Short Ponies Poems
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I thought there would be pretty ponies
Ponies to carry me around the bend
But I find there are no ponies at all
Only empty wishes at the end...
Band organ booms, chimes,
one-way-one-trick ponies spin;
bright lights, night young, don't
look back, turn fast enough and
time will disappear and shine.
up on the moors, sweet love
shadows dance at dusk.
low across the purple shades
wild ponies whinny
and snuffle steam into brown grass
while curlews cry the sun to rest.
lively little lovely lithe lambs
merrily milling around Marty’s Milwaukee
nibbling nutty Nabisco nuggets
outstandingly joyful and childlike
prancing prettily like playful petite ponies
Paint ponies in the snow
delicate dusting across their backs
like confectioner sugar
sifted
so fine... and
puffy, light, white powder
laying on the land..
Oh how we love
our gentle
Arizona winters!
God Granted While We Planted
My God to me great things he has granted;
Helped grow fields after they were planted;
Flowers flourish;
Then did nourish;
Brought patience to ponies as they panted.
Jim Horn
Rising at her early dawn, Love's precious babies
Riding atop tiny ponies; plastic swords swirling high
Amid the air; on to joyous victory they go *.* Stopping
To play hopscotch while Daddyyyy (* takes care of the rest.
Form:
prancing ponies of peculiarity
quintessential quips of quality
rapidly revitalize and rejuvenate me
showing sensitive shards of sincerity
transmogrifying tingling tangle of truth
underlying and unifying undying unity.
Where no ponies free ranged, I dreamt to break and wrangle paints.
Where ponies bent, broke and bridled, I dreamt to hang away my spurs.
Where no ponies free range, I have no spurs and wrangle paints.
Dry stone walls
And rambling lanes
Fell ponies with six foot manes
Farmers at the market with sheep to sell
Snow in the winter blocking shap fell
Wellies in the kitchen
Straw in the hall
Not forgetting the barometer on the wall.
Marsh
Ponies
once roamed
here. Nickering
their abundant joy.
Wild beauty Now extinct.
Sometimes, on a foggy night
folks have seen ghost herds frolicking
along the sand where dunes meet the sea.
I would Love to go for a Midnight ride.
pretty purple paisley ponies prancing away
quintessential queens quirkily quipping one day
respectfully raising radiant raptors red and gray
spectacular spotlights shimmying a smooth sashay
terrific trotting trembling truckers down by the bay
Porcelain Ponies
Warthog Knees
Falling Up
Stinging Bees
Windows on Ceilings
Clouds on the Ground
Vegetables Talking
Clowns only Frown
Monkeys Ride Camels
Dogs Climbing Trees
Oceans of Sand
Lakes Made of Cheese
Such is the realm,
of Crazy Night Dreams!
America’s
faded glory
the polo field
reminds
Of years
of fleeting greatness
and hopes that lived
in kind
A child walks
the ball field
where ponies
used to tread
With memories
buried deep below
their grandeur
— all but dead
(The New Room: March, 2024)
The graceful pine stood proud and tall
A huge silhouette by nightfall
Nearby the Indians' canoes moved swiftly through the streams
While the children slept and rode wild ponies in their dreams
The stars lit the silent shadowed plains
Pierced by shrill whistles of passing trains
Painted ponies
across the plains;
splashes of color
against an azure sky;
an equine convention
in the clouds.
Stratospheric
abstracts meet
with colors to produce
ecstatic paintings.
Nature’s canvas
is everywhere and
She paints life
with vigorous
enthusiasm.
my little little girl
you fill my world
with rainbows and ponies
having you around
making your sounds
sooths my soul and comforts me
you play with your toys
with so little noise
i have to look around
thank God your still there
your my every care
by you i am spellbound
(For Erleena, Ashley, Yasmin and my baby sister)
Paiute warrior horses cannot outrun wild quarter horses.
Spanish mustangs and Chickasaw ponies run past.
Taunting and daring native americans to try and corral them.
Paiute warriors admire the way brother horse runs.
He is outfoxing them, wise and wonderful in his wildness.
They turn back to their homeland, knowing they have been bested.
Wild young ponies on the run
Put their heart and soul in it
Only stopping long enough
To raise their tails a minute
One stops to ride another
Is he mad or just frisky?
Guess I could try to find out
But that would be real risky
I love the wild animals.....
Hey, they're coming this way!
Time for a hasty exit!
Anybody got some hay?
This a story of many horses
viewed in the eyes of a child
as she stood there gasping
at the death wagon, a while.
All were frozen from the cold
as the memory does unfold
in the dead of winter, no cover
ponies and mules tried to hover
Oh what she would have given
to have owned one beauty there
And from this horror learned,
To forgive those who didn't care.
knabstrup starstruck
a galloping galaxy
polka dot ponies
*Knabstrup Horse - Knabstrupper, a Danish breed of spotted horse
often used in circuses for their striking coats.
*haiku form with poetic license
01/18/19
For Edward Ibeh's
Polka Dots Poetry Contest
A simple human hand
Comforting their forehead
They looked so sad
They seemed to drain my heart
I wanted to stay for longer
To keep them company
They grasped at every part of me
Their busy eyes
Veiled by the fence
I brushed aside their mane
To see hope
To see a friend
To see a thankyou
Tomorrow
I will go back again
With carrots
And a promise to stay longer
Form:
our boys have the run of the house
an enormous dog run
their own screened in porch
and a play yard fit for ponies
appropriate since they are pony-sized-dogs
they are also air-conditioned-spoiled
the only way to get them to the yard is to go myself
I am here now, sitting in the sun
the boys are hiding under lawn furniture
seeking shade, wishing for air conditioning
wear pajamas to breakfast if you can
this was said by my cute guy garbage man
he is a witty guy, this man named Stan
He said it to my dementia-teetering grandma Nan
She showed up in the cafeteria in her pajamas too
They have cartoon ponies on them in pink and blue
No one noticed, for the rest of them were casual at this meal.
No one hustled her back to her room, it was no big deal.
The Imaginary World
Polka dot marshmellows
Extraordinary gold and red glitter
bronzed litter with bow ties
glorious epiphanies of light
trajectories of colored confetti
rosies, posies, peonies, and ponies
sandals, beaches, stars out of reaches
babies tickled squeals and banana peals
dolphin personalities and unicorn horns
is the imaginary world
By Susan J. Mills