Hearts hear happiness breathing
Heavenly hope free of grieving
Hesitating a healing hearth leading
Home that happens to be heaving
Harm that has heard the pleading
Haunting hastening toward the meaning
Horse and buggy that hauls a load
Handles the hollow form of the code
Heartened heart who has always rode
Hoarded heavily inside their abode
Hoping to heal the heartiest ode
Having hopefulness which has flowed
Hallucinating a haven that might explode
Horseplay which leaves all of creation
Hope of a second chance to avoid temptation
Heaven happens to heal every relation
Hastening us all to last through the duration
Hues of angelic halos remind us of salvation
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December 6, 2020
Cornered in a vulnerable position;
kicked and pummeled into submission.
That mad horse had its way,
I lay dazed on the hay,
but am found in a stable condition.
I'm hungry, feed me, what you say?
You've had your can of food today.
Now I've got to go work for pay.
Won't get your way! won't get your way!
Around the house you romp and spray
and make a mess the whole long day.
A trip to vet's to have a spay,
without delay, without delay!
You're home again and not so gay;
for you a nice tuna filet.
No more cat fights, you'll no more stray.
I had my way! I had my way!
Come over here, you must obey,
and we'll engage in some horse play.
we're making definite headway.
I did betray! I did betray!
Tomorrow is my next work day;
you'll miss me lots while I'm away,
but all your costs I must defray.
It is Monday! It is Monday!
9/2/16
Born in the merry moth of June,
For my little sister I did swoon.
My little sister taken for granted,
we do nothing but fight.
We hate and hurt,
Yet never love.
She was my best friend,
Now she's my enemy.
She does not trust me,
not even to swat a bee,
I am the one who ruined it all,
The one who shut it off,
The care we felt for the other.
We used to dress in matching clothes,
holding hands and discussing loathes.
Now all we loath is each other.
I am the girl who seems so happy,
yet is really broken inside.
I miss the days when we shared,
Ice cream from a cone,
I miss the times we would,
stay up late at night,
Just to give each other a fright
I miss the hugs, the laughter and the jokes,
I miss the fun, the trouble, and the pokes
The tomfoolery and the horse play.
I miss my little sister
Horse play
I bucked the cowboy off in the hay
This is a game that horses just love to play
He rolled up into great big old pile
His anger I did most certainly rile
He got to his feet and reached for my reigns
And spat out an ugly comment about my brains
Since he was calling me a big dumb brute
I planted my hoof on his cowboy boot
I watched his eyes roll around in his head
What he yelled will remain unsaid
I was starting to admire this big tough guy
But I still reached over and bit him right in the thigh
When I pulled and heard his bluejeans rip
I let go of my toothy grip
I bumped him hard with my right shoulder
He was now an awfully pitiful looking drover
Now that I've finished what I had begun
I was thinking the life of a cow horse can be so much fun
By Mike Francis
SADDLE IT UP WITH A BOUNCE
SADDLE IT UP WITH A BOUNCE
GIVE US THAT HOOP OF RESPONSIBILITY
SEE US MOVE EVERY OUNCE
IN TO THE NET OF SUCCESS
IN OUR OWN DIFFERENT WAY
THERE’S TIME FOR HORSE PLAY
LET’S RIDE BOUNCING THAT BALL
GROWING UP NICE AND TALL
SADDLE IT UP, SADDLE IT UP
WITH A BOUNCE
TWO DIFFERENT BROTHERS
AND A COWGIRL SISTER
REACHING UP HIGH
RIDING ON BY
GIVING EACH A PART OF THE SKY
YOU ARE THE REASON WHY
SADDLE IT UP WITH A BOUNCE
DON’T SET ON THE COUCH
MAKE SOMETHING OF YOURSELF
TRY IT JUST BE YOURSELF
BY: SHAWN JONES , DATE 02/17/09
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