Hate Horse Poems

Somethings You never know
Sometimes you have nothing to show
Tears in those eyes
Comfort city on the brink of misery
Killing fields the dreams of you and me
Desert...

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Years add on and still are not free,
Earth's jewelleries are precious golden;

Yet are seen deemed with worth are cling .
In all the fumbles, ponder within;

As...

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-Reconnaissance-

The numbers are swallowed whole by contemplation. 

Dest orlo ana...

Matadors ride the night with centaurs going full stallion. In the center drafted by a mellow...

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Awesomely white, amazingly glorious
Bible Revelation Horse* --- victorious…

   Carrying CHRIST from heaven celestial
   Driven for tasks, divinely essential…

   ...

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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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Animals hate this night,
Keep them safe inside,
The fireworks are going bang,
The smell of them fills the air,
Bonfire burning bright sparks crackling and spitting,
Stand well back,
The...

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Angels in Blue
Saints in Green

The hospital is a cold and sterile place. 
It is not meant to be…
warm or nice. 
It is meant to be...

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Have You

Ever wondered how it happens?
How the last person stays, 
How they make sure, everyone else gets out?

Ever wonder why?
Is that important? 
As long as...

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Tomorrow's Yesterday

Changes are the hardest part of living. 
Just when you get used to things, 
good or bad, they become worse...
rarely better. 
Depressive as it...

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Stair to Heaven

A spiral stair comes in pieces. 
About one thousand to be sure. 
It is a very large box indeed, 
and weighs about 400...

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Show Riders Have A Horse,
And They Love to Do A Course.
When They Are Done,
They Wait Around to See If They Have Won.
Blue, Red, Green, or...

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Oh my weeping eyes
All those promised ties
You’ll never get calm
But flooded under cries
Words are sacred
Words are like a free bird
Knee in front of me
You’ll always...

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she said he was a hoffknocka
a proletariat sort of peasant.
more so a woff doff casscul
a simon descendant of peasantry
he found comfort in poverty.
she refused to...

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out back of the barn
I watch you hitch a wagon

to the fine draft mare
your last harvest bought 

'tis I would be behind her, 
had I...

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Once there was a country boy called Chester,
     he came from the rural Appalachians;
got himself a farming job not far from...

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