Son Horse Poems

A man without a car is a poor fellow,
It’s like a cowboy without a horse, a lonely soul,
He doesn’t know what to do or who...

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He often told the story of him
raising tulips for wine.
He bragged about his collection
of stored wines which were
labeled"Nectar to the Gods"
He came into Samothrace to
find...

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So calm
my mom

my nose
a rose

I shed 
blood red

nose bleed
I plead

cryin’
dyin’

instead
she said

you picked
he kicked

you’ll live
just give

the horse
his course

a fall
is all

don’t come
unspun

what’s done
is done

tale spun
my son...

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Pegasus in jubilation
Earmarks it’s own constellation
The unique winged horse from heaven 
Statue at Salzburg, earth haven
No wonder, son of Poseidon  

06-October-2021

A Notable Horse Poetry...

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My husband has a running joke
About his perfect gift
And since his birthday’s here, I thought 
That he could use a lift.

A horse is what he...

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consider the source
could tell had been a big horse
could run a great course
(who we did endorse)
(in state of remorse)
(ran while in full force)

a place we...

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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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Frank was in the forces
He took many courses
He enjoyed every one
Until his young son
Said, "Dad, why don't we breed horses?"...

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two roundels

“Mommy, let’s go ride Maxwell, Don’t say no again.”
My son has named ev’ry horse on the carousel.
“We will go soon!”, I promised but I...

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Straight moves the locomotive train miles
Traveling over desert flatland forging ahead,
Coal steam engine Number 9 chug, chug, chug,
Sound waves rolls through, satisfying sensation is said.
Locomotive...

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My husband and I know how to stop an argument
One of us says
The horse is dead
Dismount

This immediately stops the argument
because if the horse is dead
what...

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The Midnight Roper
Written: by Tom Wright
5/27/99

His wrinkled face belied his age
he was only forty three.
I wondered, as he recalled his life
why should be telling me.

Maybe...

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ah, might the nights of tomorrow 
began today
to the world were the people say
the warmth of smiles to show
the way
your love makes me happy
all along...

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The rocky desert was searing red,
And the sky was lapis lazuli
When thundering hooves and swirling dust
Brought grimy, grim men fast riding by.
Their looks and their...

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He made his way across the pond
when he was twenty-three,
an upper-crust Brit who even spoke
the finest, English R.P.
His name was Albert Framingham,
but to all the...

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