Long Horse Poems
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He ruled the Raging Sea he shaped the Atmosphere
His Face shines upon us and grants us Peace
He,s fire ten times hotter than a hotter blaze fire
He owns cattle and land he is high very high above high
Ever be the highest
All that is his I will ask for something!
Now what is his
The heavens it is his
He found the world it is his
The North South East and West Wind blow it is his
The Sea Atomic taste submerged in wonder it is his
The Waves that gave frequencies it is his
Stars every Star sparkles it is his
The night The day The evening The morning it is his
The mountains Valley Streams of Life
Best Waves of Joy of Men of Women together
Minds do depend on the Head
The deep Smile
Now brought a Smile to the Face of another
The Ears listened!
God Creator oh of It is It is
It is It is It is Oh It is
It is It is It is oh it is it is
It is It is It is
It is
It is It is It is It is It is It is
It is a Moment of True love!
Have what is said now!
The Earth is The Lord
The fullness thereof
And all that dwell in this it is his embraced gently
kiss the door tapped at the door of the mind it is his
It belongs to the Lord God Almighty It is his!
Ask and it shall be given
Knock and the door shall be opened
Seek and you will find.
My husband and I know how to stop an argument
One of us says
The horse is dead
Dismount
This immediately stops the argument
because if the horse is dead
what good will yelling at it, hitting it, and kicking it do?
This has worked for us for fifty years
If you live with a person who lives and screams,
All this commotion must be making her feel badly also.
The simple question
"what are you getting out of all of this screaming?"
might help her to realize what she is doing to herself.
Maybe it is helping her defuse from a bad day at work.
If there are more bad days than good days,
This is a job she does not need to go to.
Maybe she needs help thinking about it.
"Shhhhh you are scaring the dog," might help
And taking her to yoga, meditation. or axe-throwing class
Might help her calm down and save her son from
wanting to tear out what hair he has left.
Toasty mornings with teakettles whistling bring to mind Danish days on Marata’s
horse farm, ponies prancing in the unusually warm sunlight, and new fangled
sparkling silver water fountains. Mirada, Karen and Laura’s Mom hosted Bob, Jamie
and I for a summer vacation. We had just settled into the whitewashed kitchen
when the problem was presented to us. For years the housed herd of guest horses
had been watered by filling lovely old white porcelain cast iron tubs which had been
scattered all over the rolling green fields of the farm in Faum.
Mirada had the forward thinking idea of saving farm hand time [and her the hourly
wage] of piping water to these beautiful horses with new fountains! Yes, my
lovelies, all you have to do is push your nose right here. Out bubbles crisp cool clean
water, minus the dead flies, which often drowned in the old tub! Seems horses are
very suspicious. Nope the herd was having none of it. Soon, if not cajoled, they
would be passing out from lack of water in the Danish summer’s heat. What foreign
creature had replaced their friendly old white tub of water? Where was their water?
They saw no water. Sure there was a scent of it from that pole but “What the
heck?” snorted the black stallion shaking his head at the girls.
We were told there would be no breakfast, lunch or dinner for us until we helped
get those horses watered. So off we went, shuffling our feet to a meet and greet
with the herd. Marata and the girls knew the horses. We almost knew a horse from
a cow. I went right up to this large black beauty, pet his nose and rubbed my cheek
on his face, love at first sight! Blackie started following me and we walked toward
the fountain. Then the sun glanced off the dreaded thing and he shied. I pushed the
control, filled my hands with water and brought him some. Lordy, lordy he drank
from my hands! The herd behind him whinnied. I tried to get him nearer the fountain
but it was a no, go. He’d drink from my hands but not the fountain. It just goes to
show you, you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink, is really
TRUE!
*The next morning Laura begged her own pony AGAIN to drink. He finally did the rest did too then ;)
Bucky was a gentle soul,
The first horse I ever rode.
A beautiful palomino cross,
Perfect size for a six year old.
He knew I was a novice,
His demeanor was so calm.
No matter what else was going on,
Bucky, you couldn't alarm.
I'd have to climb the nearest fence
Just to reach his stirrup
But once upon his solid back,
Off we'd go , giddy-up.
Round and round the paddock
Bucky and I went,
Learning to ride this gentle soul,
It was time well spent.
One morning as the snowflakes fell
We arrived at the stable to be told
That an offer had been made
And beautiful Bucky had been sold.
The stable had many horses
So there were others I learned to ride
But none were like the first one,
The one for which I cried.
I never learned to ride a bike.
I had no interest, you see.
From the time that I was six years old
There was only one kind of riding for me.
for Constance's Horses or Snowflakes, or Horses and Snowflakes contest:
Bucky, by Francine Roberts 07/10/2010
topic: horses (with a touch of snowflake thrown in)
Tom Price phones up John Ely.
"I hear you sell some of the best horses in the county
I'm sending out my best guy if he likes the goods
we're buying one of your horses.
My guy is a midget with a speech impediment just to give you the heads up"
he concluded and hung up the phone.
The stud groom waited until the midget knocked on the door.
"Hello, I've come to check out your hortheth", said the midget.
"Sure, do you want a male horse or a female horse ?" asked the stud groom.
"A female horth, pleath" said the midget, so off they went to look at the horses. One lovely well bred filly caught the midgets eye.
"Can I check her ears pleath ?" said the midget - so the stud groom lifted up the midget to check the horses ears, then put him back down.
"Nith ears.......... now can I look at her eyth, pleath ?" - once again the stud groom lifted up the midget to check the horses eyes, then put im
down again.
"Nith eyth ............ now I'd like to thee her **** pleath"
The stud groom was shocked and a bit offended, so he lifted up the midget and shoved him
head first into the rear area of the horse and put him back down again.
The midget coughed and spluttered, and then said....................
"Perhapth I should rephwase that...... can I see her wun awound a widdle bit ?"
16~12~2014
I OPENED A DOOR TO THE UNIVERSE
FOUND MYSELF SITTING
IN AN OCEANIC VIEW
OF THE MILLIONS OF STARS
THAT DAZZLE OUR GALAXY
AND PONDERED THE JOURNEY
BEFORE ME AND THE THOUGHT OCCURRED.
IT'S TIME TO REST AND HEAL MY FRIEND.
YOUR BODY SOUL AND MIND.
UNDERSTANDING WHAT WE ARE
REQUIRES A SPECK OF TIME.
THE UNIVERSE IS FILLED WITH WISDOM
IN THE FORM OF IMMORTAL SOULS.
WHEN WE ASK THE UNIVERSE
WE'RE ASKING THOSE WHO KNOW
THE UNIVERSE HOLDS THE KEYS
TO WHO AND WHAT WE ARE.
IT UNDERSTANDS WHERE WE STAND
HOW LONG AND JUST HOW FAR.
PASSING THROUGH THE UNIVERSE
CONSUMES, ENERGY AND TIME.
UNDERSTANDING CONSCIOUSNESS
IS TO UNDERSTAND THE MIND.
LONG AGO WE BEGAN THIS JOURNEY
LIGHT YEARS HAVE COME AND PAST.
UNDERSTANDING LIFE'S ENERGY
AND HOW IMMORTAL SOULS WILL LAST.
LIFE IS AN EPIC JOURNEY
ACROSS THIS UNIVERSE OF TIME.
TO UNDERSTAND THE UNIVERSE
IS TO BETTER UNDERSTAND OUR MINDS.
STAY IN TUNE WITH THE FREQUENCY
DESIGNED TO HELP YOU TRAVEL.
STRAY AWAY OR LEAVE THE COURSE
YOUR SOUL WILL BECOME UNRAVELED
BOMBARDED WITH MANY FREQUENCIES
IT'S DIFFICULT TO STAY THE COURSE.
IF YOU NEED , SEEK PEGASUS,
THE LEGENDARY WHITE WINGED HORSE.
Michael E. Harris
12132022
My dear Souper Sara Etgen-Baker
tastes bittersweet moments.
Sweet, because she's riding
on a beautiful horse
to be a number one.
Bitter, because she doesn't
have the same time
to spend in the PoetrySoup
with her brothers and sisters.
We've already missed you
my Texan friend,
you must know.
Let me give you my advice
my dear friend:
Ride well on this race
that life offers you,
don't miss what you always can have.
Be brave, because your horse
is the best.
You can only expect
to reach the goal of your dreams,
the summit of that high mountain
you've been trying
to climb so hard for years.
I just want to wish you
the best of luck
to achieve what you deserve.
(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 hate to see,
And at night sometimes he visits me.
His attack to my thigh
Makes me think I might die.
That Charly Horse acts horribly!
Horses Have Ears, Ya Know
“I could eat a horse!” hungry bob said
To his friends as he rode his horse, Ned.
Taking it the wrong way,
Ned reared up with a “neigh!”
Bob fell off and got kicked in the head.
Pony Up
“Pony up,” said the seamstress in town
With the new bride’s hand-sewn beaded gown.
But having no dough,
The bride cast her eyes low,
Saying, “Sorry, but my pony is down.”
In Our One Horse Town
We love ostriches. Haven’t you heard?
Yes, it’s true, and I give you my word
Just one old mare lives here.
Had no foals; she is *****.
So each cowboy just rides a bird!
For Tirzah's "A Horse is a Horse of Course" contest
About the end of times when
Carts were hauled by Shires,
Coal was king and homes
Were heated by open fires,
A seemingly huge dark figure
From my early childhood days
As he drove his horse and cart
Through the country byways
From village to village to village
Delivering sacks of coal
To feed our coal fires, then
Each home’s heart and soul.
One hundredweight of coal
Measured into each heavy sack
Which they’d hoist off the cart
Onto a waiting broad back
To be carried to the coal shed
To be skilfully slipped
And with ease of movement
Very carefully tipped
Not a black lump wasted
As it piled on the coal heap8
For money was tight
And coal wasn’t cheap.
His horse patiently standing
By each house’s kerb side
Waiting to be led on or
For him to climb up and ride.
Hours they must have spent
Huddled on that cart seat
Muffled up for winter’s cold
Or soaking up summer’s heat.
One day suddenly, progress,
The Shire retired out to grass
The second hand liveried lorry
Shelter behind steel and glass.
Still a hard dirty job but warmer
As the world moved slowly on
King Coal was coldly murdered
And the job was virtually gone.
Just a figure from history
From a simpler, slower age
Not even meriting a foot note
On a social history primer’s page.
Is there a niche in time and space
Where a coal man and his horse,
Waggon piled with sacks, eternally
Trundles his once essential course
BLUE COLLAR MAN
Just a man of a blue collar clan,
I eat, I breathe, I'll die.
In time my life will be forgotten
like clouds drift cross the sky.
Twas a time when reason was rhyme,
when souls could not be sold.
No bad intent, what's said was meant,
one's self was self controlled.
As some grow, they begin to know
the nature of mankind.
A sneak attack, a knife in the back,
or just get left behind.
Tis foolish youth who never learns
to play deceptive games,
to see the forrest not the trees,
more pitty or more shame?
Bury deep their innocence,
let greed and lust prevail.
A thoughtful heart, horse after cart,
a formula to fail.
To be the one, one must become,
to succeed at any cost,
it takes it's toll, the price is high
to where their soul is lost.
One mans fail, another's success.
Each to their own purview.
It matters most to burdened host.
Karma is life's milieux.
The sated soul does not compete
within their own dark side.
Never to gain through others' pain,
taking lifes tides in stride.
A blue collar man content in my clan,
I have no life regrets.
A simple life, lived well, head high.
I've love and love begets.