#pony
Colours unfurl along her gliding voice.
It’s through lapping lights, splaying out the leaves,
That rays nest in rippling grass; wings rejoice.
It's with an easing chest that dread relieves,
Which warms eyes, flickering open and shut.
Sight streaks scarlet drapes, fraying in flashes.
Whilst engulfed in blithe dance, the shroud’s pole cut.
Fierce light halts, locking open eyelashes.
Her veil slips into slow collapse. Then snap!
A raving ovation drives tears hurtling,
Trailing behind spate as weighted hooves clap.
Known calls now layer, advancing, circling,
Friends huddle. Solacing breathing dries tears.
Yet, left unwhole, my screen blurs the hued mares.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 10:22 PM UTC
Afoot the tiding septic pull, grounds shake.
Shameful, cascades the tainted undertow.
Fluffle Puff, tears linger in sullied ache,
Like brain-borne amoebas, corruptions flow.
Shimmers the once proud bronze statue, submerged,
Copper ions now corrode her beauty.
Her pink, sweet, innocent, gleeful face, purged.
Maybe reason hid her mark of cutie.
I grieve, ‘Light can’t echo wounded shadows?’
Yet, lights pulled down beneath the hateful sea.
Ignorance eases the mind, I suppose,
Still, knowing creeps up on everypony.
Though the past dwells in us, forward we move,
As weeping grudges have nothing to prove.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 10:28 PM UTC
Little pony so cute and
She'd trot and she'd play
All through the long day
And nibble on grass oh so neat.
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 3:54 PM UTC
Sunshine, Sunshine
Ladybugs awake
Move your hoofs and give a little shake
Aug 17, 2024
Aug 17, 2024 at 9:41 AM UTC
i looked out at the weather
the clouds were moving fast
Winter was incoming
The season would not last
With fences needing mending
And cattle still to ship
Winter would be early
I could feel it in my hip
Every morning I would get up
Stagger down to get a brew
The pain was getting worse now
I'd lost a step or two
My daughter told me "Daddy"
"You need to see to that"
I'd grumble at her, smile
Then take my coffee and my hat
I'd go outside and wait some
Look out north for there I'd see
The last great wild pony
He's a stubborn one like me
I've chased him round these hill for years
Caught him once or twice
But, no one here could break him
No matter how we rolled the dice
He runs a herd of forty
I just let them go their way
I see them in the hills sometimes
And that's where I'll let them stay
There's other wild horses
Running round here that we chase
But, his...we let them venture
We let all forty have their space
Time has slowed me up some
It's got to him, I know as well
His is just from aging
Mine is where I fell
I was chasing wolves up on the ridge
They'd been running round the ranch
My horse slipped up and threw me
I landed sideways on a branch
I heard the pop and felt the pain
A searing burn through me
Beside me, lying helpless
My horse looked up at me
I did just what I had to
One swift shot between the eyes
Now, there I was out lying
A broken hip and ****** thighs
I'm not sure how when it happened
By rights I should have died
But, somehow, I can't tell you
That lone pony saved my hide
He saw me lying helpless
Knew the wolves were there as well
He took off once he saw me
Left his herd right where I fell
They walked in a tight circle
Kept me safe right where I lay
He took off to get assistance
His herd, knew they should stay
Like I said, I don't remember
How long I was lying in that space
But, I remember waking up and
I saw with him, a friendly face
They told me he wreaked havoc
Broke the fence down at my place
Kicked a fuss enough up
Then led my ranch hands on a chase
They chased him till they had him
This pony wild and free
He brought them to his herd of horse
He brought them out to come save me
He kicked the ground and whinnied
Looked at me, to say ok
The men loaded me up with them
I'd live to see another day
Fifteen years have passed since
I see him up there on the hills
While I sit outside just watching
The pain, it's helped some by my pills
A thousand wild horses
Well, for certain...forty one
Couldn't drag me to a doctor
Not while I can see the sun
He's a stubborn one that pony
Comes around I think to show
He ain't gonna go before me
And, I think he's right you know
My daughter keeps on trying
And I love to hear her try
But all the wild horses
Wouldn't even let me die
He's a part of me I guess now
Just like I'm of him of course
This stubborn limping cowboy
And that stubborn wild horse
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 5:50 PM UTC
Behold the ponies in the field
who neither sow, nor do they reap:
they run with unabated zeal
from dawn until they pause to sleep.
They do not worry, fuss, nor fret
that with a hand or two they'd yet
become a horse, majestic steed,
a noble beast of strength and speed
that all admire. A pony's satisfied
with sun for warmth and grass to eat,
a stable's shelter when the sleet
of winter falls, and one to ride
them round the ring, through woods,
to dappled meadows, fine and good.
Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 11:32 PM UTC
Through a train window
I see a little pony
gallop
in
the winter sun light;
that's what
I
do,
gallop
to you.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
-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
honky-tonk
She's driven'
90 miles an hour
tryin' to make another
honky-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)
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 10:24 PM UTC
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.
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 9:02 AM UTC
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.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC
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 missionary position.
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.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 9:56 PM UTC
P is for pony F is for friends, but M is for magic where fun never ends.
why is this pony wearing a dress, why is she singing that friendship is best?
Just watch them dance and sing and fly, some ponies have wings and some are quite shy.
why I once saw a pony so colorful and cool, she beat up a dragon with hind hoofs and a stool.
but in all of Equestria there stands one above the rest, her name is Twilight Sparkle and she's simply the best.
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 3:11 PM UTC
This was not his home, but He loved it like it was.
He had no hooves though he fought like a Stallion.
He had no claws, though he fought like a griffin.
He had no Scales, though he fought like a dragon,
and though he had no wings he rose above all.
May he rest in peace..
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 3:21 PM UTC
Dear sister,
Your words are like honey poisoned with wormwood - sweet to the ear, but bitter in the end. I'd smite thee in thy breast were it that you had a heart; you may raise the sun but your veins are full of ice, you may be a goddess but you are more like a devil, your coat may be white but inside you are as black as sin. This prison you have sent me to may be dark and cold... but not as dark or as cold as you.
~Princess Luna
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 7:24 PM UTC