The Zebra
The Zebra, horse of twilight,
Lifts its hoof, and shuts its eyes
Sets its backbone resonating
With joyful neighs and cries.
From its stable it emerges
To bright suns of Barbary,
And on the prairie grazes
The herbs of sorcery.
But on its coat the prison scars
Remain, the shadows of the bars.
poem by Robert Desnos from Storysongs (Chantefables) (1945)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Constipated hostler and the homebred woman
Sometimes he sleeps in the stable
And wakes up to gadflies' hubbub.
Scarcely a woman waits for him
At the Pub to secure his wallet.
He neighs like a horse after two gulps of cheap liquor
And she plucks the gray hair from his beehive like beard.
After sometimes both of them groan
And the Platonic love continues till the rickety stable closed.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The Ghost and Her horse
Everynight in the dark she walks
Everynight in the meadow he neighs
She walks out to her horse
He raises his ghostly head, spots his owner
And neighs
Only true people can hear this frost filled noise
To her ear it sounds of peace and stillness
To people around it sounds spoky filled with wondering souls
Like the wind
Or the soft rain
Everynight in the dark she walks
Everynight in the meadow he neighs
The ghost walks with her silver hair blowing
In the pony tail that shall never change
She carries his halter in one hand her other hand
Hangs open ready to stroke his transparent maine
Down his silver back
Everynight in the dark she walks
Everynight in the meadow he neighs
The horse to his girl
They are still, his head and long neck
Rested on her shoulder, her arms around his neck
Running her fingers through his maine
The ghost and her horse.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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The Art Of Consonant Cries....
So shall i congratulate myself
for finally learning
not to love you?
Does one celebrate the triumph
of pain
the death of love
the entrance to the gate
of oblivion?
Must you give me a hug
having conquered loneliness?
I have abandoned a place
moving towards another abandoned place
i have no one there
and shall expect no one too
Shall you smile for me now
that my prison bars had been cut?
Do not think that i am free like you
i live in another prison now
to bars not witnessed by you
You call it doors
or perhaps fences of my heart
where i can jump away
and say
this is another greener pasture of my life
I have yet to name it
from the point of view of those eyes
that have mastered
the art of consonant cries...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Whose Truth.
You have no monopoly
on truth, says Daultil.
It wears a many coloured
coat; each one picks out
colours for their own cloth.
We sit like those in Plato’s
cave seeing shadows dance
upon the wall and think those
shadows reality and the fire
giving off flames some god
who cares. Daultil sips his
flask of booze. You watch
him lift it to his lips. His words
hang around your head like
flies about a horse’s eyes.
Glunk glunk goes his flask
lifted by him to take his fill.
He sets it down, wipes his lips
and says, Pilate never knew
the truth, he thought it just a
random choice of this or that
of this sad world’s philosophies;
he could not see beyond his
nose or dull thought’s reach.
You keep your silence, watch
as Daultil undoes the buttons
of his pants and pees, his fingers
having DTs shake the piss upon
his pants but he doesn’t noticed
or if he does he doesn‘t care just
lifts his head like some dozy bull
and looks at you with vacant stare.
poem by Terry Collett
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The nail supports the hoof, the hoof the horse, the horse the man, the man the world.
Scars
Now I see that you are pushing me away,
The scars remain as my pain,
I can see that my veins are full of scars,
Scars of remaining past,
Scars from all those cutting,
Scars from all the pain I went through,
Love is vain,
The rain might pour down,
But nothing has stop me from seeing the scars I have left behind,
Nothing can’t stop me from seeing the remaining scars,
All my scars, all my memories remain as my pain.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Y..... Zebra
Zebra goes to drink
Crocodile jumps
Zebra escapes
Zebra tells son
Not to drink
At that lake
Son goes anyhow
Nothing happens
Son zebra returns
Son thinks
father zebra
does not make sense
Son goes again and again
Son convinced father is wrong
Until one day….
poem by Aufie Zophy
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The Coast Of Barbary
My lad is on the water and far away from me,
And I pray God be good to him wherever he may be,
Up the sea and down the sea,
And along the coast of Barbary.
Oh, night and day ships come in, the ships both great and small,
But never one among them brings a word of him at all,
From Port o' Spain and Trinidad, from Rio or Funchal,
And along the coast of Barbary.
If I must think he comes no more across yon seas forlorn,
If I must think there is no tide may bring him night or morn,
I'd curse the light that I look on, and the day that I was born,
And the cruel coast of Barbary.
But well I know that soon or late he'll come back blithe and brown,
When the fire's a good thing to see, and the dark drawing down,
From many a wild and stormy sea, and many a foreign town,
And along the coast of Barbary.
With a green silk handkerchief and a parrot red and green,
And shells and bits o' things to show from the places where he's been,
Up the sea and down the sea,
And along the coast of Barbary.
poem by Cicely Fox Smith
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Photo Finish
His weary obedient horse skipped its meals
And had no proper sleep for few days.
He checked the stable and found some horseflies cause to the sickness.
He cleaned the premises well
And everything back to normal.
But it neighs again; 'Master, still I couldn't win a race and you spent me a lot in vain.'
He said; 'Do not worry my dear Tattoo and I am sure that you will be the winner of incoming grand race.'
Though it showed its talent,
They say that the winner has to be decided from a photograph.
[ I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness......]
2 Timothy 4: 7-8 Niv
* A strong wind blows from Illinois hullabaloo to this rickety stable.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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mustangs race wind tossed rolling thunder
hoof beats drum prairie storm front
freedom races wild free ranging prairie wind
haiku by Terence George Craddock
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This Nightlife
(Clint Black - Hayden Nicholas)
Dawn patrol is makin' the rounds
Been goin' at it since the sun went down
I'll be sleepin' it off from
Another night of tyin' one on.
The sun is risin' and I'm layin' low
Been compromisin' my get up and go
And I'll be burnin' it up
Till both ends of the candle are gone.
And I've seen too many smoke filled bars
Seems like they're never gonna set me free
You might not see the scars
But this nightlife's beatin' the daylights out of me.
--- Instrumental ---
Out on the town
Like the night before
Just when I thought
I couldn't go one more.
The sun sets down
I get up and do it again
Night lights are callin'
And I can't turn 'em down.
I've been revolvin' on
This merry-go-round for so long
And know where tomorrow starts
And when today'll end.
And I've seen too many smoke filled bars
Seems like they're never gonna set me free
You might not see the scars
But this nightlife's beatin' the daylights out of me.
--- Instrumental ---
Lord knows, I've seen too many smoke filled bars
Seems like they're never gonna set me free
You might not see the scars
But this nightlife's beatin' the daylights out of me.
Lord, this nightlife's beatin' the daylights out of me.
Lord, this nightlife's beatin' the daylights out of me...
song performed by by Clint Black
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Uninvited company for M 'lady Ernestine
Shy shadows surreptitiously,
when twilight falls invade my room.
I do not let this worry me
they have the right to I assume.
When morning breaks they quickly go
I understand that they must hide.
But where they go I do not know
Some secret place where they abide.
Until the twilight sets them free.
It is then they venture out
silently and stealthily
They are set free to roam about..
I know the shadows mean no harm
and see no reason for alarm
Sunday,17 January 2010.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Twentieth Success
This, the hive of success,
that of which one has no choice
but remain happy.
As a manifestation of ones dreams.
In the midst of struggle,
success emerges,
the pain of hassle is gone for good,
The memory of the hard times is lost.
Praise is in the lips of the joyful
No more pain, they hope.
in the twentieth day of sorrow,
Pain turns to Joy.
Remain in Success.
poem by Jackson Nyoho
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Lucy i
STRANGE fits of passion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in the lover's ear alone,
What once to me befell.
When she I loved look'd every day
Fresh as a rose in June,
I to her cottage bent my way,
Beneath an evening moon.
Upon the moon I fix'd my eye,
All over the wide lea;
With quickening pace my horse drew nigh
Those paths so dear to me.
And now we reach'd the orchard-plot;
And, as we climb'd the hill,
The sinking moon to Lucy's cot
Came near and nearer still.
In one of those sweet dreams I slept,
Kind Nature's gentlest boon!
And all the while my eyes I kept
On the descending moon.
My horse moved on; hoof after hoof
He raised, and never stopp'd:
When down behind the cottage roof,
At once, the bright moon dropp'd.
What fond and wayward thoughts will slide
Into a lover's head!
'O mercy!' to myself I cried,
'If Lucy should be dead!'
poem by William Wordsworth
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Cabinessence
Light the lamp and fire mellow,
Cabin essence timely hello,
Welcomes the time for a change.
Lost and found, you still remain there.
Youll find a meadow filled with grain there.
Ill give you a home on the range.
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
I want to watch you windblown facing
Waves of wheat for your embracing.
Folks sing a song of the grange.
Nestle in a kiss below there.
The constellations ebb and flow there.
And witness our home on the range.
Who ran the iron horse?
(truck driving man do what you can)
Who ran the iron horse?
(high-tail your load off the road)
Who ran the iron horse?
(out of night-life-its a gas man)
Who ran the iron horse?
(I dont believe I gotta grieve)
Who ran the iron horse?
(in and out of luck)
Who ran the iron horse?
(with a buck and a booth)
Who ran the iron horse?
(catchin on to the truth)
Who ran the iron horse?
(in the vast past, the last gasp)
Who ran the iron horse?
(in the land, in the dust, trust that you must)
Who ran the iron horse?
(catch as catch can)
Have you seen the grand coolie workin on the railroad?
Have you seen the grand coolie workin on the railroad?
Have you seen the grand coolie workin on the railroad?
Over and over,
The crow cries uncover the cornfield.
Over and over,
The thresher and hover the wheat field.
Over and over,
The crow cries uncover the cornfield.
Over and over,
The thresher and hover the wheat field.
Over and over,
The crow cries uncover the cornfield.
Over and over,
The thresher and hover the wheat field.
song performed by by Beach Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Horse and Rider
The prairie blows the grasses
And whips the horse’s mane.
They travel, horse and rider,
Through the sea of amber grain
Hills roll by, and clouds pass
But steady are the horse’s hooves
Upon the wind blown grass
As they travel, horse and rider
There is no trail that they follow
No path that can be seen
There they travel, horse and rider
Upon the endless blowing green
poem by Horse Poet
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Void
Don’t you feel the void
In your eyes?
Don’t your eyes well up
When she cries?
It’s been years…
You’ve seen her.
She knows that you
Miss her.
So why live a life
Full of lies?
Why deny these ties…
Under your deceptive guise?
Do you wait to see the day
She dies…
To bid her those final
Goodbyes?
Unlike the sun and the moon
Once she sets in her ashes,
She’ll never rise.
Even if your heart then
Cries and cries…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Adventure
Out of the wood my White Knight came:
His eyes were bright with a bitter flame,
As I clung to his stirrup leather;
For I was only a dreaming lad,
Yet oh, what a wonderful faith I had!
And the song in my heart was never so glad,
As we took to the trail together.
"Friends and lovers, good-bye," I said;
Never once did I turn my head,
Though wickedly wild the weather
min were the rover's rags and scars,
And the rover's bed beneath the stars,
But never the shadow of prison bars,
As we ranged the world together.
Dreary and darkling was the trail,
But my Knight was clad in a gleaming mail,
And he plucked from his plume a feather.
And oh how foolishly proud was I!
"I'll wear it," I told him, "till I die;
Freemen we'll be of sea and sky,
To the ends of the earth together."
Yet now I know by my failing breath
I'm ripe for the last adventure, Death,
And I've reached the end of my tether:
But my Knight of the shining mail is there,
And his eyes are bright and he bids me dare:
So into the Dark let's boldly fare,
Into the Dark . . . together.
poem by Robert William Service
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Scars of the Heart
Scars of the Heart
At times it seems like no relief
We can suffer long with our grief
Will the heart ever mend
Will the pain ever end
The tears come from my eyes
But it’s my heart that cries
People ask how am I
They would know if they see me cry
From when my wife passed
I have scars of the heart that will last
My heart may heal after time goes by
The scars of my heart will be till I die
poem by Michael Gelb
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Zebra Child
I’m not black
I’m not white
I’m a Zebra Child.
My father skin is fare like a pinkish cloud.
My mother skin is dark like coco.
My skin is both swirled into a light caramel color.
I’m not black
I’m not white
I’m a Zebra Child.
My eyes are hazel with a hint of blue.
My hair is kinky yet manageable.
While I have African hips
I also have European lips.
I’m not black
I’m not white
I’m a Zebra Child.
I relish my difference
Although some times
I envy others similarity.
But I am what I am.
I’m not black
I’m not white
I’m a Zebra Child.