The horse chained to the feeding trough and the mare in the thicket.
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The power of female
A farm horse is drawn to a farm mare.
A race horse too will be
Averse not to a farm mare.
Such is the power of the female.
03.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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One Horse Is No Different From Another
You can lead a horse to the water.
But you can not force that horse to drink.
'I've heard that before.
But that particular horse being forced,
Is already accustomed to the water.
And lives on a reservoir.
When the feeding done on oats and grains,
As well as organically grown carrots...
When it wishes,
Is common.
Why did you select that horse,
When there are a multitude of them...
Dieing from thirst and have not eaten? '
Well...
I really didn't think anyone would notice.
To me,
One horse is no different from another.
'And maybe that is why,
You find yourself in such a predicament.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chained
R.sambora
Hey, whats this feeling
Ive never been down this far before
I was scared of believing
That love would never find my door
I was chained
Chained
Chained to my broken dreams
I never knew I was supposed to be
Waiting for someone to come and rescue me
Rescue me
Rescue me.
Hey am I dreaming?
I never woke up from night before
Unaware I was bleeding
Slowly dying like the sun
Going down once more.
I was chained
Chained
Chained to my broken dreams
I never knew just where my life would lead
Hoping that someone would come and rescue me
Rescue me
Rescue me
Rescue me.
Alone in the darkness
til saw the light
Shining from your eyes
Now it burns inside and it keeps me alive
Lord Ive been chained
Ive been chained, yeah.
Was chained
Chained
Chained to these broken dreams
I never knew who supposed to be
Hoping that someone would come and rescue me
Ive been chained
Chained
Ive been chained to these broken dreams
I never knew just where my life would lead
Waiting for you to come and rescue me
Hoping that someone would come and
Rescue me
Rescue me
Rescue me
Ooh yeah
Rescue me
song performed by by Bon Jovi
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Oh Yes I Love My Horse
Oh yes I love my horse,
and my horse she doth love me.
Riding o'er the countryside,
beneath me my trusty steed.
We ride fast through sunny days,
for my little mare always enjoys to play.
She may buck and she may rear,
but never has anything been so dear;
As the horse I cherish,
and know oneday shall perish.
I enjoy each moment that we get,
always pulling gently on her bit.
For my horse is my kin,
not to be purchased by any bid.
For as a young girl I slept by her side,
willing to battle any that would cut our tie.
So for now we frolick merrily,
each day together a special rarity.
Until the day the good Lord calls her up,
and I must find solace in her son.
poem by Kayla Lonkard
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No more pussycatting
If you want the juice to flow,
love me tender, bite me slow,
i wear my belt of chastity,
so don't you try to honey me
on a daft dark room hotel
then I' ll lose my honey key,
yes i know you far too well
sense the sweat peering trough
trough your lustrous gain
i am slowly hunting you
like Diana in great pain.
I won't sit alone and weep
or wave my arms to whip,
impress red stripes to keep
and sleep upon your lip.
I, wont be chained by lies
need to be laced with ties,
loved tender, bitten slow
if you want this love to grow..
Madrason 10 04 2010
poem by Madrason writer
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For All The Women In The World
No more pussycatting
If you want the juice to flow,
love me tender, bite me slow,
i wear my belt of chastity,
so don't you try to honey me
on a daff dark-room hotel
then I' ll lose my honey key,
Yes i know you far too well,
sense the sweat peering trough,
trough your lusturous gain
i am slowly hunting you
like Diana in great pain.
I won't sit alone and wheep
or wave my arms to whip,
impress red stripes to keep
and sleep upon your lip.
I, wont be chained by lies
need to be laced with ties,
loved tender, bitten slow
if you want this love to grow..
Madrason 10 04 2010
poem by Madrason writer
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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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I Get Wet Because Im Dry
It’s cold and dark everywhere
The clouds kissed the mountains near
The hungry rivers are shouting and swelling
Help! The grassland is drowning
The dampen bird ceased to fly
An old horse prayed to calm the sky
In the other end, there’s the disgusted mare
The frog’s endless cry she claimed to beauty is bare
The angry thunder in heavens begun to roar
But the lighting is quick and warned to moor
To the overly drunk trees in the forest
Hold tight the dampen bird to your chest!
The night falls but of no distinction
The day’s sun is as dark as the midnight moon
But in the gloom, a circle of light appeared
It’s from a hungry feline’s eyes dazzled red
Hours, days, nights, weeks, birds, frogs, horse passed
Oh dear, the torment has ultimately stopped
The dampen birds found hope and start to hop
The old horse hugs the mare and slashes the loop
Sadly, no singing frog welcomed the new day
Because the hungry cat ended his song instantly
And the mare slept well all that night
The next morning is a goodbye to the bird’s faraway flight.
poem by Ayi Escalona
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I Am Just A Horse
I am just a horse
I have no dreams I have no choice
I'm mad I'm sad I can rejoice
Yet still I have
No voice
Revere me regard me discard me
The greenest field the killing pen
I never know just how or when
I'll live or die or
Speak again
Love me respect me dissect me
I'll be your friend or someone's steak
Or pay the debts on bets you make
Whatever I have you
Will take
In the end I'm still a horse
And my fate is not my own
Of course
The Green Thicket
All in a green thicket I heard a bird sing,
And blithe though his song was it made the tears spring,
To hear a bird sing as he swung on his spray,
All in a green thicket at break of the day.
All in a green thicket his song it did pour
That told of the Springs that shall come nevermore,
That sang of sweet blossoms, now faded and dry,
All in a green thicket in Aprils gone by.
All in a green thicket that morning in Spring,
I smelt the sharp scent of each young growing thing,
I smelt the sweet herbage all drowned with the dew,
And the time that's gone from me was with me anew.
All in a green thicket at break of the day
It was like the dear voice of a friend far away,
It was like the kind touch of a hand that I know,
And the smile and the tears of dead Aprils ago,
All in a green thicket one morning in Spring,
For to smell the young woodland and hear the bird sing,
Oh, long did I loiter and dream by the way,
All in a green thicket at break of the day.
poem by Cicely Fox Smith
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Im Pulling Through
Arthur herzog jr. / irene kitchings
Im pulling trough and its because of you!
When I was stranded came your helping hand
Lonely, hurt I had not known which way to turn
til you said, try smiles, not tears, just laugh and learn
Im pulling trough and its because of you!
You made me see how lovely life could be
Lifted up my heart and made me count the cost
To find Id gained, not lost!
When I thought that hope was really gone
You showed me I was wrong
And you taught me how to carry on
Thanks for the lift in time and thanks for this song!
Im pulling trough and its because of you!
Id do the same for youif your turn came
Hope it never will
For Ive been though the mill
I wont get this debt
Im pulling trough
song performed by by Billie Holiday
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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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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Get your ox from a young cow and your horse from an old mare.
Symphony for the night
Close your eyes
let me sing you a song of the night
When the sky is dark,
And sweet cold winds blows,
Dream it for me,
let your heart sleep,
To wander in magic,
Flying trough sea of stars that shimmering
Let the moon smiles,
Greeting you trough the sky,
Let the clouds go with you,
Let us sail trough the night!
Let them,
Let the stars, blanketing your night sleep
Let the wind, blowing for your dreams
Let the symphony in, filling your heart,
Putting you, a good sleep trough the night,
Lei it be,
Dream, oh dream it for me,
Till the dawn, let you sleep.
How can the foal amble if the horse and mare trot?