striving, faithful
equines.
Deep in the dark
chariots race
streaking through space
piercing the night
Equines and sparks
long tails of light
gallop in flight
leaving no trace
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For Nette's Contest: "Ride a Pathya Vat" 'Chariots'
8/7/14 By Carrie Richards
Listen up, all you buckaroo Cassanovas and would be Romeos.
Let me tell you a secret not every cowboy knows.
To win a lady’s heart, you must always endeavor
to show her that you 'll love her and will cherish her forever.
Now you can fix broken things to show her how you’re handy
or bring her a dozen roses and expensive boxes of candy.
You can take her to dinner and try to be witty and clever,
but there’s a quicker, better way to win her heart forever.
Just buy the lady a horse because women love equines,
and a big fancy diamond ring that sparkles and shines.
This will create a bond she’ll not soon wish to sever,
cuz in a woman’s heart, horses and diamonds are forever.
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