Long Hoofbeats Poems

These castle walls are cracked and moonlight seeps through, i hug my knees to my chest as
a sob threatens to break out of my throat. My skin is pale and thin; my bones stab through
my...

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I warned you about Mother telling her stories.
I warned you,
but you wouldn’t listen.

I warned you about the magic
of golem and djinn,
about lilac walks 
and mysterious circuses.
Stranded mice,
abandoned mice,
runaway mice,
unexceptional princesses,
all fodder for the worst sort...

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It really puzzles me when it comes to how 
humans process and react to circumstances, 
for instance, 300 girls are kidnapped by 
lowlife cowardly terrorists,  while the world 
community sits back and says, "...

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The woods were silent except for the shifting 
soft sounds of his hooves as they fell upon 
the forest floor. There he stood amid the mist in 
his white majestic coat calling to me to...

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Ood
Is this sound
From not too far afield
Like mist
Between late dusk and early moonrise
Past quarter of six.
You might not know
It is something unforeseen:
Even as I collect the bad habits
I bear not to keep
Through my sobs, it...

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Angilar Shadows

Beams of light peeking through reflections

Cheerfully dancing over the walls and floors

Dipping to and fro in solar refractions

Every light building a tapestry if wonder

Fairylike flits of gold and silver

Gathering at certain points and then...

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Hollow

Well-earned vacation at last
A tough work week in the past
Nice evening walk in faint fog
Along the banks of a bog 

Some dog howling up ahead
A growl filling me with dread 
I pause at the sudden...

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You're navigating life's jagged labyrinth. 
Filled with clutter-a million things to contemplate.
There's no turning back for the nest of youth is sacked.
At the end of every journey lies life and its brother death. 
 ...

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The war was finally over,
so Parsley, Sage, Rosemary
and Thyme were all waiting 
in anticipation by the clover,
standing in the town square
all dressed up to the nines,
wearing their bodice gowns and
bonnets trimmed with lace and ribbons,
and...

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Long past war’s fading drumbeats 
And beyond the miasmic mists of time
Run undercurrents that displace peace 
And fancied futures hoped sublime.
Once staccato beats of war drums abate  
Far from war graves and their dead,
We...

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Look up at the Eastern sky where the winds blow
Feel the icy fingers that will soon bring whitest snow
Cattle hide in dense groves of trees, lowing pitifully
wanting to go to the barns and find warmth...

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Prancing proud, the horses come
	Hoofbeats loud sound thru the land
Marching to an unseen drum
	Beaten by an unseen hand

First a snow white horse drew nigh
	Whose rider held an ivory bow
He shot the stars from out the...

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Watching old newsreels sadness washes over me 

Highstepping horses, gentle eyes transformed in fear 
valiantly charging under men that could not yield

Amid the noise of cannons, over the death-filled  battle-field ,
sides flecked with foam,...

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There's music of the holidays Playing on the radio There's Christmas decorations Almost everywhere you go.
The Salvation Army bells Ring out for the poor  The "Ho,ho." of Santa Claus In the department stores.
Carolers sing...

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JANUARY 2017 – THE LEADER

Hoofbeats from a strange land,
As cascading Thunder roared, 
upon the horse of prosperity, 
     he rode purposely,

Many embraced him as disciples,
  Others laughed and jeered,
 ...

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The swift hoofbeats of the pale horse.
The heavy breathing of it's Rider.
The rushing breeze carries them onward,
Ever closer,
To the battle.

The shimmering of the maidens dress.
The menacing blade of Evil's dark sword.
The crack of wood as...

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The glass of those large blue eyes cooled the spirit
The morning light streamed  through  stained glass
Windows streamed  golden rays glittered  with dust
She  coccooned  like  a  precious ...

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It springs like rain on mown grass
Winds murmur over quiet pines
No hoofbeats of horseman lost
No limpid water from deep springs
oasis lift from arid sand.
Barbarian rides past towers without watchman
Deep thunder in mountain thrown up
Footprints of...

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We heard their hooves twenty minutes before they appeared
stallions and mares rounding the corner of the world at break leg speed
blur of  red, black and gray wild mustangs, free to roam the plains
Wyoming’s finest...

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