Short Hold Your Horses Poems

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Premium Member Vain Animals

“Hey, when is my turn?”
asks the horse.
“Hold your horses,” 
says the plastic surgeon,
“while I give the duck
a quick nip and tuck.”


Premium Member Crazy Word Phrases

I look at the proof in the pudding.
But wait.
She has jumped up and is running flat out.
Hold your horses I yell
Knowing the instant I do
That she does not even have any horses

Premium Member Hold Your Horses

Please keep your language clean
i don't say those kinds of things
I am not that kind of girl
keep waiting for my sister Alexa
in a future  generation 
Sooner or later
she will be coming

Hold

Hold your horses,
hold your guns.
Give me time,
or give me love.
Let me breathe,
in my beliefs,
about oceans deep,
and clovers with 4 leaves.
Hold it in,
hold the phone,
Let’s be lovers,
not alone.
Hold your horses,
hold your guns.
Give me time,
or give me love.
© Ag Ki  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Hold your horses

in the human experience where ego delusion manifests we oft may need to sit on our hands upon storms arising when earth life tests the teaching is known but not yet ingrained thus repeated immersion is needed our reflex response says it all will to God not ceded
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Literature is Dead

      Literature is dead
        so say talking heads
      Done in by new technology
        with an assist from eschatology

      Whoa, Nellie! Hold your horses here
        Illiteracy’s been wiped out
      More folks read than ever before
        ~ it’s literature that’s burnt out
Form: Rhyme

Later

Hang on one second
there's the phone
Wait for me
we'll chat alone

Don't hang up
I'm almost there
Mark my words
I'll come to bare

Hold your horses
I'm not quite done
Almost through
not having fun

One more minute
Should be quick
I'll catch you up
should thing's get thick

Hold that thought
Wait for it
What'd you wager
he'd be twit

Almost done
Not much further
Can't quite make
much of dearther

Hope for time
Not too happy
What'd you say
I call back later?
Form: Quatrain

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