Ride out the hollow hills, my corgi steed
Though your size is tiny
Your brave heart is almighty!
.
Pronunciating
Yahweh's in thuh depth uv mine
Pluperfect Divine
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.
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
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.
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.
Madeline was attached to her horse as to no other.
Not her siblings, her father, her groom or her brother.
Her horse was tall, magnificent and seventeen hands high.
They together were formidable and intimidating, no lie.
They entered events as a unit of one, completely together.
Showed up at horse shows, no matter if inclement weather.
United in spirit so well, Madeline began to look like her horse.
Not seventeen hands high. That would have been silly of course.
Her siblings got married and moved away from the ranch.
They started a new family tree. Each with a new branch.
Madeline stayed around, taking care of her parents and steed.
Never marrying, but happy with her favorite boy, Old Mead.
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
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
Sweltering sun on his beaded sweat
His iron hoofs hammered the dry parched grass
Native winds did part his black mane offset
Heaving nostrils breathing fire flaring past
Wild spirits burst in his running heart unsurpassed
Sinew and stamina pulsed in perfect time
Galloping veins popping with every stride
Precision and purity surged in his royal blood sublime
This nomads journey held its course and was his to guide
His head was held with majesty, this steed of sanguine pride
August 10, 2010
The unicorn ball was in full neigh.
When a purple steed came in to play.
Who is he? Asked the mares.
Some thought he put on airs.
Steeds snotty, thought he’d whisk their girls away.
His ribbons were of silver and gray.
His laughter was a titillating bray.
Girlfriends he did not care
Was not looking for a mare
He liked them not. Was totally gay.
Everyone opened up to him.
Oh, he’s cute! Look at his chin!
Competition gone.
Now gentle as a fawn
They included and loved this purple him!
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.
A knight on his steel steed
rides the wind on two wheels.
One with the elements
he enjoys how it feels.
He likes the biker look
not a big fan of suits.
And he's clad in leather
down to his stuffed-up boots.
His flaming hair and beard
complement his bronze tan.
And he's a fine figure,
of a masculine man.
A jack of all trades,
he was born to tinker.
And he loves to party,
but he's not a drinker.
Without a helmet on,
he puts on his best shades.
And mounts his love and joy,
like he's done for decades.
He's paid all of his dues,
it's time to say goodbye.
And ride to paradise,
under an open sky.
(Quatrain)
11/26/2017
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
Horse catcher I said she looks down at me don't you mean wrangler said she, but then quick as a flash I'm back at that bloody track down at the start waiting for all to load almost all done then one throws its midget and runs, off in the pickup I leap to go corner the big black beast
and there we are with me breathing deep I have him corralled of sorts cutting down the angles closer I creep, then I see the twinkle in his eye
I've got no protection for my head or knobbly knees and he fancies his chance of running through me, back in the stand with the delay all eyes are watching the big screen with glee.
Then round the corner walks his lass and makes me look a silly ass, for off he trots head held high snorts in my direction as if to say did you see what he did to me, so my dear I prefer my steed to be made of metal and come with a key.
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