Horse Poems

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  1. Love4Pits

    Love4Pits Playful Husky Pup

    Jan 20, 2005
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    Some of my favorite horse poems.
    New York St Horse

    Plunked down in chaos
    from a gentler time
    Blinkered from the traffic
    he draws the coach along
    Patient, in his harness bond,
    he tugs at hearts with pathos
    as, to his love of duty - we respond

    Amid the screech of sirens
    and the blasting horns,
    he stands and dreams
    of meadows,
    in a nosebag

    Such rythmic clicking of
    his metal shoes on concrete
    Smooth rolling of the carriage
    wheels and he, confined
    Down through the centuries,
    he thought he'd left behind

    © Suzanne Delaney

    Star Steed

    I ride the skies striking mystical notes
    on a jet-black, dream steed

    Proud head barely constained by a
    pure white bridle and snow white reins

    Angelic,innocent, in pale chiffon, flounces,
    gathered with white satin ribbons, pink rosebuds,
    and fragrant gardenias,

    Pure white, floating near his flanks
    slow motion, dreamlike,luminous,

    The black space of night echoes a
    dark demonic power as we become starlight

    © Suzanne Delaney

    Oct 4 2000

    Ride a Speckled Horse

    Half Moon Bay
    My little speckled grey
    How unwilling you were
    But I'd rented you that day

    An apaloosa dream- straining
    at the rope
    He was the first choice
    worthy of my hope

    But he led you out- that
    cautious owner of the 'string'
    The one I wanted- being feared as-
    too much horse - to tame

    No cajoling and no show of force
    Could lift your heart to run
    Weren't you used- to-always
    being, abused by everyone ?

    In shame, at that slap of
    reins across your neck
    I let go, content to feel the
    rythm of your walk and
    not the rocking of your canter

    Turned your jaded head toward
    a trail down to the sea
    Smelt the salt air with you
    and felt the wide expanse of
    beach and wind on me

    Under the gulls glide
    your gait became wide
    And like a rocking horse by
    the rolling sea, you and I
    glided, close to eternity

    I could have cantered on forever
    when you gave your heart to me
    And though I'm sure, that many tried
    It's few I know, have ever felt,
    the magic of your stride

    © Suzanne Delaney

    Freedom's Edge

    How long has it been since
    a day stretched before me
    like infinity
    a blank page on which
    to write my destiny

    The day I stole a gentle plough horse
    And rode with nought
    but plastic reins
    fashioned from my dress belt
    Was this the budding instance
    of desire overriding sanity?

    How was it that clouds then
    held more for me
    How in my depths
    I felt so free

    Free to pluck an apple from a tree
    Or stand and gaze, at only that
    In front of me

    Realizing now
    It was not the plastic reins
    that held the plough horse
    in my thrall
    T'was the trusting and
    the innocence
    Of it all

    © Suzanne Delaney

    See the wandering horses pass
    Robert Desnos

    Of the Wandering Horses

    I speak of the wandering horses for I have lived on the essence
    of them for all my life
    Yearning to be with them in their freedom to gallop into the sun
    I see them, breezes lift their manes, soft nostrils blow,
    necks crested like paintings from Michaelangelo, reach to
    lush grasses and clear streams below

    I count their colours, pure white, jet black, sharp bay,
    fiery chestnut, crisp piebald, dappled grey
    Wandering horses appear in my imagination,and in paintings
    on my wall, in small statuettes by vases of flowers
    Their shrill winnies call to alert me of their passing
    I run to look - I look long after them,
    I yearn for them but they have galloped to the hearts of the tired townspeople
    who laugh and rejioce to see their iconic beauty,
    the memories of pastoral peace,
    of horses slowly grazing meadows of promise.

    I speak of the wandering horses and not the flowers
    that fade in the vases of offices and living rooms
    I speak of the wandering horses captured in the marble
    carvings and the monuments
    Dutiful horses caught in mid-prance, the beauty of them
    feeds millions of souls as they imagine their dance
    light steps of rythm, proud head carriage, powerful rumps

    Have we really done to them as Robert says,
    Tails dragging in the dust and "nostrils smoking as
    they pass by the flowers"

    See the wandering horses pass

    They may not pass again
    They may not pass again
    They may not pass again

    © Suzanne Delaney

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    They Hang Horses, Don't They?

    A scaffold to hang horses
    for throwing their masters
    Dumb and never protesting
    they were led up the ramp
    built like a stairway to heaven

    There was never any
    last minute salvation
    No 'Pegasus' wings that
    sprouted from the withers
    Hooves crossed on the chest
    each was duly blest
    and I wonder if each
    mistook the noose for
    a lasso around its neck

    With one somb're bell a'ringing
    The hangman pulled the lever
    'There are no last minute requests
    for horses being executed'
    yet a butterfly perches
    on the forelock of each,for
    one last comforting moment

    Justice done again?
    Yet it seems
    in the equine world
    hanging has served
    as no deterrant

    Inherant in all horses
    is an urge to
    throw their masters

    ©Suzanne Delaney


    It was years and years
    before I found the shoes there,
    still waiting
    My only pair
    of riding boots
    bought with my first paycheck

    I search to understand
    my wild quest then
    Why was it so important
    to seek out dingy
    Riding School Rental
    places for a few frustrating
    hours spent on misused horses

    I guess my girlhood fancies
    kept me taking chances
    My deep obssession with
    their beauty was unclear
    My mastery of equestrian skills
    so marginal and yet
    It was my passion and
    only mine that drove me
    beyond any fear

    I still dream of possessing
    a piebald named Jigsaw
    To canter along
    in those old riding boots
    Old but hardly worn
    never used much more
    than for the sole purpose
    they were purchased

    © Suzanne Delaney
  2. gapeach

    gapeach Big Mutts

    Mar 16, 2005
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    Thanks for sharing. My favorites were Freedom's Edge (reminds me of one of my fav movies Wild Hearts Can't be Broken) and Ride a Speckled Horse. They all paint pictures in my mind, someone should illustrate them. Star Steed would be so beautiful.
  3. BagelDog

    BagelDog Not crazy...

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    Don't Cry for the Horses
    By Brenda Riley-Seymore

    Don't cry for the horses
    That life has set free
    A million white horses
    Forever to be

    Don't cry for the horses
    Now in God's hands
    As they dance and they prance
    To a heavenly band

    They were ours as a gift
    But never to keep
    As they close their eyes
    Forever to sleep

    Their spirits unbound
    On silver wings they fly
    A million white horses
    Against the blue sky

    Look up into heaven
    You'll see them above
    The horses we lost
    The horses we loved

    Manes and tails flowing
    They Gallop through time
    They were never yours
    They were never mine

    Don't cry for the horses
    They will be back someday
    When our time has come
    They will show us the way

    On silver wings they will lift us
    To the warmth of the sun
    When our life is over
    And eternity has begun

    We will jump the sun
    And dance over the moon
    A Ballet of horses and riders
    on the winds
    to a heavenly tune

    Do you hear that soft nicker
    Close to your ear?
    Don't cry for the horses
    Love the ones that are here

    Don't cry for the horses
    Lift up your sad eyes
    Can't you see them
    As they fly by?

    A million white horses
    Free from hunger and pain
    Their spirits set free
    Until we ride again

    This is my favorite.

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