Long Dark horse Poems
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What thou shalt be wasted?
With the ship of sorrow harboured.
Like it gives thee an unexpected explosion,
And the heart of trauma and darkness is implanted.
It clouds into a season of bloodshed and pain,
But all thy life seems to be bludgeoned.
Tumbled into a canvas of time,
As thou shalt find a euphoric heart abused.
No description of fear was given,
With thy face bashed and muddied.
It shalt not be a publicized cry for help,
Nor shalt it be a dark horse murmured.
As a hard and stone-cold sadness torments thee,
And thy emotional feelings go unnoticed.
Memories would put thee in a chokehold,
And thy mutual senses are blurred.
Thou would find that thy pride is thy worst nightmare,
In thy skull is a slug that is slightly planted.
That, my friend, is a trauma that can drown in thy sorrows,
And it can get thee wasted.
She wails to your soul
The coming of pain
The black fairy appears
Voice of the undead
in the darkness
Waking through the mind
Piercing my inner most shell
Bringing the death of you
Pure heart turns black cold
I slowly open my eyes
The nightmare begins
To fade
Let me see the colour of light
My soul covers
the heart in white
To stop the rot of hell
Saving it in times
of darkness
The shield of protection
In black its bound
to roam this earth
Forever more
One soul passes
the graveyard of life
Passing through fairyland
Colours a blur
the heart begins to beat
searching with the eyes
in living dead
This body numb with pain
a dusting of light appears
angel rays
appear through the cracks
dark horse detects
the vampire's grave
Leaches sucking
what's left
crossing the undead hell
a zombie
I feel my pulse
there is always hope
Dark horse rears
on his front legs
slowly standing
on his feet
the mood changes
the banshee
heads straight to hell
With the coachman
of death on her tail
rattling passed
Two ivory coloured
headless horses
leading the carriage
straight to hell
Dumping the darkness
into a bottomless pit
locked away
in the dungeons
no more to see light
I found you love
dark becomes light
colours everywhere
my eyes wide open
my hands outstretched
Raising them high
to the heaven's
no more the fool
the banshee buried deep
in protection
of my heart
in the hope
she wails no more
Far away a distant thought
some say she lives in the pain
not heaven's light
barred to the darkness
where she never sleeps.
I'm on this journey. Sometimes I feel unworthy and at other times I feel that it doesn't deserve me. The ego is alive and well it seems.
I'm at cruising speed with no radar and nothing but clouds before me. I'm losing desires in the battle of need and dreaming is becoming obsolete.
I am at the peak of awakened pain. The view is breathtaking but there is no way down. I'm throwing stones into the unknown listening for the bottom and hearing nothing but silence.
I could fly or fall,both journeys are equal in awe,the difference is the perspective.
What's next, the inevitable unknowing of course. I plan to ride in on its wave atop a dark horse. Eyes of flame and breath of ash,burning down the path that leads to the past.
All before me will be in the cult of now, awake and aloof, living each moment then letting it be consumed.
A windy path is best, tricky corners fix slick egos with shadow play and survival sounds. Cores get exposed and flesh gets rended. All that is left is the visceral and the brutally beautiful.
Like a girl with sparkling eyes and earth underneath her fingernails, the moment bares down and grounds. We are held by her grit and magic for a moment and return to the muscle memory of ancient man in her grip, Mother to us all.
No one should be so charmed as to not get wet. Not sweat or bleed or pant with thirst, life shouldn't be an easy bet with house money where the only ones who win are legacies and dummies. You laugh because it's sounds funny but the struggle is real.
There's a chance though,a secret out through a magical route. It requires the strength of self and the absence of doubt. Many have walked it for a time and touched the sublime but stay too long and it will reveal you to the world. You can't hide from life in the wilds. Kerouac learned this, as did London. Life is meant to be lived and shared but not always in tandem.
We are a collection of individual experiences strengthened by the knowledge we pour into the tribe.
Forest shades wane, as the formidable
moonlight chase, as ghost and goblins wander.
In eerie shriek through briar and bramble
bought amble rubbing against each other.
Thundering growls are heard upon the ridge,
as a coal steed rears for an interlude,
over the immutable wooden bridge,
tenuous brook babbles for solitude.
Sketch of a bereft brittle man couldn't calm
his racing heart to fight an evil force.
He looked demurely with an airy qualm
at the arcane and appalling dark horse.
Distressed and troubled; O, heaven defend
the frigid fear of Earth unblessed dead- end.
10/21/2017
The ocean starts to gurgle.
The waters split apart.
The Dark Horse arises
To follow her heart.
The Dark Horse is rising
With a view to go far!
She intends to fight to meet her dreams
Wherever they are...
This was such a shy
And timid creature
Who resided in the sea,
Tossed hither and thither
More oft' than not
By waves of insecurity.
But a ray of light
Has drawn her to the surface.
For somehow she knows
That she has another purpose!
Though she knows not where to start,
In a way, she feels set free!
She is determined to conquer,
To make her quest,
To gain her victory!
Fortunate failure of fallacy and regret
Contortionist cartoonist illustrating what id like to forget
Proportions of misfortune that I have to measure then reject
Insubordinate illusions of what the deluded ones project
Brandishing bravery as a tool to confront apathy
Vanishing complacency as a fool faces his own pathology
Diminishing returns on an outstretched Hand for mediocracy
Banishing a word in fear of it infiltrating the autocracy
Wealth of a pleasurable sonnet in the afternoon light
Stealth drones hiding under the bonnet of a bomb struck down in mid-flight
Health gnomes on it to prove they won it as they instigate a fight
Shelf philosophy stacked upon it all as we look up to the blazing night
Illumination of discourse as paramount as breathing
Rumination of recourse as they segregate you for dreaming
Communication without force as non violent resistance is beaming
Aspiration for the dark horse underdog winning as its screaming
Collective remiss furrowed brows and a cocophony of injustice throughout the land
Reflective consensus, wearing dentures as the elderly reach out their hands
Introspective observations and elevations of the grand
Non-objective instigations of the weak struggling to take a stand
Voracious curiosity at the passing of a young life too soon
Loquacious luminosity at the exclamations of a full calendar moon
Tenacious furiosity of lamentations upon true doom
Mendacious propaganda that is formed from a silver spoon
A capitalist nightmare in the dark alley of dismay
A conversationalist who doesn’t care out on socialising display
The transformationalist transforming during a military parade
The educationalist performing another game of indiscernible charades
Wonder forming at the dawning of another blistering sunset
Yonder warning as this conforming crowd is whispering political unrest
Ponder the morning as the yawning wind rescinds over the subset
Sunder tawny climate warning as we disregard the youngest
Platonic solids form the basis of physical uniformity of nature
Masonic torrid storm the moment as adolescents think they are mature
Ironic Euclid geometrically far from stupid as we look for another cure
As the rarest of the chosen ones become fewer and fewer
The End
Copyright Elizabeth Moroz 2025
Kenzi's symbolic Destiny. Inspired by Episode 13: "Dark Horse" of "Lost Girl", Season 4. A moving friendship storyline.
May we all be blessed to have true, loving and supportive friendships. Blessed be.
I am her heart
By Michelle Morris
01/06/2023
I am her heart
The symbol of her love
I am the only one
Who can close the portal to Hel
You are all against this
You love me as we are family
But I know you'll see me again
When the Valkyrie comes to Valhalla
I too am now a warrior in battle
And you will know my power
My sacrifice is my greatest gift
To our deep friendship ties
You will know my love again
You will see my self return
Reflections from the hourglass
Will be with you as I burn
See my soul's connection
Those threads that weave us as one
We shake in these moments of courage
But the dawn will reflect our love
See the sunrise bright and cheerful
See my love shining down on you
Don't mourn me, my dearest friends
For our blessing is this truth
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Ever since I loved you
I wished to be your only
wished to see your face every morning
wished to make known to the world of our love
wished to wake up everyday with you in my bed
wished to associate you with every bit of success
wished to love you and love you for ages
wished to appoint you queen
to run the castle of my life
wished, wished, wished and
wished for everything good as it were you
thought I was supercilious for for having you
wished it were long
but then long is not forever
but then my wishes
yet to turn into a dark horse
for me to ride
you and I
world apart
with infatuation
making me prudish
inchoate ideas in your mind
a dweeb you consider me
root of your decision
if its love, we are living a lie
Let me clarify my thoughts:
We love each other, yet I am completely confused.
I had locked my heart away and sealed off my desires.
My bank account keeps growing,
while a sense of peace surrounds me.
I’ve been smiling every day, never feeling the need to cry out to God for
protection because I knew He had been guiding me all along.
Then, suddenly, something shifted.
I started craving youthful and vibrant energy.
What is wrong with me?
There is a word for a woman like me,
I am a cougar, hiding behind the AI filters,
What is wrong with me?
I would love to deeply kiss the Dark Horse
Without feeling guilty,
Memories linger; they can stir emotions,
And rekindling a youthful spirit shouldn’t frighten me.
However, somehow it does,
. Society often overlooks my value.
I embrace my identity,
I am proud of my heritage.
My free spirit is my treasure.
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THE KING SHALL SEND HIS MEN TO RESCUE THE fAIRY pRINCESS
SHE SHALL USE HER POWERS TO SUMMONS THE sCARECROW
HE SHALL AVENGE US. tHESE DEMONS SHALL THE BE CASTED BACK INTO HELL.
THEY HAVE MADE VILLAIN OF HIM, SO THE THE WORLD MIGHT SEE THEM AS WHO THEY WISH TO LOVE. hE SHALL BE THEN DEMONIZED BY THE fAIRY pRINCESS HOW SHALL SEE HIS EVIL AND MAKE HIM INTO A MIRE SERVANT TO THE PEOPLE OF THE UNDER WORLD. tHERE HE MIGHT RULE OVER THE SNAKES AND BATS, THE GNATS AND MAGGOTS.