"neighed" poems
Fake gold swirls on this desert floor.
The ashes of my care free innocence
Are running through my pessimistic hands.
It sticks under these rusty finger nails.
Like your last goodbyes,
They leave me with a cynical grin.
"Come for me I dare you!"
My brash wish was under your command,
As my hoarse throat neighed
Questing for relief,
Water,
Anything,
I beg you.
Maybe this request really wasn't mine to offer
My aged eyes roll back
To the games of dice I played as a kid,
Tossing what little worries I had away
As I became
A part of
The sand.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 12:06 AM UTC
The oppressed
It was twilight mist hung over the valley when I saw the big horse
on a knoll was a warrior, a charger, looking toward the east.
I mounted, and we flew to the land of hatred, the mount neighed
stamped its hooves ready for battle.
When the soldiers, who're moral had become rancid, saw us two,
they throw weaponry away fled to the silent fortification and wailed
in terror, for the first time in 70 years there was peace.
The store- keeper soul, of the enemy of concord, wasn't happy there
were murmurs in the ranks, they had wanted a higher percentage.
I was standing by a yellow sandstone rock, dreaming the impossible,
it is the only future the hassled people have, for now, but are patient
and will never leave their beloved land
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 3:20 PM UTC
Home at the Ranch
I once had a big ranch in Oregon; technically it is still mine
but I have no way to prove it. One day and far from the ranch
was inspecting fences when a sudden cold storm hit, to
survive I shot my horse cut its stomach open and crept inside
and quickly fell asleep. Woke up when the storm was over
I looked for my horse it was not there perhaps the wolves…?
Trotted home the ranch hands were glad to see me and gave me
carrots, although I neighed they put me in the corral with other
horses that knew who I was and shunned me.
My widow cried, and I stood outside her window that brought
tears in people’s eyes and they gave me apples to eat.
Now that she was the owner and had much responsibility she
used me to get around, it thrilled me to have her on my back
but was careful not to show uncalled for excitement.
Then tragedy struck she got a friend, the foreman on
the ranch a man I didn't like and was thinking of firing.
my intense jealousy made me furious and one day when they
were making love under an oak by the river, I kicked them both
to death and galloped to the far blue mountain as I know from
experience there is no justice for wild horses.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 5:08 AM UTC
*On a beautiful sunny day
Peering beyond piles of hay
In the patch of strawberries
There I saw her majestic full glory
A beautiful auburn mare…
Challenging, ‘if I would dare’
Walk up to her I did and I saw her blink
Was it? Or was it a wink?
Sweating under a sun burning hotly
Looking at me she neighed softly
Her mane flowing, a long bushy tail
Inviting to help me find the Holy Grail?
As I mounted, she let go a soft kick
Off she went galloping at a full lick
We sped along the mountains and valleys
Cobbled roads and narrow alleys
Till silence overcame, wind fell and all was quiet
Like calmness restored after a violent riot
Shh…shh, I stroked her into calmness
Patting her neck gently and then a caress
As I got off her, a look from her of sorrow
Kissing her jowls, I said ‘shall meet again tomorrow’
As I look back, I see her still standing there
A silent tear I did see, I can swear
I decided to call her ‘Aubrey
In the patch of strawberry’
Till we meet again…
In solitude shall she remain.*
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 4:12 AM UTC
we were naïve and young then
kissing while the horses neighed in their pen
cliche as this might sound
they took my joy, ran it aground
everything changed when they took you away
i could never forget that day
nothing would ever be the same
even the horses stopping being tame
we'd never be as happy as we had been
after that day in 1918
one by one they shot you down
could they see my tears or my frown?
but my boy was stronger than the gun
and they knew they weren't done
a rusty blade went through your chest
they dumped the bodies in the west
a new republic has been born
faced to the world just to be scorned
the world would never be as it had been
after that day in 1918
you knew your end was near you said
when the disease left you sick in bed
we never imagined it'd end like that
left your body to the rats
nothing would ever be as it had been
after that day in 1918
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC
The farm girl sat on the window sill,
Overlooking the hill,
Looked at the sunset, a tangerine glow,
Beautiful,she wanted to draw,
But, mummy said,"Time to sleep."
"Bleat,bleat, bleated the sheep,
In the stable the horses neighed
Grandpa sighed,
The cows in the barn mooed,
The oxen lowed,
Little one,time to go to bed,
Sweet dreams for you lie ahead,
Goodbye most beloved, good night,
Sleep tight,
And on the farm all was quiet.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
There may be snakes in the bush
I cautioned her.
This place she said *you chose,
it's you brought me this far*.
The lone grazing horse
cast us its saddest glance
filled with dark remorse
for the tethered neck and all the lost chance.
The weeded palace was palled in gloom
till lit a spark lovers' entwined arm
the king must have loved in this room
white satin on cold night bed warmed.
Roofless we moved not when came the rain
not let go what for long was kept walled
the horse knowingly neighed for what was to happen
in that paradise of an undying make believe world!
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 5:40 AM UTC
My horse chuckled,
swaying this way and that,
expecting to travel
through the frozen flat,
but the reigns turned right,
to travel the woods,
My partner neighed and slacked
but than understood,
a runaway man and
an outcast horse,
found by a man in the woods,
This man in a hood spread out the sun,
made stars give their lightened fun,
though the people with torches and stakes,
they were the ones with the final mistake,
freedom isn't free,
they were given a price,
while this hooded man made it right,
the man and the horse fought the good fight,
gone as they were, into the night,
the war was fought, the war was won,
the human gave his horse his last final words,
and the horse gave its human its last nudge forwards,
that night they slept, the ice over them leapt,
as each together let out their last breath.
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Swiftly now child, you will see them abound,
leaping over rocks waiting to be found,
but you must swear to never tell,
that man is me, and that horse is my Bell ~
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 9:41 AM UTC
On my way to the pub
I was walking to the pub at sundown
when I reach my destination the last pink rays
on the sky was vanishing,
a promise of a sunny tomorrow.
On the road, I was overtaken by a horse
that neighed politely,
on its back, a crow sat using a foul language.
On the way back home I was late had
been playing poker with matches,
I lost a box.
I met the horse it offered to
take me home the foul crow hade gone.
I stabled the horse in the garage
gave it bread and water.
Next morning it was gone.
The crow sat on the window ledge
demanding a silver soup spoon and
an assortment of nuts.
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 3:41 AM UTC