Short Dark Horse Poems
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The Dems have a real dark horse candidate
Ivanna's plan: Wait 'til it's very late
Take the grandest bow
Make this daring vow
The Kushners will fake America great
thick blanket of death
from the forest, heavy mist
lone dark horse comes.
(January 19, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Limerick : Once a Dark Horse in a handicap
Once a Dark Horse in a handicap
Led head, tail and hoof in the last lap
All eyes on winning post
Cameras clicked the most
Horse lost in the negative, so clap !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Our 44th president, Barach Obama,
was born to a black man and a white mama.
He was a “dark horse” in the race when he left the gate,
but with "know-how" and hope, crossed that finish line - the champion of 2008!
For PD's BATTLE of the CLERIHEW # 2
Blaring words without letters,
the piecing screams of silence,
her face a waterfall of tears,
anger reaching for its own throat,
looks punching through dry walls.
The roots of rage
pumping bile into dead buds...
just a bad dream, only a dream,
but why do I beat my chest,
and beg for absolution?
What is it?
That flames me with it's presence.
Like a dark horse it carries me
to places I have never been
and show me secrets hidden to me.
Like a raging messenger
and crosses the thickness of my thought,
stirrs my spirit man out of slumber,
sometimes changing my world.
What is it about the dreams of my head ?
and the visions of my bed?
I'm not crazy,
I'm broken.
Busting knee caps in my imagination, blasting reality away from me, houdoukin.
Bossin', dark horse.
Eating- a bit more.
Running, a chore.
That's a lot, galore.
But no really,
I'm a jerk.
Touchy, feely,
Eh, that's work.
And I'd love to finish,
But it seems I'm a bit childish,
Though I'll leave you with this.
I've yet to lock, load, and miss.
She rides hollow into her night
marked by terror, marked by fright
void expression, empty smile
her crown, a mask, to beguile
She moves fettered into her day
contemptuous chip, her shoulder play
a hint of mulberry on the dew
weathered brow, She only knew
She dies slowly into her life
distorted, malignant strife
perception colors her rotting corpse
a crystal grey shattered horse
I love a dark horse in the running,
All feisty with so much cunning
It's funny what they say you can't do
Simply put, they have no clue
Wonderful when it is a shock
With a splattering of talent and luck
Everyone doubts your skill,
They have no idea of your will
Listen to the message they send,
They will be standing at the end
Color that desire stunning
I love a dark horse in the running
Clipped your wings my lovely one
Heavy words adorn your crown
Silence a corset
Graceful steps once dancing
Hide under skirts of silken lies
I see you in memory long forgotten
Dancing in the rain
Laughing at my curiosities
Hand in hand across summer field
I see him come in from afar
His delights upon dark horse
You stand before me now
Adorned in his beauty
I weep I weep
Beside the beaten path, I ride
Passed the followers who robotically glide
Over the rocks, the pebbles, and the stones; goodbye
They make their way home and I the same...the throne
Like programs written by the user
They have one task to fulfill
I write my life on my own keys
The virus you cannot kill
And I'll wiggle my way in
and eat from the inside
Until I'm full and want no more
Until the way is mine
Form:
Here I am
wearing a clown suit
with absolutely no alibi
Here I stand
cowering
behind this mask
smiling a nice hello
as I wave good-bye.
Here I stand
behind this open door
leaving the answers before me
Here I am
finding out what everything is for
a part of nature
The dark horse of understanding
Here I ride
just to amuse them all
crying shallow tears
entertaining a shadow
Dangerous
Here I stand
Three wishes the good fairy gave
For which I rejoiced and did rave;
I wished for some bucks
But didn’t have luck
When I lost on a dark horse named Mave.
I thought long and hard for the next
For this wish I wouldn’t be vexed;
I wished to spread cheer
To those far and near
But all I could do was send texts.
My last I will choose with much care
And clearly make known my wish there.
10/22/2018
There's a tiger in the woodshed.
Safe and dark it lies,
Watching the night with
Brown and yellow liquid eyes.
The sleeper nestles in his bed,
The tiger kept outside.
No sudden urge will raise its head;
No dark horse will he ride!
The night goes on, and on again
As some nights tend to do,
Moon presiding on the scene,
Lone owl calling, "Who?"
But restless in his dreaming
And dreaming of his sin,
At last the dreamer goes
And takes the tiger in.
Cowboys on a cattle drive
whiskey, sun and song.
Days are hard,
nights are cards,
the rivers run so strong.
Victor’s spoils,
dark horse fail,
they say dead men
tell no tales.
To persevere
is paramount,
and hidden talent
does not count.
Life’s a game,
you raise or fold -
some get gravel,
some get gold…
Copyright © 2013
Dark Horse run.
Truth can stun
Please don't shun.
Father's son.
Foes surround
Mists confound
One last sound
Black Hawk down.
Soul on fire
Quench desire
Won't pay your price
Soul on ice.
Smear my name
crying shame
cleanse the stain
off track train.
Scandal loose
Can't have truce
Grab at Spruce
jump caboose.
No eagles’ nest,
No place to rest.
Gave my best—
Failed the test.
Atlas shrugged
World unplugged
Blood red sun
Dark Horse run.
She is my dream my best friend.
No one is perfect I know that more then most.
My mistakes are many.
Love destroyed all doubts in Jesus name.
I still believe Jesus is with me each moment.
Hazel eyes her eyes are perfect to me.
Maybe I am a dark horse.
Lights guide me into Jesus hands.
Ambassador of Jesus I trust in You Lord.
My heart belongs to Kami even if next life I meet her with Jesus.
Lord I know You have good plans for me I trust in you.
Thank you Lord Jesus.
“Dark Horse”
The lost poetic find their shadows
hanging on a wall, the darkness
bleeds from tainted feathers of clipped wings
to reveal a fresh page, sharp pristine
words fly coolly following freedom,
a tempting taste of heaven after hell
ensues for a while;
in short spells,
creation occurs in Purgatory
Candide Diderot. ‘25
“….dross being removed from Gold in a furnace.”
Purgatory
Dark Horse
In the thin space between the hours,
where midnight is done but tomorrow not yet begun,
a dark horse rides,
trampling time as everything resets.
Her ancient hooves tear yesterday to dust.
Her furious nostrils inhale every wasted second, and
whineys them out in fresh garlands of blossoming color and sound,
flowering moments that wheel around the sun,
putting every possibilty back in place,
and the first second strikes!
Image Me a Poem, contest
9-18-2017