Memory Horse Poems

Like the king of Cordoba’s treasury
Reflected in a robber’s eye
A laden dish of memory
Spills into the summer night

From a moving carriage window
A flaming garter flies
With...

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nothing really holds us in place
  and I'm not sure where we go to
    when we rear up
  then some...

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Reins lifted in spite, a grimace
Blistering the urge to forgive the way
Black changed to gray right before your eyes,
Easing away the pain like, in fading,...

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A pleasant memory
I learnt to ride
many years ago,
upon a mare
who was rather slow!
Dear old Fruitgum
became a great chum,
each Saturday hack,
riding shotgun at the back!...

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Ammonia-ed clumps of damp, dunged straw
forked onto her cold barrow, then rolled outside.
Across the field where her ninety pounds
thrust up the dray atop a mulching...

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Time Past.

 I thank those horse owners today,
 that gave me a job and a place to stay.

 A bed in a barn or a...

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I was wondering: were Frost’s promises
The same as yours and mine?
There had to be some point at which 
His obligations, duties, call them what you...

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The human troll

He was the tallest man I have ever seen, bigger than the rest
he had one big eye, a lantern, seeing wide and a...

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Black Beauty a highbred horse was born to kind masters,
as a colt with his mother he ran faster and faster;
he was beautiful and shiny...

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This is a rather nostalgic piece -


Meandering around on rural roads, in search of one-horse towns, with no place in particular to go,  ...

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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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Brave Shadow Mane


Falling free at a tremendous velocity
Cursing my decision for acting in haste
Through clouds and frozen rain I could not see the ground
Losing consciousness,...

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Yesterday...
I had 
an idea...

today, 
it sifts 
through a

a mesh...
of...
memory:

the 
pebble 
slips 

down 
the hill 
of 

the dune
unnoticed, 
'til 

the 
boy 
kicks

a horse-
fly.
And 

the 
minute 
sun-

bleached...

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Snowman - Eighty Dollar Legend

Through gales of howling snows
Three horses in the knackers van, 
Auction over;

Two with eyes cast down to meet their fate in...

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Retirement from community development,
facilitating cooperative economic justice
in this post-millennial time of climate crisis,
feels like being put out to pasture
with the rest of us toothless and...

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