Long Forelock Poems

The rain didn't fall 
last night so much
as it was thrown.

The wind didn't blow
last night so much
as it was whipped.

And a whip is
a thing which
lacerates, it cuts.

The day after
was the last day
and the next days
will...

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.After Bill left the station, he made a pit stop down to the local diner, parked his car and 
hurried in to get some much needed chow.
     “ What’s  up...

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The A, class people 

there had been a mass outbreak, thefts from the store 
selling fairy tales, honestly, it had nothing to do with me 
It was not me who wrote, if you love a...

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BLOTTED OUT
He loved,but could not say
such words,he could not find;
He loved,but could not touch
such warmth,was just too much;
He was proud,but could not praise
such sounds he could not raise;
He supported,but not with words
such feelings,witheld unheard;
Sentiment,tight reined...

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I sit at my table - I sip onion soup
It's good for my cough - bad case of the croup
I could do with a meal and something to sup
But the bar is now closed -...

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My life seems to last forever now that I’ve start aging
The sudden onset aches and pains start engaging

My home is in a theme park petting zoo where other animals live and rest
Each day zoo attendants...

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They were on the summit of the hill as if poised in a portrait.
The breeze ruffling the stud's forelock and mane as he arched his head
responding to the reins he moved on as his rider...

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At the foot of the mountain lies a wide verdant plain
With rich flowing breasts tend its enchanting brethren

A cuddly care that nature does, in collaboration with men
Catered to those gallant souls, nurturing the best it...

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The Corporate State
The billionaires now compete.
    Your vote is worthless now,
          the CEOs debate.
         ...

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I sit at my table - I sip onion soup
It's good for my cough - bad case of the croup
I could do with a meal and something to sup
But the bar is now closed -...

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The Anatomy of a Horse (written for children)

Horse's feet have a hoof, the hard part which he can pound, 
back of this is his frog, bottom part that stays off the ground.
Between his hoof and...

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Her tiny strands of forelock were as soft as silk, 
resting gently between her poll and soft ears-
Her muzzle slightly wet as it began to wilt
For she was saddened and brought to tears.

She had been...

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Villanelle:  Everything takes time: take not time by the forelock

Everything takes time: take not time by the forelock
Whether in deference to the past’s foiled efforts
The tingling ergot fires our desires do unlock

Rye clavicus purpurea...

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victorian canal life - the reality (a true tale  from from my maternal heritage )

We left our abode 
       in old Cowfair
  haggled a price 
for an...

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Fine tussled forelock hides unbridled pain
from stifle-lameness acknowledged too late,
withering lesser those few that remain
watching as Stormcloud takes one final gait.

Soft drizzled rain-drops accompany booms
heard where each hoof tramples dirt into dust.
Mist escaped muzzle while...

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HORSES

Knight of a famous land wanted a best horse for warfare
To buy, along with loyal consul, he landed in horse-fair
Many were on display, but one superior struck his sight
Bay coat, brown muzzle, coronet, fetlock in...

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We left our abode 
       in old Cowfair
  haggled a price 
for an old shire mare

Onto the 
     landlord's canal boat
lock stock and barrel...

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A horse that runs wild and free
 Enjoys freedom with each stride
    No saddle on his withers be
 No grazing muzzle as a guide
    No headpiece on his poll...

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I named her Chestnut, color of her coat,
and love to hold her muzzle near my cheek,
then run my hand from poll through forelock tuft
down withers over croup...such grand physique.

But now concerned about her rear leg...

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We left our abode in old Cowfair,haggled a price for an old shire mare.Onto the 
landlord's canal boat,lock stock and barrel for a life afloat.Farewell to our 
Buckingham birthplace and its meagre living from old...

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Competition day had arrived,
His muzzle twitched with anticipation
And in relation my feet tingled in a way like never before.
For the first time, we both doubted ourselves

But fear not, we must carry on
As I plaited his...

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Julie

By our PM Julie 
who is mesmerising truly
Kick starts Jumbo Jets untruly
Do I tug the old forelock

A boat person with agenda 
Tried to bend me old bombs fender
Nice as a dollar lender
Till payments due to...

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Cheerful evening is drinking

August’s vine,

Warm wind has turned into a musician.

He dances above the rooftops.

He put on a cap with a dog-rose flower,

smoothed a curly forelock, 

And started to play on an accordion.

The sounds float

from...

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