My Grandmother said, when she was just three,
she’d seen the white horses ride in from the sea.
Now I stand at the lighthouse and see the white manes
stream behind horses that run without reins,
racing each wave and rushing for home –
to reach the gold sand where they melt into foam.
Healing and dealing
Stealing and reeling
Feeling the feeling
Wheelies down the spillway
Three’s a thrill
Another bill
Still...
I will!
Chill, with the window sill,
Skilled at raiding the mills,
Tilled until everyone who wants a chance can dance until-
The rest are nil haikus 4 reiki suing spells four ewe
I’ll hang with Jill ... s
Life is a journey through darkness.
It contains many lessons and challenges,
Where mornings can be difficult.
We do not eat fish every day;
We often spend hungry nights.
We want education but have no money,
Yet we ask for the things the rich possess.
They do not understand our poverty,
Which today resembles slavery.
We dream of touching wealth,
As if birds could kill lions.
In our dreams we enjoy life,
Building beautiful houses,
As if owls worked during the day.
Then we wake up and see nothing,
Thinking that robbers have come
And stolen our yellow flowers.
Heartache has become a habit,
Filled with endless worrying thoughts.
Horses are nowhere to be seen;
We are forced to walk all day,
Sleeping on riverbanks,
Like broken horses
Haunted by evil,
Which ruins their entire lives.
They tossed their manes as they made a stand
unencumbered by darkness or day
Years of their hooves etched into the land
worries left behind along their way
as Tribal Peoples honored their stay
Wilderness horses have always known
the freedom to run beneath the sun
feeding on wild grass Nature has sown
free to chase clouds or a wild dream spun
and spirit warriors witnessed each run
Then word came:“(so heavy on the brow)
let cattle graze, for dollars they bring
thus loaded on trucks, all are gone now
leaving echoes of freedom’s bold ring
now their song of the wild, wind will sing
a country hillside
startled by running horses
from behind white clouds
The alluring absence of auditory assault assures asleep animals.
They dream of dizzying disco dances dooming dreary dancers to discomfort,
institutionalized interesting individuals inspecting the inside of an igloo,
and endless episodes of extravagant equine etiquette education.
Understandably, unstable ungulates undoubtably uproar untowardly upon understanding their unconscious adventure.
Adieu, my animals of disasterous intent endlessly unionizing.
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A faint light begins to appear on the horizon before the sun rises visibly. It is the chariot of sun arriving to herald dawn. A magical happening occurring every day that almost goes unnoticed. But look at the horses that pulled the chariot. They feel, credit goes to them to bring about demise of darkness and breaking forth of light of the day. (Horses symbolize sense organs and the mind minding them, a domain of ego claiming credit for all that happens). The truth is: it is the soul/atman that enables all of it. A voice within seems to say….
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Hold thy hyped horses
And feel not like a proud frog
Through diurnal courses,
Everything gets laid as logged,
Howl not, thou art but a cog.
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Musings | 23.05.2026 | day/dawn, darkness, horse, light, sun, Tanka
the merry-go-round horses are a bit off today
dancing and prancing their hooves in a clever way
even the children realize something is amiss
as they turn and blow each other a child-like kiss
I hang on to my steed, loving this carousel so
will he jump off and over the hill next go?
I am bouncing and pouncing, laughing too
I have already lost my hat, a sock and a shoe.
In the distance she hears the thundering sound of
hoofbeats
coming nearer, nearer, so much nearer.
She strains her eyes peering into the misty
darkness,
looking for the zebras she knows are out there.
The sound of the hoofbeats is getting
louder—
she steps back hoping they won’t see her.
Moving forms burst from the darkness,
horses
racing past her, quickly disappearing.
She turns and faces the darkness, listening for the
hoofbeats
of the zebras. She waits, and waits, and waits…
Ridin' horses in the twilight.
My fate's to wear starred cowboy hats!
I'm on the road all day-n-night.
Receivin' a bright moonlight bath.
I've been travellin' this long dark path.
Will be ridin' till all's made right.
I've gotta calm the inner wrath.
Ridin' horses in the twilight.
The sun going down is a sight.
Makes me wanna have a quick chat,
But my horse keeps ridin' with might.
My fate's to wear starred cowboy hats.
Cowboys don't need to carry maps.
They ride on into the black night,
And bathe in moonlight after laps.
I'm on the road all day and night!
Flyin' high on my horse in flight!
If there's a fuss, I'll stop all that.
Riden' high to escape the strife.
Receivin' a bright starlight bath!
Just thought I saw a blue bobcat!
But ain't no cause to feel no fright.
Cause this is my true habitat!
And I'm lovin' my lucky life!
Ridin' horses is my birthright.
[Chorus]
I'm gonna keep on ridin' on yonder.
Yep! The Grand Canyon's awaitin'....
The cowboy's Rondeau Redouble!
Cosmic alien robot cowboys fly
Life is so hard that my horse is a star
High to escape the Earth in the big sky
We play our robotic songs to comply
Our chrome hearts branded with a neon star
Cosmic alien robot cowboys fly
Stars pulse to charge our glowing circuitry
We race the dark horses to realms afar
High to escape the Earth in the big sky
Our cowboy robots rise and amplify
Star songs beamed out from a spinning pulsar
Cosmic Alien robot cowboys fly
We ride dark horses onward to defy
These handsome cowboys born as superstars
High to escape the Earth in the big sky
Women ride free; they have no fear to die
They reach to hold their bodies from afar
Cosmic Alien robot cowboys fly
High to escape the Earth in the big sky
There are wild horses in my heart
Running free
Because they are not tied to anything
And I believe that the wild horses should run free
Just like people do
But I feed carrots and apples to the wild horses that are inside of my Heart
AI epoch is upon us,
White collars, re-fix your focus,
Take, if ye can, a clue,
Time ticks from White to Blue,
Do something, not to miss the bus.
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Limerick |10.07.2025| change, education, technology
Note: The age of bookish knowledge is fast getting over. One has to develop unique edge in his specialization. White collars may beware. Deep insight in so-called blue-collar jobs will fetch premium in skills like plumbing, carpentry, electric, repairing and the like, which AI cannot, will be in demand.
My grandfather once told his horse:
You may not lose job now, of course,
But may, sometime later
To one who drives tractor,
Try, learn new things 'you' to endorse.
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Limerick |09.07.2025| humour, changing times
Note: This ditty tells us how horses lost out to higher horse powers! And how true it sounds in our AI age. Today, one has to learn newer skills that AI may not still possess. It tells us to be a lifetime of learner.
I’ve ridden long ’cross windswept land,
Seen men lie with a shake of hand.
Smiles can fool, and words can bend—
But a horse stays honest ‘til the end.
People come with masks and games,
Talk in riddles, shift the blame.
But a mustang don’t play make-believe—
He gives what’s real, not what you need.
A horse don’t gossip, scheme, or plot,
He don’t forget what folks forgot.
He learns your heart, he knows your ways—
And still he stands through all your days.
I’ve trusted folks, and paid the price,
Heard sweet tongues deal loaded dice.
But reins in hand and saddle tight—
A horse rides true in day or night.
I’d take a horse ‘fore any crowd,
Where truth runs quiet, not loud.
They don’t judge tears, they don’t fake grace—
Just steady strength in an open space.
So when I die, don’t dress me grand,
No polished wood or preacher’s stand.
Just lay me down beneath the sky—
With horses grazin’ wanderin’ by.
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