Horse Growth Poems

This is for the ones that spend their moments 
looking at the walls... 

I see you, I see 

Nothing can break you, that I see...

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The bird on the hill wakes up early in the morning pulling and shaking the awning giving rise to a tempestuous heat that resides in...

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Once when I was a child
My reins were held by my parents
This pony once led by their rants 

Now that my mustang is old
My reins...

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It's the residue from the gunshot that you aimed right for my heart. See it ricocheted, backfired, meaning another false start…

 A reissue of rhetoric...

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Never Compete
with Artificial intelligence
but instead focus
On developing Unique human Intelligence
Because If you continue
to teach today
as you taught yesterday
then you rob us students of tomorrow
for you...

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I know that 
People talk 
Before they walk 
Walk in your shoes  
They don't know what you've been through 
You've overcame it 
In life...

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"Beating bulls blazing your mind."
Is one sentence affective, perhaps,
To describe you of late.

Pouncing around the Kitchen
"I am not good enough! I am not good enough!".
A...

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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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The seasons will come and go
Life truly never remains the same
There will be trials and tribulations
There will be immense joys and heart breaking pains

This is...

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Simple Musings By A Southern Poet, 
Part One


Lips of honey glisten like dew

does life listen when one begs

a drink, yes just a snort or two

until...

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Fielding Culver stepped off the west-bound train,
and gazed up on the towering Front Range,
it was a cool morn, eighteen sixty-nine,
he’d been sent out west, his...

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Frozen to perfect, stiff, fixed and fast, 
Forever replicating exact,
Transparent colours of love and beauty, 
Forever being abstract,

She’s a water kingfisher, with a purple song...

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The Cowboy
A hundred thousand miles
were written on his face
He'd earned near every wrinkle
Did this cowboy known as "Jace"
He'd ridden cross the country
From Death Valley up...

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Hopkins just fumed, and dove for his iron,
Bud’s gun barked, and he fired right then,
The Pinkerton’s charged at the gunshot,
And stared down on the lifeless...

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Bud’s eyes went wide, and he tried to speak,
But the older man’s stare shut him down.
“Let me tell you, vagrant with no folks,
the words that...

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