Short Gelding Poems

My beautiful Chey,

Warm brown eyes in chestnut face.

Nuzzling my hand,

Gentleness personified.

My lovely Arab gelding....

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He neatly won the race hands down.
It was the gelding's break maiden.
He secured the coveted crown.
He neatly won the race hands down.
Triumphant smile, no frown. No frown!
Both horse and jockey wreath-laden!
He neatly won the race hands down.
It was the gelding's break maiden....

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We could never get a divorce;
we couldn’t decide who gets which horse.
It’s hard enough to lose your spouse,
split the furniture and sell the house.
If I lost my little gelding or mare,
it’d be an agony I could not bear.
Because of the enormity of the loss,
I would surely hit the sauce.
So we will avoid a divorce mistake
and stay together, for the horses’ sake....

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Two horses share the acre of pasture--
A proud Arabian, now a gelding,
Who sired seven stately champions, stands
Elegantly while I snap his picture.
The other one, a thirty-two-year-old
With a sagging back, stands waiting to die--
A three times national champion stud
With honors--ribbons and trophies galore
Moving slowly toward the feeding trough
No longer poses for photographers.

written June 14, 2021...

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