Windy Nights
Whenever the moon and stars are set,
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Children With Soap Bubbles
Like smoke the bubbles whirl up
in the wind’s frolicking game
hopping like horses that gallop
and other children have got to look out
or their eyes are going to burn.
Like smoke the bubbles whirl up
against the arms and heads of others
before they heave into the air,
hopping like horses that gallop
with children blowing over a soapy soup
soap-bubble after soap-bubble burst,
like smoke the bubbles whirl up
like balls kicked off by the wind
when mothers scold their dirty children,
hopping like horses that gallop
and later an adult looks after them
to set rules for the game,
like smoke the bubbles whirl up
hopping like horses that gallop.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Galloping Away As You Wish
When you,
Rise and shine...
With a giving up of all your sorrows,
You will...
Hop on your high horse and ride,
To gallop away as you wish.
When you,
Rise and shine...
With a giving up of all your sorrows,
You will...
Begin to travel on a path,
That leaves behind a saddened past.
You've got to feel more deserving,
To leave behind a saddened past.
You've got to get up the nerve to...
Leave behind a sadness had.
Ride high in that saddle.
And...
Don't look back.
If you wish a better life and want it to last!
All you have to do is ask.
You've got to,
Feel more deserving...
To leave behind a saddened past,
If you wish a better life to be in your hands...
Held on tightly to grasp!
When you,
Rise and shine...
With a giving up of all your sorrows,
You will...
Hop on your horse and ride,
To gallop away to a better life.
When you,
Rise and shine...
With a giving up of all your sorrows,
You will...
Begin to travel on a path,
That leaves behind a sadness had.
You've got to get up the nerve,
To leave behind a sadness past.
Ride high in that saddle,
And...
Don't dare look back!
You've got to feel deserving...
To leave behind a sadness passed,
If you wish a better life to come to you...
At last.
Saddle up on that high horse,
And let it gallop away...
From troubles you've had in your past.
And...
A better life you will have,
Today!
If you...
Ride it high,
You'll be given a momentum lift!
Saddle up on that horse and let it,
Gallop away...
To where you wish.
Gallop away...
To where you wish.
Forget about those troubles that you've have had in the past,
And...
Gallop away to where you wish.
Gallop away to where you wish.
Forget about those troubles that you've have had in the past,
And...
Gallop away to where you wish.
Gallop away to where you wish.
With a galloping away as you wish.
Humming with a hmmm.
And...
Galloping away as you wish.
Humming with a hmmm hmmm.
And...
Galloping away as you wish.
Humming with a hmmm.
And...
Galloping away as you wish.
Humming with a hmmm hmmm.
And...
Galloping away as you wish.
Galloping away as you wish.
Galloping away as you wish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When The Southeaster Really Starts To Blow
When the southeaster really starts to blow and jerk,
then white horses gallop down in the bay,
then bricks and oak trees are plucked out
when even big ships are tossed to and thro
and pine branches swing up and down,
when doves hide beneath roofs for the rain
and the people of Cape Town have barbeques in their homes,
when it feels as if the cold wants to turn you to stone,
as if the whole of nature is suddenly crying
and then I want to go to somewhere else.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Galloping Days
Galloping, galloping, galloping horses
Weave thro' our dreaming in burgeoning Spring;
There's sun in our hearts and there's sun on the courses,
And paeans of hope Winter's threnody forces
Over the hill-tops; for joy is a-wing.
Joy is a-wing, and the galloping rhythm
Mingles, alack, with a ruefuller rune,
For winners may rug but the losers run with 'em,
On the galloping, galloping tune.
Galloping, galloping, galloping gladly
Round the white railing and on to the turn,
While keeping in time to it, urgently madly,
Pulses are racing, ecstatic'ly, sadly;
Eyes to the thundering eagerly yearn,
Voice, upraising, are praising, are pleading,
Mid rackets gay jackets flash by and are gone.
Then the field in the sunlight, retreating, receding,
Goes galloping, galloping, galloping on.
Galloping, galloping, galloping; streaming
Now in green distances, seeming to crawl,
Like miniatures moving, like manikins seeming,
While o'er hedge and hollow a bland sun is beaming
Casting a benison over it all.
They run to the 'Distance.' The horses! The horses!
They gallop! They gallop! They turn for the 'Straight!'
They gallop, the hoses! Who nurses remorse is
A runagate cringer to galloping Fate.
Galloping, galloping, galloping ever,
Tho' cheering is over, they gallop amain;
Tho' fact and fond fancy reluctantly sever,
The round of that ultimate, straining endeavor
Still buffets and bludgeons and beats on the brain.
They gallop - Wake up, man! What profits regaining?
Luck lurks in the offing. On, on with the dance.
Aw, tear up your ticket! The sun is still shining.
The next race is starting. Who foots it with Chance?
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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I, Centaur (A Fantasy)
I, Centaur gallop on wind and fire
Across the meadows, across the mire
While demons in unearthly rage
Bellow from their burning stage
Curses on them above
“Let Lucifer take you below”
Saddened by some desire
We fall, but not on fire
Heaven help the fallen man
Here I am, I fall where I stand
Listen demons of the mist
I mock you with hand and fist
Come take your bounty fire
I wait for you across the mire
Hordes of hell now gather close
Listen to thy heavenly host
Listen to yon sweet harp play
Now listen to my sharp blade slay
Turn around - run
Cower once more underground
Back across meadow and mire
I, Centaur gallop on wind and fire
17 Nov 1978
poem by David Harris
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Heaven Tonight
Here comes a sign in the form of a girl
Shes the finest, sweetest thing in the world
Oh, take you to heaven tonight
I feel the horses coming galloping
In the summers end
Take you to heaven tonight
Oh, because I love you
For what you are
Ill gallop to you
Tonight, tonight I will ride
Ill give it to you
Well go to heaven tonight
Tonight
I dont know why ?
Oh baby, I was heading for heaven tonight
Ill go to heaven tonight
I feel the horses coming galloping
Ill never grow old, Ill go to heaven tonight
Because I love you
For what you are
Ill gallop to you
Tonight, tonight I will ride
Ill bow down to you
Well go to heaven tonight
Tonight
I cant believe that I could be happy
Summer will come again, I could be happy
Oh, stop your crying, you could be happy
Go to heaven when you make me happy
Here comes a kiss that I never had
Nothing feels like this, headed to heaven tonight
I love you
Here comes a storm in the form of a girl
Shes the finest, sweetest thing in the world
Oh, Ill go to heaven tonight
For what you are
Ill gallop to you
Tonight, tonight I will ride
Ill bow down to you
Well go to heaven tonight
Tonight
song performed by by Hole
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Moonlit
The moon
Paints the world
In shades of silver
The sky
Is a blanket of stars
Lighting our way
As we ride
The grass ripples in the wind
Like a silver sea
The horses snort...
Toss their heads...
and gallop in it's wake
sleek and shining
We are laughing
Like children
Intoxicated by this night
I will always remember this
poem by Debbie Docherty
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Love Riding
such a wild horse
sleeps within
just to gallop
just to move fast
as storm
to ransack stone to dust
such the wild hoofs
to break the jaws
the salient feature of untold apache
wild his move awakes
with transmitted warm
aflames to ratify
the dribbling tracks of tunicked soil
to strip off every silence to flag
the flood of noise
pain and pleasure
the wild
wild
runs to ruin
her fathomic far
as if any further awake
bother not his sleep within
runs with gallop
runs to break
runs to implant
the scream never loose
its pacific passion
Pranab k c
04/08/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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The Merry Go Round
The horses forever
gallop
Never slowing down.
shards keep falling
by the way side
pieces always lie in
want.
I'm tired of riding
this pony
stop this merry-go-
round.
let me off.
poem by Heather Burns
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The Merry/Go-Round
The horses
forever
gallop,
never
slowing
down.
Shards keep
falling
by the
way-side,
pieces
always lie
in want.
I'm tired
of riding
this pony,
stop this
merry-go-
round.
Let me off.
poem by Heather Burns
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The Friendly Ghost
Frank Gallop - narrator
from The Friendly Ghost (1945)
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My fictitious characters will take the bit between their teeth and gallop off and do something that I hadn't counted on. However, I always insist on dragging them back to the straight and narrow.
quote by Colleen McCullough
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Money makes the horse gallop whether he has shoes or not.
Woman is the sun, an extraordinary creature, one that makes the imagination gallop.
quote by Marcello Mastroianni
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The horses of hope gallop, but the asses of experience go slowly.