"A mother's love is whole no matter how many times divided."
- Quote by Robert Brault
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Cubs, Calves, Chicks, Foals,
Kittens, Puppies, Hatchlings, Fledglings
Wait for mother’s return, eagerly
They don’t hear the drum beats of mother
Mothers don’t hear the joy beats of young
Each day is wild celebration for them all.
Categories:
foals, mother,
Form: Free verse
Dimpled dents, not potholes I love,
Fair unfair both, all doles I love.
With most voted horses on sale,
Steeds, stallions, colts and foals I love.
Popular may be peoples’ rule,
Ought such recurrent polls I love?
If scored with the fair ends and aims,
All penalty scored goals I love.
Should they turn to diamond one day,
Carbons of all the coals I love.
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Ghazal |27.09.2024|love
Categories:
foals, love,
Form: Ghazal
The swallows and falcons
are out of their shells.
The sky has more wings now.
Spring bounds around -
the foals' long legs
kick up meadow buttercups.
If I were younger,
if I were stronger,
If I were lither,
I would roll in the hayfield,
and not worry a bit
about straw in my hair.
Categories:
foals, poetry,
Form: Free verse
You just have to win, Good Steed!
Do I say the Angel’s Creed?
Eyes to be on your praised speed,
Often mind me and strokes heed,
Flying like you had smoked weed,
At speed betraying mind of greed…
You don’t talk of losing, Steed;
I’ll fetch you your choicest bead,
Have you in richest field feed;
Above foals treasure your seed…
In do-or-die affairs lead,
A win like air I need,
Not shuddering like a reed;
When goes the shot your win read...
Means, then, my poor heart shall bleed
And blood hypertension breed,
If something should make my Steed
Forget supersonic speed…
Categories:
foals, animal, business, image, race,
Form: Rhyme
The brumby of Australia, not known to be well bred
Some are tough as leather, but that not often said
More criticised that praised, for damage that they do
Muddying the waterholes, as cattle never do
The biggest problem that they have, their wish to have a roll
Find some nice clean water, then muddy up the hole
They will get to station horses, the mares have foul breed foals
The quality completely gone, and fences torn to holes
The stockman love to muster them, the wildest of the rides
Chase them way along the flat, and down the mountain sides
But we also have a saying, and is so very true
You should never kill a good horse, as some brumby chasers do
So though it is so very sad, we have to thin them out
We can only breed fine horses, if no brumbies are about
Your life depends on stamina, and full trust in your mount
It is your horse that saves your life, more times than you can count
Categories:
foals, animal,
Form: Rhyme
Soon plan B will be presided
and the skies will cry
Is there some cause
to be opined
The fallow fields
on a horses meadow
with her Foals
presides over a warm spring
Lost promises by the trees
although with the beast lurking
St George he tried
to avenge the haunting
Categories:
foals, anxiety, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Like my Uncle Kevin
Born 1907...
But who might we liken
To this Superb Icon,
In his films large eyeballs rolls?
In minds ever striking
To Today's Actors liking:
Named Robert Morrison,
Its closest: Harrison
Or soldiers' Garrison
But he went for John Wayne!
Trying to get round same stain?
Well, he just couldn't wane;
Only Cancer's last pain...
The Gernini factor
One makes first rate actors
Jolie, Eastwood, John Wayne
The Sun might shine, later Rain...
Films above Two Hundred:
Cause to this Talent dread!
Scoring he was fine goals
With ripe horses, not foals:
Western movies and War
Actions supplying raw!
And Wayne was just cherished
Like he smoking relished
Categories:
foals, celebration, courage, creation, integrity,
Form: Rhyme
There are foals in the paddock.
Long teetering legs, wobble, and bounce,
They explore my fence-leaning figure,
dash way.
Foals and their gamboling steps
are in my life again.
Later,
we will race the sun along this white fence
making golden shadows together.
Categories:
foals, poetry,
Form: Free verse
is real
I have an intimate connection with effluence
or of the animal kind.
I could, by aroma alone, which animal
had passed the track.
Most animal dung smell sweet, except for dogs
they have lived so long among us
they crap like us,
Dogs love their excrement and eat it.
A horse evacuation is like rare wine you promise
yourself to buy a horse when you have a garden
Vines that have been fertilized by a foals
morning pee is divine.
If your hands have been in the muck
nothing in the world can offend you.
Categories:
foals, absence, abuse, america, cat,
Form: Sonnet
This is my Recollection
A salutation to mules, donkeys and horses.
They have disappeared from city life
but without them, no city could be built.
Without the beasts no them, no field to plough
we owe then our way of life.
The beasts were sacrificed in our senseless wars.
We remember them not that saddens me.
There is a hole in the ground, a dot beside an oak
where the mare of many foals stood.
I miss the sturdy beauty of donkeys and mules.
The aroma of their work is gone, and we are poorer
of the vision, we shall not see again
Categories:
foals, bullying, creation, earth day,
Form: Blank verse
there are foals in the paddock
long teetering legs wobble and scamper
I want to keep seeing them
even when they are no longer here
we will make golden shadows together
where the sun runs the fence
Categories:
foals, poetry,
Form: Free verse
THE HORSES
There was grassland with a river crossing, a natural barrier.
White horses on one side, and muscular brown horses on the other side.
If one looks well, there are foals of mixed race, they good genes and will
in time carve out their land, higher up, near the hills and water.
When farmers wanted a horse for ploughing, they lassoed a brown horse,
for lighter work, like driving the ladies to the church in a buggy, a white horse
was chosen mainly because they were malleable to handle.
Tragedy struck, developers bought the land, houses were built, filling
the grassland with noise streets and polluting the river.
The horses fled to a sparse mountain slope on the grass, and many
starved, their life span short, and the puma was a constant threat.
The horses mixed freely they had to when their survival was at stake.
Categories:
foals, blessing, corruption, creation,
Form: Blank verse
There are foals in the paddock.
Long teetering legs wobble and bounce,
I love to watch the foals into my life again,
let them nourish my old eyes
with their baby steps.
Soon they will be capering unattended.
We will make golden shadows together
where the sun runs the fence.
Categories:
foals, poverty,
Form: Free verse
Balderdash and buttonholes
Are they wearing real mink stoles?
Reminds me of the days of trolls.
As I say this my eye rolls.
My silly side lives in the drolls.
Are those horses with their foals?
Where are the sanitary bowls?
Balderdash and buttonholes
This poem has grown a nose that rolls.
Categories:
foals, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Monorhyme
High in the dunes, feeding on Beach Grass,
Looking over their land in the Carova sand,
Majestic, they stand.
On the beach they frolic and roll,
Mares and stallions enjoying a stroll,
Tagging along are the trailing foals.
Stallions challenge others the same,
As another band of Wild Horses try to stake a claim,
Fierceness prevails on both sides,
One must win before the fight subsides.
Trucks and jeeps racing through divides,
One band leaves, heads for the dunes,
Frolicking and rolling in the sand resumes,
Wild Horses of Corolla dance to their own tune.
Categories:
foals, adventure, beach, horse,
Form: Rhyme
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