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Easy
Walking on waters is easy
When you learn
Floating in air
Running a Government is easy
When you master
Flogging a dead horse
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Pony Street
She lives on pony street
And they should scatter flowers at her feet
But when they come calling I think its appalling
Theyre sober and theyre polite
Theyre deeply respectful when I would expect them
To keep her out all night
That little martinet
Will get her own way yet
If you need instruction in mindless destruction
Ill show you a thing or two
You used to adore me but now my life flashes before me
For you to view
Oh mother, oh mother, sometimes you are so mortifying
From the hole in your leopard skin tights I can tell youve been spying
But your generation confesses before it transgresses
Those super-8 movies of daddy in your disco dresses
If youre going out tonight
I wont wait up
Reading das kapital
Watching home shopping club
While youre flogging a dead horse
All the way down pony street
Where you live after a fashion
All the way down pony street
The life and the soul of every indiscretion
That lives on, that lives on, that lives on
Pony street
Daughter, oh daughter, you know I will love you forever
But spare me the white ankle socks with the lace and the leather
For you and your cartoon threat do no good to resist me
For I am the genuine thing but for you its just history
If youre going out tonight
How can you be sure
Where you lay your pretty head
Mother may have been before
So youre flogging a dead horse
All the way down pony street
Where you live after a fashion
All the way down pony street
The life and the soul of every indiscretion
That lives on [5x]
She lives on pony street [2x]
She lives on, she lives on [2x]
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Alcohol Blues Revisited
Day after day I've been flogging a dead horse,
Waking up in the morning with alcoholic remorse,
Depressed and befuddled and hungover of course,
It's a crime against nature and what makes it worse
I can't even write any decent verse,
'Cos there's no escaping this drinker's curse -
So what shall I do? Shall I pack it in?
The beer and the whisky? The vodka and gin?
Is it really so bad? Such a terrible sin?
I'm being courageous, I'll take it on the chin
While one of you's laughing and all of you grin,
Ah, give me a break, you uncharitable swine,
Have a heart, be gentle, and pour me some wine! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Hangover Blues
Day after day I've been flogging a dead horse,
Waking up in the morning with alcoholic remorse,
Depressed and befuddled and hungover of course,
It's a crime against nature, and what makes it worse
I can't even write any decent verse,
'Cos there's no escaping this drinker's curse -
So what shall I do? Shall I pack it in?
The beer and the whisky? The vodka and gin?
Is it really so bad? Such a terrible sin?
I'm being courageous, I'll take it on the chin,
While one of you's laughing and all of you grin,
Ah, give me a break, you uncharitable swine,
Have a heart, be gentle, and pour me some wine! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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What is a Horse?
What is a horse?
A horse has eyes as dainty as a mink.
The grace is interrupted merely by a blink.
A horse is beauty.
What is a horse?
A horse is a tree in a storm that never goes down.
A horse is a weathered rock that stays around.
A horse is ancient.
What is a horse?
A horse waltzes like breeze over rivers.
She curvets and leaps like rain shivers.
A horse is a marionette.
What is a horse?
A horse is determination, that never stops flowing.
A horse is fondness, that never stops growing.
A horse is poetic power.
poem by Lily Whittaker
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Wind Horse
Da naho… It is said,
Wind Horse, gentle Wind horse, you were the last of your kind.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, you were running wild and free.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, with this freedom you did nothing but give;
When one called for help you carried them to safety,
No enemy did you have.
Da naho… It is said,
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, you gave your life one day
To a boy with no leg.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, you gave him your endless love.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, you now run in the Great Hunting Grounds;
Giving joy to those there, as you did here.
Da naho… It is said,
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, your life was not the last gift
You gave the People.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, you prayed for us, you wished a wish for us.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, we remember you through your brother Horse.
Wi: yo: h … It is good.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, we see you still.
poem by Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk
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A Horse Is A Horse
A horse is a horse and a man is a man
And neither can be the other
And each can survive but is much better
In the company of one another.
And while a horse is a horse and that is true
A horse is but a beast
As a cow is a cow, some ask how
On its flesh we should not feast?
For they do so in France as in other places
And I don't know how they can
For while a horse is a horse and is only a horse
It is less a cow than it is a man!
poem by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
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Me & My Horse
riding together,
you and your horse.
as you run against the wind all you call hear is-
the wind wipping your ears,
the horse's hooves thundering beneath you,
the chains of your bit as the horse pulls against the reins,
and the faint sound of the horse behind you.
your horse stops,
the horse behind you catches up.
the race is over,
freedom will have to wait until next time.
poem by Horse Lover
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A Horse For Dinner
A horse A horse
My kingdom for a horse,
A horse A horse
For the main course
Muscles of might
Pulled so tight,
A body of organs
All for a meal
Why a horse?
Why not a deer?
A horse does the work,
A deer will just peer
A horse is strong
a deer has no uses,
so there for a deer
suffers the abuses
Condemned is a deer
as from the day it's born,
until the day it dies
and its meaty flesh torn
So why a horse
if a deer has no uses?
because I am a man
Who too, has suffered too many abuses
poem by John McAdam
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American Wild West: Horse Thieves
there was a time
in American history
when horse thieves
were shot or hung
robber man who stole
your horse had stolen
your life your livelihood
your means of travel
survival you were left
as good as dead without
your horse in country
where horseback was life
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Painful Title
It’s just a useless try to fall in love
It’s just a cry
Just a die
And you ignore
All I want
Time is up
I am down
It needs time
time, like a horse
like a dead horse
dead hours
turn the seconds
No, no, no need to help
No help
No word
No alarm
No fight
Love is leaving
And the world is bored of
My fixed moments
Of my silence
Of my dead horse
Big pains
Big souls
Small cures
Short smiles
Deep eye
Deep mind
A little word
Destroy world
No time
No cure
No mind
No word
Big pain
Bigger pain
Largest pain
No word
No cure
No time
There’s a question
A pain
A painful cancer
A sculpture
Numb like a dead
I’m a beautiful reflection of sadness.
poem by Mohammad Reza Dousti
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Ra Ra For Red Rocking Horse
Did you think you knew the game?
Did you think that fame and fortunes
All that I had in my head?
Bang youre dead
Its not a game Im gonna play with you
Did you think Im high and dry?
Did you think Id hide from the
Tentacles of the deaf dumb and blind
Their poison inks behind me
At the bottom of the sea
And your criticism doesnt worry me
And Ill sing
Ra ra for red rocking horse
Ride on over all remorse
Ra ra for red rocking horse
Who won the course
Despite the fact that
No one bet him
Get out
Did you think youd tie me up
Did you think that I would
Help but dance for your piece of paper
Theyll tame you and set you
To licking all the foes
Zap! pow!
Did you think that I dont feel
Did you think that Id simply heal up
After each ego beating
We cant go on meeting
This once in every year
And in the meantime if we all stand up
And cheer him up here
Ra ra for red rocking horse
Ride on over all remorse
Ra ra for red rocking horse
Who won the course
Despite the fact that
No one bet him
They all took their money out
And they laid it down, down
On the bright colored manes
They all took their money out
But they laid it down, down
On the different names to ours
Ra ra for red rocking horse
Ride on over all remorse
Ra ra for red rocking horse
Who won the course
Despite the fact that
No one bet him
Ra ra for red rocking horse
Ride on over all remorse
Ra ra for red rocking horse
Who won the course
Despite the fact
song performed by by Xtc
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Ra Ra For Red Rocking Horse
Did you think you knew the game?
Did you think that fame and fortunes
All that I had in my head?
Bang youre dead
Its not a game Im gonna play with you
Did you think Im high and dry?
Did you think Id hide from the
Tentacles of the deaf dumb and blind
Their poison inks behind me
At the bottom of the sea
And your criticism doesnt worry me
And Ill sing
Ra ra for red rocking horse
Ride on over all remorse
Ra ra for red rocking horse
Who won the course
Despite the fact that
No one bet him
Get out
Did you think youd tie me up
Did you think that I would
Help but dance for your piece of paper
Theyll tame you and set you
To licking all the foes
Zap! pow!
Did you think that I dont feel
Did you think that Id simply heal up
After each ego beating
We cant go on meeting
This once in every year
And in the meantime if we all stand up
And cheer him up here
Ra ra for red rocking horse
Ride on over all remorse
Ra ra for red rocking horse
Who won the course
Despite the fact that
No one bet him
They all took their money out
And they laid it down, down
On the bright colored manes
They all took their money out
But they laid it down, down
On the different names to ours
Ra ra for red rocking horse
Ride on over all remorse
Ra ra for red rocking horse
Who won the course
Despite the fact that
No one bet him
Ra ra for red rocking horse
Ride on over all remorse
Ra ra for red rocking horse
Who won the course
Despite the fact
song performed by by Xtc
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Nowhere On the Scene
Jealousies.
Pettiness.
Greed and corruption.
Selfishness and self importance.
'Weren't these factions mentioned,
Years ago?
As a basis that would begin to unravel...
All that then which had been valued? '
Yes.
But it wasn't popular then to confess it publicly.
But today...
Who knew,
Pretentions kept would be devalued?
And those once regarded as misfits and mavericks,
Are nowhere on the scene voicing their opinions.
'Perhaps they have given up? '
No.
They have probably discovered,
A dead horse beatened...
Is one dead horse many are making attempts,
To revive to once again ride.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Outlaw Song
early one days morning
i came upon a fine young horse
i mounted up and led him onward
he was gray as the sky above
as the sky above
i slept down by the river
and what a sad dream i had
i'm afraid my love
it must be true
today i will go and leave you
today i will be gone
i awoke and was surrounded
nine of the law stood before me
askin me my name and business
demanding proof of me
demanding proof of me
proof of me
what do you want from me
would you have me your prisoner
no but you must give us that horse
you must give us that roan gray horse
listen he aint for sale
never for the law to ride
if that should happen none would be safe
even the birds
even the birds
would be afraid to fly
so they ask again what was my name they ask again what was my name
two were dead before they could move
two were dead before they could move
thats my name
thats my name
if you please
thats my name
thats my name
if you please
song performed by by 16 Horsepower
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The White Horse...
on that early dawn
they arrived. I will not tell you
exactly how many were they.
they brought the wild horse again
this time it is white and coy
they did not speak to me
my attention was focused on the
beautiful horse
i did not show that i liked it
i did not talk too
then they brought the horse inside
the house
and then the windows and doors
were closed
and then the white horse started to
dance
and i liked it more
it was then that i realized
what are they really
and why are they here bringing me
a beautiful white horse
will they take my antique chairs
made of rosewood?
will i bargain my house
for a horse?
just for a horse
and they whose names i do not really know
shall laugh
after they had finally taken the whole of what i have
just for a white horse whose talent is just
to dance?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Commercial Horse In The Crowded City...
the horse in Quiapo
listens to its footsteps
sets on another commercial
trip guided only by
the whipping of
its master,
the driver
who earns only what
is enough for
a day's survival
it is all about himself only
no one else
not for any horse
or this old horse
with stinking dung
on covered eyes it sees no
danger
the reality that the city is crowded
with ten wheeler trucks
and taxis and
jeepneys and luxury cars,
and people without purpose
at all
a native is bloody lying dead
hit by a car without a plate number
another victim of hit and run
there are no stories of interest to tell
the policeman is smoking at the nearby
eatery, reading a komiks magazine
the horse, back to the servant hourse,
it is cool
it is not disturbed at all....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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The confusing of horse and donkey
There was a man
riding on a horse
horse have a mark of cross
horse saw a monkey
and from horse comes out a donkey
poem by Shahzeb Azhar
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Papa on the horse
As I remember,
Papa rode on the horse
the White horse
He was so cruel
And he would not
Feed
The white horse
For days
One day
They went to the
Sea
The white horse
And papa
I wished the
White horse
Would swim
To the other island
And leave
Papa for good
He was so cruel
And he would beat
The white horse
For days
But the white horse
Stayed
she was not fed
For days
One day
The White Horse
Got mad
And bit
Papa to death.
I did not wish
The horse
Would eat
Papa whole.
I too would be
Cruel then.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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