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Simon Soane Feb 5
Through a train window
I see a little pony
gallop
in
the winter sun light;
that's what
I
do,
gallop
to you.
Natalie Mar 2018
he's dead
in the middle of class
he's dead
my best friend

what would've changed
if i didn't check my email
10:32 am
why did i check my email at 10:32 am

i didn't bother to close my computer
as i ran
as if running would take me 23 miles
to where
he was

i'll never see him again
colic
it came on suddenly
the vet didn't make it
too late

no more hay
no more jumps
no more championships
no more happiness
no more best friend

i shouldn't have to write this stupid email
apologizing
why i ran out of class
crying
it's not just the death of my pet
it's the death of my joy
my love
my best friend of 14 years

i hate that word
pet
it doesn't do him justice

he didn't tell anyone my secrets
he didn't laugh when i cried
he didn't get mad when i made mistakes

no one can replace him
nothing can replace him
i will always be empty

i will always be empty
rip ilysm
G Rog Rogers Aug 2017
-Lyrix

-Rock 'a Billy
Country Rock 'n Roll

I wanna' real fast woman
and a beautiful horse to ride
I wanna' real fast woman
and a beautiful horse to ride
I wanna' real fast woman
who always makes it home
ahead of time

The Texas summer simmers
but the cold long winters
hotter still
The Texas summer simmers
but the cold long winters
hotter still
Those long winter nights
give those fast women
time to chase a thrill

Big D and Cowtown's brimmin'
with those fast
hard-hearted
women
Big D and Cowtown's brimmin'
with those fast
hard-hearted
women
It's disaster that their after
It's just heartache on
the wild side of liven'

I wanna' real fast woman
and a beautiful horse to ride
I wanna' real fast woman
and a beautiful horse to ride
I wanna' real fast woman
who always makes it
home ahead of time

She's driven'
90 miles an hour
lookin' for another
*****-tonk
She's driven'
90 miles an hour
tryin' to make another  
*****-tonk
She's gonna'
find her a cowboy
and She's gonna' show him
what it's all about

I wanna' real fast woman
I wanna' real fast woman
I wanna' real fast woman
who rides her pony home
......in overdrive.

-R.

(96)
-D

*Big D and Cowtown---Dallas and Fort Worth (D/FW)
©2017
Tasman Suitor May 2017
Pony Tails belong on Ponies,
And yet she still insists,
To have one on her head
Swept back in utility bliss.

From there she can study
And run her errands
Paint paper, not her hair
And hide away split ends

In truth it is beautiful,
Even if it is just function,
For finding ways to live a dream,
Really takes some gumption.
Messing around one night challenging a friend to write about the most random things we could think of. I got pony tails but probably ended up writing about them.
Chris Neilson Sep 2016
Stopping to write words is my impulsive habit
as hopping grey squirrels cross paths with a wild rabbit

Hedge and tree sparrows creating their fun
tweeting feathered friends under a rising sun

Goats and rowing boats resting by a shady tree
donkey rides advertised that don't come for free

Mother feeding baby upon a tartan rug
a passing loved up couple sharing a hug

Ear flicking deer romping up then down
full leafed green trees turning to brown

For who knows a bell tolls at midday
not for a slight slumbering pony anyway

Passing a multicultural horticultural area
spotting an alpaca who's growing hairier

A soaking Labrador emerges from a small lake
brushing my bare lower leg in its wake

Sitting on a bench dedicated to a lost loved one
taking in the views he loved before he was gone

A picture may paint a thousand words long
but poetry captures succinctly September birdsong
It's my fortune to live close to one of the largest municipal parks in Europe (Heaton Park), this is my account of a stroll through there this unseasonably warm September day.
Hank Helman Jan 2016
What madman's  joy in this new dawn,
Renewed, refreshed, a massive yawn,
I stretch, I arch, a groan out loud,
A hand slips under, a warm breast found.

Now *** under sunrise is a spiritual find,
The covers uncovered we slip back in time,
To haylofts and snow storms and cars parked for hours,
When kisses were contests and life was devoured.

French toast and blue berries, an ocean of syrup,
Twice breakfast in bed predict the leaves in my tea cup,
A long life, good fortune, greets lovers at dawn,
Life isn’t a dash it’s a mad marathon.
How every day should start.
Brent Kincaid Dec 2015
Omigod, Donald T. ****,
You unconscionable creep,
You are disgusting enough
To cost us all sleep.
If lies were US dollars
You sonofabitch
You would truly be
Obscenely rich.

It’s not enough for you
To have gold water faucets,
Crystal mirrors everywhere
And marble floors in closets
Now you want to play at
Being a savvy politician
Stands for Christian principles
From the *******.

Omigod, Donald T. ****,
You unconscionable creep,
You are disgusting enough
To cost us all sleep.

With a changing cast of women
You call your lawful wives.
And you’re the one who wants
To control our very lives?
You utter your vituperation
At poor and the non-Christian.
Is having the world hate you
Part of your final mission?

If lies were US dollars
You sonofabitch
You would truly be
Obscenely rich.

You also want control of
Our country’s financial hopes.
If we fall for that stupid tale
Then we are a nation of dopes
Because you have bankrupted
More than the Monopoly game
Would allow a toddler to have
And that is quite a shame.

Omigod, Donald T. ****,
You unconscionable creep,
You are disgusting enough
To cost us all sleep.
If lies were US dollars
You sonofabitch
You would truly be
Obscenely rich.

No, Mr. T **** please do
What is proper and fitting;
Call up the press and say
That you are finally quitting.
Tell them you were just testing
To see what the others would do.
So, kiss our collective ***** goodbye
And take with you that dumb hairdo.
Eridan Ampora Jul 2014
My little pony
Friendship is magic
How I became me
: 3 idk why but I saw a few of these and I wanted to do one
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