Short Dark Horse Poems

a dark shadow at dusk

circling the outdoor arena 
.
a black stallion 
...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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?...

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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?...

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Dark as the night of 
the soul, 
That's seen a thousand
black holes 
You wait on all fours 
ready to kiss my ass-whole. 

You're hard, 
Coated in Sweet bliss
Crystalliss
That twinkles in the 
Tea Light. 

The dark horse 
Amongst a herd of
Leather suede and hide, 

I choose you
My perfect throne,
Regal and subdued
You're the perfect 
prelude
To one's raging 
Side....

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Are gay jockeys fruit of the loom
when riding a race on the course,
and would they need the helping hand
of a leg-up
to get on their high horse?

Would a long-faced horse,
a sourpuss,
not wanting to be a player,
bolt the barn door
or be a neigh-sayer?

If a broke cowboy saddled with a nag,
a dark horse of a different colour
that's queer,
were bent, a crooked rustler,
would he sell you a bum steer?
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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....

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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...

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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...

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