Long Foals Poems

You're walking out the front entrance 
Leaving work behind you 
Forgetting the hustle of the day 
Looking forward to a quite drink 

Chilling out 
In your 
Soft 
Comfy 
Favourite 
Chair 

Staring into an open fire...

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"The Spite Syllabub"



The daughter 
is not 
The mother 

Sylvia’s bees were
left milk, bread and butter

Plath by name
but not 
the daughter’s path

in evolving nature
not the mother
nor the father

Love for art’s sake
Art not for Love’s sake

Amy G....

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Choice and a destiny,
something on their mind,
the usual resolution
or a prisoner confined.

Snow, rain or thunder,
shut in, cannot be outside,
trapped and frightened,
or man whipping at their side.

Angelic and innocent,
things not easily forgot,
comfortable living 
or their soul...

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FILLY’S FAMOUS STORY   

Although I am pink, don’t ever think
That this filly is just frilly and silly,
For I am a thorough bred filly who instead
Of eating just oats, for my owner dotes
On me,...

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To thee I sing O’ muse of verse,
Of our world that the Gods do curse.
For what Gods are these who cruelly play,
Their wicked games, for which humans pay.
Not content with a world of joy &...

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Bone Lady. 

Pippa Gray

If you have come for romance, please leave.
Follow the fireflies and they will lead you 
back through the woods, to your manmade path.
There is no sweetness or solace here. 
I am a...

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Oh, noble beast, you stand before me muscles quivering in fright
wanting nothing more than to flee. Unable to break or jump the
bars, you blow steam from flaring nostrils and paw the ground.

Once you ran free...

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I, Mustang, am the stuff of legends
               Roaming the Northwestern badlands 
         ...

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The screen door droops lazily, slightly ajar
Crickets croon lullabies, heard from afar
Kid’s sticky faces, betray ice-cream bars
All on a summers eve

Legs peel off chairs, from the sticky, wet heat
Rocking chairs sway, creaking out restless beats
Mosquitoes,...

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A life looks out on many scenes with many different eyes
With gasps of pure bewilderment, or sighs of soft surprise,
Though  now and then it wanders by the river’s sacred song
It’s mostly when it’s dreams...

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"In My Heart"



In my heart 
the dark and light
In my mind 
freedom rides

A glossary 
of worlds
where white prayer books
long shelved are recalcitrant doves

held in the palms
rosaries bleed a 
different meaning
when lips kiss beads

not real feeling
just...

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In May—When The Nomads Migrate To The Forest-side Meadows
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Give him, a glutton, Excessive doze of the drink—
An ancient Arabian queen would give his king at bedtime
And leave to her lame lover in a den.
Or if...

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Apple blossoms flutter in the breeze.  Awakening,
Barefoot to the brook we go, brightly scampering,
Counting caterpillars discovered on our way -
Daffodil and daisy picking this delightful day.

Enjoying the earth’s rebirth, revitalized are we!
Free, like foals...

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fade out from the camera lens
the lotus bloomed from the broken glass soil
all things came into perspective
as every toil was put into focus

every shard set a different scene
a series kaleidoscopic
following film made of a red...

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ON MUSHROOM HILL (THE WOODCUTTER)

Everyone is so happy, up there on Mushroom Hill
A place of peace and tranquility, and full of cheer
The woodcutter goes about as mastering his skill
Building a summer house for all the...

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Free Verse : Translation of Paul Verlaine’s Vers Libres

(Yet another possible translation of Paul Verlaine’s « Vers Libres » by T. Wignesan, though I prefer in my translations not to derange the visual structure and...

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The old country vet traversed Henry County over hill and dell.

He was a familiar sight in his buggy pulled by his horse, old Nelly Bell!

He served farmers and ranchers for nigh on two generations,

Deliverin' calves,...

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The night was strangely hushed and cloaked
by the clouds scuttling across the silvery moon.
The breeze made the night air feel chilled,
yet her flanks were covered in sweat
as she strained, muscles quivering and chest heaving.

It had...

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(sorry, Tirzah, I could not do a nice long poem on horses.
I just felt like doing some silly limericks playing off expressions
for horses. Thanks for the inspiration!)

I Hate that Horse

There’s a horse that I so...

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When I think about the woods I’m 
Humbled by the architecture of the naked trees
Solid, tranquil, every reaching as I climb
Higher towards the southerly breeze

In Beaulieu, when it rains mother can be seen
Dashing out between...

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If it be truth 
and truth thy goal 
why doth thee shy away 
from heated, flyin' hooves - 
when yearling foals kick high above 
the rooves into the sky? 

If it be truth in fine...

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All aboard this train of thought,
where thoroughbreds are sold and bought,
mares are bred and their foals taught,
raised and fed, turned out and caught,

For all to know, this train of thought,
inspired my soul, one rainy night,
as...

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The brumby of Australia, not known to be well bred
Some are tough as leather, but that not often said
More criticised that praised, for damage that they do
Muddying the waterholes, as cattle never do

The biggest problem...

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After the rigors of winter,
Buried by mountains of snow,
Counting the days until springtime,
Delighted to see winter go.
Emerging flowers entrance me,
Fields of daffodils brighten my day,
Gladly, I listen to bird song,
Happy to feel the sun's ray.

I...

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Argentina.

When I got up and looked out of the window the village was 
floating on a cloud. I walked to where the cloud ended and 
saw the pampas of Argentine and horses galloping in a...

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