Short One Horse Poems
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Some love fast cars and planes,
Buses,tractors or trains-
In the saddle,the place to be,
One horse-power,sits well with me.
Some love fast cars and planes,
Buses,tractors or trains-
In the saddle,the place to be,
One horse-power,sits well with me.
| Year Posted 2010
Let's all draw something that's new
Doodle. Doodle.
Something sweet to see us through
Doodle all the day.
Doodle all the night
Doodle come the light.
Doodly dum and doodly doo
In a one horse open sleigh.
I played out my string,
I ran my race
My chaps are frayed,
but spurs in place
Still one horse to ride,
with saddle in hand
That last trail awaits,
—final sunset commands
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
Ass-y-metric.! Or so i'm told.? Whether its war or
The economy? or congress (on hold)
Down is the latest up.' And soon up well
it won't
Be found..There just are too many
Donkeys leading, i much preffer the former
One horse towns.)
rodeos and one night stands
whiskey drinkin' and heart breakin'
every girls knight in shining armor
horse ridin' and cattle herdin'
hat tippin' and boot scootin'
you'll never learn your lesson . . .
in this one horse town .
Form:
Which Horse Are You
(Double Haiku)
Miracle Man
10/6/2024
The words won’t and can’t
horses with unlike bloodlines,
but both still horses.
One horse thinks it can't
The other is proud and Won’t.
Both are pedigreed.
A horse is really just a horse
We do know that of course
They cannot talk
So, we are told
But if I may be so bold
To remind you of a show of old
About one horse who was,
Supposedly, just a horse of course
He would eat all day
And when he was out of hay
Shout till he was hoarse
!!!!WILLLLLLBURRRRR!!!!
A Prince of Life,
A Prince of Death,
two courts for him to flee
One horse disappears under a
ransomed moon,
a drawbridge now unseen
Eyes close tight
and turn within,
all royalty disowned
As the King calls once
and the Queen calls twice
—the Jester on the throne
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
A Prince of Life—A Prince of Death,
two courts for him to flee
One horse disappears under a ransomed
moon,
—a drawbridge now unseen
Eyes close tight and turn within,
all royalty disowned
As the King calls once and the Queen
calls twice,
—the Jester on the throne
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Shop bells tinkling from eight 'til late
queuing customers having to wait;
Thursday,closing at noon
opportunity to court and spoon.
Collection boxes built into walls,
gossiping ladies in their shawls;
Bells pealing on the hour,
drays pulled by one horse power.
Factory hooters' blowing
Moring cocks' a crowing;
Cycle bells a-ringing,
Food home delivery a-bringing.
Shop bells tinkling from eight 'til late
queuing customers having to wait;
Thursday,closing at noon
opportunity to court and spoon.
Collection boxes built into walls,
gossiping ladies in their shawls;
Bells pealing on the hour,
drays pulled by one horse power.
Factory hooters' blowing
Morning cockrels' crowing;
Cycle bells a-ringing,
Provisions from vans' a-bringing.
around and around
up and down
the merry-go-round
goes round
again and again
and again
as the sounds of music play
fond of youth and the gay
and the bells
in the one horse open slay
flashes of color and detail flash quickly by
elegant wooden carved animals
with shiny painted tails
prancing horses with nostrils flaring
regal lion with full curly mane staring
and a golden chariot awaiting fair
Cinderella
The pill of life would cost, I fear,
Much more than I can pay,
But I still hope there will be one
For saving lives some day.
A pill that conquers all disease
And takes all pain away,
I know, somewhere, some super brain,
Strong willed enough to stay
Is working on this superb pill.
I hope there’s no delay,
For I’m fast falling all apart
Like fabled one-horse shay.
Februzry 2, 2013
For Pill of Life Contest
It’s Thursday evening, almost nine
foot-tap, fiddle, and banjo time
with juke-box tales of love’s romance
the county jail, a second chance
for bourbon belles or backroad trucks
mail-box motels, living on luck
from one horse towns to city bars
acoustic sounds that drive guitars
harmonicas with prairie dust
Americana, steel mill rust
cornbread kitchen, joy, and sorrow
songs that long for bright tomorrows
it’s Nashville on my radio
Bob Harris and his Country Show!
Hop on for the thrill o your life
A bronco might throw you in seconds
But on this ride you'll manage the reins
Though your horse may be a runaway train
You'll go up, you'll come down
You'll for sure bounce around
Will you be able to stay the course?
It depends on how you manage the horse...
Here's a tip for you cowboys out there
For those who've been known to swear
Don't place it all on one horse -- Don't you dare
Go ahead: Buy those stocks ~ Say a prayer!
Afore twilight winged bugs
Come to rest
On a gently rippling creek
Where placid mists acquiesced
And one horse carriages so sleek
Surrendered humanity’s finest
Midnight sons to seek
Their customary agonist
So renowned they were to sneak
Neither humility nor unheard cries
Echo past the shop displays
Beyond the attendant sunrise
An unsightly game
It remains the same
All in a daze
For everyone sighs
And closes his eyes
In so many ways
And in so many days
Society dies