Short Steeds Poems

Governed by our beastly needs
We don our frocks and mount our steeds...

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Pencil Pushers

haiku can hurt you
juxtaposition jousting
upon leaden steeds

John g. Lawless
©6/6/2017...

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Unicorns
Their cone
Revered by princesses
Born fresh from rainbow’s belly
Beauteous and magnificent
Fleeting power glimpses
The magical
Unicorns...

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The land is green
In flag and corns
Her coat is green
And her steeds' horns.

The land is green 
So footest her harvest
Her coat is green
And so win her chest....

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Horses,
stirring, noble,
rearing, running, playing,
with nobility of spirit.
Fine steeds,
their grace and beauty touching us,
pulling, riding, racing,
striving, faithful
equines....

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Fierce mythical dragons 
Legends galore
Galloping determined steeds,
Knighthood and more.

King Arthur’s round table
Loves of Queen Guinevere
Come to the library, friend. 
They will always be near....

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 Coruscating Fire, Wielding Shields Of Knights
 Brandishing Spears Sacred as Light,
 Crusading Upright St.George Like
 Into Fields Of Destiny with Steeds Of Epic Flight,
 Chasing Legends
 Dicing and Slashing, Full Speed In Gleaming Sabatons...

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Coats of shimmering autumn,
pied shadows, blinding snow
Time and mist have scribbled fear
into the sinews

LIBERUM Divisa 3 Poetry Contest 
Gregory R Barden 
Tuesday Dec it’s 2020


Original poem
Winged Steeds of Mist
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/winged_steeds_of_mist_933961...

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Once upon a sun, bright and cold..
Steeds giggled in teases for knots
Lovely mares; strong stallions behold
Once upon a sun, bright and cold
Green fields grinned, as lovers unfold
Sprinkling the sky with Rosy thoughts
Once upon a sun, bright and cold
Steeds giggled in teases for knots...

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They bring their metal steeds

to show or run the 1/4 mile.

Their cars are bright and swift

they make the crowd all smile.

They are from times of old

bright memories they hold !

                              by Perri Voge
                                  copyrights july 2008...

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Earth bound steeds rise mindful to soar for love of sky,
racing in the cresting peaks, adrift as if to fly.
Up from the sea the winged fish leap, swimming to the sun
even conch shells dreaming cry to wing upon the breeze,
as the roar of tempest rings the salt souls to appease.
Ah, the clarion call of Gabriel's horn, bliss for everyone....

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The soft blue fairies sail on azure wings,
All embellished with flower rings
And garments of woven weeds.

Without a sound they come down from above
To the mossy carpet ground they love,
On their tiny blue fairy-winged steeds.

And then they sing and strike up their band,
And dance around, hand-in-hand,
As they blow on their fluted reeds....

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Among the seagrass, slow they canter

Darling steeds of the sea,

Days spent anchored to a frond

Or currents shape their destiny.

Gentle creatures, captivating

Hypnotic in their motion.

Seahorses, they hold us rapt

Little jewels, of the ocean.









Entry for
SEAHORSES - Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by Julia Ward.
24/4/20158...

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May he swing 


                     In his rope, 

                                        that he placed on America 


As America steeds away, as his horse sends him hanging in the wind 


Let the rot of his stench send a message to all those 

Democracy will always prevail over fascism 
Your gop has no place in our country...

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I chose to ride the unicorn
So high up off the ground
There began a little dream
When I went round and round

Wonderful  magic that I found
Moving colors did my eyes adorn
Like lovely ribbons to astound

Knowing now my steeds white horn
Forever to that carousel bound
Now I, my childhood do mourn
When I went round and round...


Barbara Gorelick
8/3/13
Carousel contest......

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A destructive dance indeed,
betwixt the two we bleed.
A bellowing, bloody abate,
this stale, seductive state.

Simple, senseless steeds,
jealous fires feed.
Perjuring petty plights,
demons do delight.

A crimson, cheaters chair,
awful angers air.
No trust, truth or taste,
wallowed wantons waste.

Envious, eager eyes,
rejoicing a wrathful rise.
Coveting, careless couth, 
yesteryear's eager  youth....

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knight at arms the hills are freezing! 
vale and ways with fog are laden
Steeds in awe at  peaks are  gazing
Smiles at them nature maiden

Phantoms by the lakes are lurking
Death and fate on ways are walking 
Wood is full of fear and horror
But Thou go, O go on Farer! 

By  the yonder dusky lining
Sun from ocean sip is taking
In the shades of stars of evening
Dreamy castle for Thee waiting...

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An artist paints a picture out of darkness 
from the seven colours of sunshine's sparkle

Divine beauties bridge over this promise made real 
ocean waves unfolding white steeds galloping to shore

Kissed by the sand salted footprints remain begging 
as the stream flows down a mountain faced horizon

Echos bounce within deep caves whispering winds lament
currents move tides caressing the sea fragrance...

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Words are like magic,
A journey to the other side
Following the heroes of fiction
into scenarios we hope for ourselves
The flame in the back of a creative mind flickers
Inspiration gathered from the shadowed hearts of mankind
Telling tales of noble deeds and gallant steeds that saved the world as we know it.
The written story takes us somewhere that we could never get to without the help of a 
good book....

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Jag musiek 

Verworpe noot van harts-musiek
Het jy by my in die kerk versoek
Ek het gesing die Eng’le-lied
Vir daardie Engel in die Boek

Verlore is my sang-talent
My toekoms wonder ideal.
Maar die blomme het hul saad gegooi
Vir jou is daar weer ietsie mooi

My toekoms bly steeds oop, maar toe
Oopte vir veranderings, en toe om net te proe
Tot dan ten minste, so sê ek
Die nag sal kom wat ek vertrek…...

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The Wind howls,
an anguished cry
a peircing scream.....
Whilst spirits huddle around the bed,
the spirits of the wind.
Mounted upon their firey steeds
they too,
howl, 
and cry,
and scream.

A weary sigh, 
a faint whisper,
a painfilled moan.....
and the spirits have claimed her for their own,
the spirits of the wind.
on their snorting stallions they fly away
leaving me shattered to
sigh, 
and whisper,
and moan....

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Only history can know
Can the legend of Camelot be true?
Merlin himself helped make it a mystery
A wondrous place with skies of blue 

Excalibur's strong splendor 
Only makes other weapons pale
Lancelot, Guinevere and Arthur the King
On galloping steeds they rode, over hill and over dale

Only they know the secrets it held
To have been there would have been grand
If even on the wing of a bird
The legend will always stand...

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More coals to the gleeds, 
And more speed for the steeds,
Slumbering for the fire,
To burn on the pyre.

Time and time again on wings,
Flies time through climes,
Seasons with the birds cling,
Sing impatient rhymes.
A new day bursts unclouded,
Life again comes unshrouded,
Carried on eagle's flight,
Hurries to dark night.

Bring visions anew,
Keep pace with time's heels,
Play wisdom a cue,
Make efforts go on firm reels....

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The horses hitched, the team stands ready
The farmer’s hands on reins firm steady
Prepared to work with heads held proud
To challenge fields that lie unplowed.

With gentle hands he guides the crew
To plow the furrows straight and true
At corners turn, a pure ballet
These mighty steeds, grand Boulannais.

All day long they mind their plowing
Weather fair, daylight allowing
The three of them all work as one
The farmer and his team ‘til done...

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Every hour
  every second
Every minute
  of the day

Thank you, Lord
  in every way

For my hands
  and for my feet
For my heart
  Its steady beat

For the grass 
  and for the trees
For the ocean
  and the breeze

For noble steeds
  complacent cows
For baby kittens
  that say me-ow 

For my family
  for my friends
For Life’s beginning
  and its end…

So, now ‘good-night’
  my sleep direct
‘til morning light
  my soul protect...

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