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A Desperate Horses Plea

I see you,
do you see me?
I hear you,
do you hear me?

I try very hard
to understand,
the confusing touch
of your human hand!

I don’t want to resist,
but sometimes that’s how I feel,
your energy, your presence,
it’s not always the best deal.

There are other days;
it all feels so very pleasant,
in the now, in the moment
and in the present! 

Please may I ask,
since it was you that chose me,
to give me more time for stuff,
it works wait and see.

I love to learn new things,
but show me slow and right,
I do not speak your language,
I may fright or flight.

If you can promise this,
other things I can forget,
don’t be hard on me or yourself,
no need to get upset.

We are two different species,
I want to learn and love man,
can you really return the loyalty,
I’m pretty sure you can.

I hear you,
I hope now you hear me!
I see you,
I hope now you see me!

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Forgive Me

As I run my hand,
across your soft face,
I ask please don’t ever
think me a disgrace.

I do make mistakes 
but I try to learn each day,
too become my best for you
in each and every way.

Your thoughts and your feelings
are all I think about,
who you are, what you do,
it really does count.

I ask for your forgiveness
because you are to me,
the most beautiful horse
I ever did see.

Although your choice is limited
and you cannot roam free,
I promise to love you forever,
because you saved me.

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The Fox Hunt

All horses and hounds alert, 
when the horn blows!
The chase is on, where to?
Nobody bloody knows!

Illegal is the sport,
everybody is on edge.
A fox runs for it is life,
as a horse is whipped over a hedge.

The law stated clearly
that live fox hunts were banned!
They ignored it because animal rights
in their mind do not stand.

Their other way around it
was to capture the red fiend.
Then instead release him later,
claiming he had not just been freed.
 
‘He was simply in the way’ they say,
‘the dogs picked up the scent!’
‘Can’t tell em to stop you see, 
they will not listen or relent!’

Drag hunts are an option,
but of course this will not do.
Blood-lust is their poison, 
as is destroying the land they run through.

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Horse Lovers Emergency

‘Quick’ I say, ‘
there is a catastrophe!’
‘We are head over heels obsessed,
can't you see?’

From morning to night, 
we ponder about them all day,
no matter what the conversation,
it surely swings that way.

Horses and ponies,
donkeys and mules,
some would say how silly,
what mindless fools!

We just smile and continue
about it anyway,
be prepared, the infatuation,
it governs everything we say.

These animals make us happy;
they consummate our mortal soul,
‘It's an emergency, we are horse lovers
and it’s out of our control!’

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The Equus

Choice and a destiny,
something on their mind,
the usual resolution
or a prisoner confined.

Snow, rain or thunder,
shut in, cannot be outside,
trapped and frightened,
or man whipping at their side.

Angelic and innocent,
things not easily forgot,
comfortable living 
or their soul and mind left to rot.

Fear and mechanics,
broke their beauty for many years,
if dare resist, only hit harder,
confirming their many fears.

A servant and companion
for mankind all these centuries,
yet subject to relentless cruelty,
like the land, sea and trees.

Stop, look and listen,
what are they trying to say?
Perhaps a simple question
of safety, comfort, food and play!

There are a special few,
who listen to their souls,
understanding their nature,
as adults and young foals.

A promise of a language,
both can try to understand,
no punishment required,
a mutual respect of a command.

Time is all that is needed,
 to get things good and right,
or the same thing is done over and over,
resulting in a fight. 

Look at their ears, in their eyes,
hear them breathe and sigh,
man has started to change their method
and ask how and why.

They have survived the ice age,
roamed our earth for so long,
a question of what we love about them,
where did it all go wrong.

A chief would ride in full gallop,
shooting arrows from their back,
how was this possible in the open prairie,
no whip, spur or tack?

Caring for their young,
not weaned from their mother too soon,
in nature’s elements on the land,
under the sun, stars and moon.

Some cowboys, they did their best,
others sacrificed their health,
by selling their horses dignity and soul,
to entertain their own wealth. 

Cavalry and order, 
corruption, war and theft,
a new rule when training,
we must do everything on the left.

For years this was the law,
the only way it should be done,
a chief’s prayer has been reborn,
mother nature has won.

If possible, perhaps the horses
would smile and be joyous,
man has found the old path again,
to return their dignity, little fuss.

Majestic and innocent, 
yet so fragile, our friend the Equus,
a servant of the earth,
a living being and a right to equal us.

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The Obsession

It is so
They exist
Indefectible
Splendid
I admire
A fixation
Forever
The horse

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Always

Breath down my neck,
shivers down my spine,
these moments with you,
life is really fine.

Your eyes draw me in,
I feel so secure,
innocent and protective,
a heart that is so pure.

Thank you my friend,
you feed my heart, soul and fire,
my love for you my horse,
will never ever, tire or expire!

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Stop

Kick ‘em to go,
pull ‘em to stop,
if you love them so much,
don’t use that crop.

There are kinder ways 
to ride and train horses,
on a trail, in the arena 
and even on the race courses!

The change must start 
with you alone,
ask for help or search 
the net on your phone.

Be inspired and seek greatness,
choose who you want to be,
ask yourself are you a good teacher
and someone your horse likes to see.

Don’t think for a minute 
the horse does not mind,
it really is quite ignorant, 
old fashioned and unkind.

So in closing, I guess 
what I really want to say and express,
is to seek knowledge, drop your ego
and remember more is less.

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The Sport

I question the strap,
so tight around your nose,
held firmly in place
to fake some shape or pose.

I question the relentless kicking
at your ribs and side,
forwards and flipping backwards
for some sort of ride.

I question the hands that jerk
and pull at your mouth,
in all the wrong directions,
but mostly too deep south!

I question the whip,
that burns at your skin,
a punishment or aid,
a game you can’t win.
 
Finally I must question
the age old ego of man,
rosette, trophy or points,
doing what they think they can!

All riders and trainers
and experts of the jury,
open your heart, open your eyes,
I question....what do you really see?

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The Silence Between His Notes

I breathe
He breathes
I blink
He blinks
I think of him
He might think of me
I stroke his hair
He might feel the stroke
I watch
He might be watching too
I try to be in the moment
He is in the moment
I want to be the silence between his notes
He is the silence between the notes