In my Pearl observed a hole:
The Hidden black of a mole;
From that day ceased to be whole,
From that hour A Big Charcoal
I should not give my prized soul
Or, else, smell not my set goal,
Play not a cherished clean role
Nor body support on firm sole...
In Pearl spotted a clear hole
For which folks I give a pole...
Pearl might fish catch: a full shoal
But won't out a quarter dole:
Feared men seek to ride like foal...
The Hidden Black of a Mole.
Two horses talking in a field one day
One said to the other "let's run away"
"But where would we sleep"
"And what would we eat"
"Under the stars, eat? I just wanna play.
So they galloped off as quick as they could
And in a wood they found a cosy nook
Hitherto, the pair
Launched a love affair
There stood in the wood hooves were stirred and shook.
Consequentially came a little foal
A most handsome colt to make their world whole
Then came another
And many other
A herd with no population control.
a foal in pasture
gently starting its new day
a blue sky over
8/23/2015
Rearing on stardust, hungry for adventure
Grazing the evergreen imaginings
Beauty poised for new beginnings
Infer my taming abilities as head you lower
Enthral my youth with a thousand horsepower
Grasping your mane, you smell my fears
In my whimper, taste my naive years
Tears of joy along temples doubts overpowered
Your enchanted saddle is all I ever needed for comfort
A pencil with no lead drew your images in the soil
How I dreaded rain your grace would spoil
Until I grew a thick skin from walking barefoot
Palms stencil about your throbbing torso
You’ve taken my innocence too far
To a space cowboy on a distant star
In a perpetual somersault like a coin toss
To land on your wing...who needs a bicycle?
When I can take off to Andromeda
Time travel like a fearless gladiator
With the subtlety of a pen overcome any obstacle
Your quill completes my hand like ink to paper
I don’t believe in superstition, but your myth
Your wingspan overturns all reason and truth
For me to raise my calling to more than just a whisper
07-29-2015
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
Contest Name: All That You Are
Angry little foal
Anger deep seeded in the soul
Giving birth to its nasty little foal
Kicking and bucking making a fuss
Judging everyone no one he trusts
I will show you how it is done
Ha! Ha! thinks he has won
Proudly he gallops and puts on a display
Shouting out I am the victor today
He laughs and says you cannot win!
I will show up again and again
You can't stop me I'm too quick
Just try Tick- Tick- Tick-
Ahh oh I think he’s going to explode?!!
Remember I own you and will not let you go
Not so fast, you nasty little foal
I am the master of this soul
Pick up your cross and follow me
Because I am the One who will set you free
Young foals need to be nurtured and cared for,
with the right guidance and understanding,
They can live a life that's successful and
outstanding,
If abandoned, they will fall and trip along the way,
making tiny strides,
Bruised and hurt,
They may endure the sand and dirt,
eventually claiming their destiny,
At a cost that destroyed their self-worth.
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