I am in that in-between space
where nothing matters
yet everything does.
So much noise around me
while something quietly died inside.
Is it a magnetic frequency?
Misplaced energy?
Not to speak in codes—
I simply do not know anymore.
Surrounded by many,
yet still lonely.
Never truly understood.
No support from anyone.
Are we alone in this universe?
Do we pray to a God who does not exist,
or one who chooses not to listen?
Sometimes
I feel like a broken-winged Pegasus.
Will my wing ever mend?
Will I ever fly from this cliff—
to admire the stars
as the calming wind touches my face,
soaring higher
while the valley grows smaller below?
Tears run to my lips
as I watch the sun setting,
feeling the warmth of its fading glow.
At least that is what I imagined
for a wounded warrior
praying for days
of peaceful existence.
I still wonder—
will it have
a happy ending?
lithe marvel with wings
progeny of pegasus
~ proud magnificence
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
keen weapon of zeus
born from neck of medusa
pegasus triumph
The angelic beast of Pegasus
flew over the land of PoetrySoup
where he hit some turbulence
and lost some feathers
The poets would take up with feathers
and make writing quills with them
and from that day
poetry changed forever
Poems would be richer in metaphors
and abundant in alliterations
imagery would be ripe
And rhyming would be rich
The magical quills of Pegasus feathers
performed wonderfully
giving the authors Poems of the Day
and digital trophies in contests
But an army of poets in PoetrySoup
came about who did not fetch the magical feathers
they would write from their hearts and souls
and would compete endlessly against the magic
These poem warriors
created an endless amount of charm
and they would show that cheating
is not the blessed way
So you must decide dear friend
That if ever you come across a Pegasus feather
will you use it
to quill your prose
Somewhere, deep in a cave, an unknown creature is born.
It will open its eyes to be called ungodly;
Yet, through a mother's eyes, it is beautiful.
The way it steps timidly on unsteady legs,
Is just so perfect for a mother to see;
Whereas others would see only abomination—
They fear what they do not know.
And though this creature could be the next saviour,
Come to bring peace to the world,
It has been cast aside and labelled incorrect:
Something no one should ever go near again.
So, when this child stands, what should have been a horse,
Will unveil its wings and stretch them readily—
Longing to touch the stars—
And it will trot around in its fresh, new body
To show the world the strength it holds.
It is no disgrace to creation—
It is creation's great pride: a pegasus, for all to see.
A horse with wings to transport it far and wide—
Its mother has always known what it was born to do.
And while the world protests a creature so unusual,
Its mother teaches it to hold its head high,
And embrace the qualities that define it—
So that, one day soon, it can flap its wings
And fly.
Near Living Waters a bond is Forged
Gilded Hooves and Wings and Swords,
Feathers of Fire and Light Scintillate Ablaze
I Saddle Up and Ride the High Heavens Way,
Flailing Beams of Radiance, Zion Bound
Upright for the Glory, Upright for the Crown
One with the Bond comes Forth the Golden Man
ARCHETYPE LEGENDARY!!! Swinging Steel like Conan,
Galloping High North propelled by the Wind Force
Solar luminous, Marching Knightly up the High Roads
Divine is the Essence, Blazing Stallions like Bellerophon
Through the Eternal Springs of Life and Beyond,
Sprung Forth by The Calling I'm a Wild Soul
Heroic Sown, Bold, and Sun Born
Gleaming Palladium Shaffron, Cruppers and Crinets
I Ride with PEGASUS, The Greater Self
One by the Lightning, One with the Thunder
Full Speed Ever-Upward, Ever-Onward
Pegasus symbol intrigued me as a child, maybe it was fate.
Loving it without knowing Greek mythology or the story behind it.
There was something about Pegasus that made me feel great
Inspiration for artists makes sense as I create projects with daily wit.
He also gives power to heroes, so that fits in well too.
Heroes are everywhere, it’s easy to find them all over.
Pegasus, I admire, revere, and welcome your mystical hue.
You have inspired me from Dorchester and Leeds to Andover.
Pegasus in jubilation
Earmarks it’s own constellation
The unique winged horse from heaven
Statue at Salzburg, earth haven
No wonder, son of Poseidon
06-October-2021
A Notable Horse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Once a milky winged stallion,
I mistook you for an angel.
I believed your majestic prowess.
Like Zeus, I too hitched my chariot.
Once the sparkling points of night,
I mistook you for sky magic.
I believed immortal your cosmos,
your dazzling namesake array.
Then your avatar sold oil.
I watched your B movie at fumy gas pumps.
I witnessed the curse of your hydrocarbons.
I lost faith in your Earth poisoning moniker.
Then your appellation found home in the dirt.
Assigned by mercenaries feeding slithering snakes,
tracking and tracing, extracting all our privacy
for any perversion of power.
I weep now knowing how far you've fallen.
I should have known.
You were always the prodigious child of Medusa.
MOUNT YOUR PEGASUS (dedicated to the Bezos crew 77/20/2021))
To stay forever beautiful and young
and ride across the windows of the sky
on wings of Pegasus, of which is sung
the merry nine of Zeus, who never die;
their words are flowing still, from every heart
who writes a rhyme or reason with the pen,
perchance to shape the world, or be a part
of what tomorrow testafies was then.
In all of time, the poets take the lead,
of where the world must go, it's in their hands,
and Zeus still loves his daughters in their need
as sure as every poet understands.
Once mounted, Pegasus must take to wing
and every Muse must ride along and sing!
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa
the Doylestown Poet
Those directions that lead to the opposite of end,
riding those chosen ways just around the bend.
The deja vu of unsolved issue in mystery,
the rooting out in quest of truth, to please destiny.
Seeming different scenarios to please the image,
the shades of the mental eye and ego’s damage.
The self of self not aware and its references,
true responsibilities and its consequences.
The season of the chasing tail and many stories ride,
the moon in many phases adding to that tide.
Maiden fares with balloons on jolly noisy carousel,
excitements of dreams in a coming though spell.
Wondrous mental agonies from the same pigeon-hole,
while Pegasus law of love is a different scroll.
The extension of divine love gravity - to take off,
the intuitive flow by virtues law, all thereof.
Foaled out of Medusa head upon her death as told,
the immortal Horse and bearer of thunderbolt.
Compelling mythological antiquity and metaphor,
subtle light revealing room, opening that door.
The hero in the self by taming restless desire,
the language of inferior conquest and glow of fire.
Pegasus senses fragile tensions,
when faith is lost in small dark dimensions.
Daydreaming
With will unwavering
Riding a robust horse
Pakshiraj or Pegasus
The winning force
Empowers one to reach the distant shore
Sky height unforeseen before
But lagging in tenacity it’s often abandoned
Fading dream-flower crumbles or
Die in the bud.
Dreams of the night
Are often haphazard, delinked
Flashes from the recently viewed scenes
Or distorted pieces from life’s stories
Surface from the subconscious depth
Meaningless, devoid of wealth
Give us miseries remaining incomplete
Desires end in surfeit.
Dreams flowering here and there
Dry without getting care
Dreams are after all dreams
Rarely giving us wholesome hints
Of anything present, past or future;
Events in it are haphazard admixture
Of heterogeneous stories one forgets
A realist often neglects.
If you consider that nothing finally fails
You can try to catch a dream by its tail
And rise up through memory’s trailing path
To its head to find if it’s worth.
Born with dream from our birth
We strongly hope to find its worth
In every New Year
Beyond its wear and tear
New Year beacons us towards the future.
Pegasus, the myth, seems amazing I'd agree
Something no doubt, it would be great to see
A winged horse that flies
Is hard to chastise
But I'd not want him, directly above me!
Born from the neck of his beheaded mother,
as her blood soaked the ground,
he rose and soared from the gore,
a beautiful winged stallion
most wondrous and divine among all horses.
White – completely white -
his wings were that of an angel,
and this amazing creature,
by soaring to the heavens,
transcended the mundane
by setting free his mother’s tortured soul.
Through history he flew
with his name synonymous
with wisdom, strength and courage.
Creator of Mount Helicon’s four sacred springs,
from whence nine water nymphs
sprang forth to bless the world,
Pegasus unleashed with the stamping of his hooves
melodious beauty gushing forth from fountains
when his friends the muses sang
and poetry came flowing from the heavens down to earth.
Pegasus resides now in the heavens.
Listen when it thunders.
Could those be his stamping hooves you hear?
Poetry is flowing to this very day,
for Pegasus lives on forevermore
shining brightly in the starry skies.
April 27, 2017
Awesome Pegasus appears in the Northern Hemisphere
as a beautiful winged horse that Greek gods adored;
what Ptolemy saw was something he wanted to share.
When he discovered it, he gladly gave it a horse's name:
nothing else came to his mythical mind other than that;
imagine him staring at it and drawing its stirring image!
Stand beneath it on the longest night of summer,
its tiny stars dazzle more than white diamonds;
it's the perfect night for lovers to breathe warm air!
I happen to spot Pegasus while searching for answers,
how this breathtaking universe came to be from nothing;
it hypnotized me with its twinkles if they were dancers!
Written on 4/17/2017
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