Short Steed Poems
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Pronunciating
Yahweh's in thuh depth uv mine
Pluperfect Divine
I ride a pale horse
Mr. Time has come for me
Days end requiem
Through wind and cold rain
Teeming hard on road and steed
I make my way home
With brothers and sisters family and friends I will enjoy my mead
No matter what the day brings my mind will always be freed
Stress and worry I have no need
Into the night I'll ride away on my iron steed
Seahorse princess dove down into the depths of the sea
She was loving it so, feeling pretty, wild, wiggly and free
The seahorse she rode was almost as full of glee
They were true companions, soulmates you see
Dapper coachman frog wore his top hat with star power
He travels this route regularly, always at the thirteenth hour.
His steed is a caterpillar who hails from the Bigtown Bower.
He cringes sometimes, when there is a storm or hard rain shower.
Hidden Face Man of Des Moines was carrying his steed to Derby Town.
It’s the oddest sight, agreed a jokester, a monkey, a duck and a clown.
Onlookers wanted to take a peek, for it is not a matter of course
When you see a man in a turban carrying a brown upside down horse.
Fire and Light, Elijahs Creed
Of Lightning and Thunder, Progeny
Riding Ruby Wings that Gleam Supreme
Armored in Faith, Grace, and Majesty
Gryphon Sealed
The Solar Crest for the War Helmet and Battle Shield,
Feet Shod in Gold and Fleece
Head High, Thus must be Elijahs Steed
The horse, it is a
Very noble, steed.
Most loyal of beasts,
With great speed and strength;
Giving of itself.
To be honest;
Horses give more
To man, than men
Give each other.
Noble horse,
Loyal friend,
Sacred gift.
Thank you,
For you,
Horse.
If love our steed, do the good deed
As of our heart’s instinct
Choose to rest greed, live as of need
Joyous bliss our precinct
Breathe easy, have some fun
Rest ego, come undone
Know that we all are one
We gather speed
If love our steed
08-December-2021
Quietus
Where is my steed the king asked his wife
She kind of knew but she valued her life
She lied a bit guiding him to an unsuspecting patron
Steed joined her at court, dressed as a pretty matron.
Steed was tired of skirmishes, battles and war.
He said “I am getting older, and my body is sore.”
Steed had always protected queen’s husband, the king.
Queen gave him apples, sugar, and a break that entire spring.
Writing musical notes with magical hoofs
enchanted, I ride on a mystical,
jet black dream steed.
Proud head barely constrained by a
pure white bridle and snow white reins,
my pale chiffon gown,
floats near his flanks speaking
of innocence, flounces gathered by
tiny, pink rosebuds and white gardenias.
Slow motion, dreamlike,
the night sky behind us like a
dark, demonic power as we
become starlight.