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lovecanbereal

The Arabian Horse

On the cusp of beauty, you were born
Before this World had its modern form.

Atavar and Spirit much older than us
Existence formed from the deserts' dust.

Imprinted in time, dissolved on the wind
Generous in spirit, eye that is kind.

Giving your blood to the World's other breeds
Improving the type, producing proud steeds.

Your form is beauty, power, and grace
Down storied time your bloodlines I trace.



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Posted: Dec 2016
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lovecanbereal

Storm

Storm - finest horse - you're faster than the wind -
Beautiful bay - all muscle, form, power, grace -
Gentle eyes shining - bright with boldness - kind -
And smooth and true in all of your four gaits.
Full standing - sixteen hands - with soft white blaze;-
Twelve years old - and still with power - to amaze.

Taken from the racetrack - lucky gelding -
(Seeing you had a quiet temperament)
You quickly took to riding school - excelling -
In your next life - almost like a retirement.
Not asked to do too much - except short rides;-
There's pasture here - hard feed - and treats besides.

When young and on the track, you proved your mettle -
Fleet-footed - with hot courage - in each race -
When thoroughbreds - they settle'd down to battle -
More times than not - you'd finish in a place.
Now years on - in silhouette - your grace defines;-
Equine beauty - I see in noble bloodlines.

In verse, I now pay homage to your spirit -
And in your health I take a great delight;
The time that you have left - you're free to live it -
You've a paddock and a stable for the night.
In these pastures - live your life out - Storm proud steed; -
For it's here that you have everything you need.




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Posted: May 2016
About this poem:
A short poem about a riding school horse
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WILDANDREADY

EVERY NITE

I SING SONGS TO MY FOUR LEGGED CHILDREN PAST AND PRESENT; IN HOPES THAT THEY WILL NEVER FORGET THEIR DADDY AND THE LOVE WE SHARED! MAY WE ALWAYS FEEL THAT SPECIAL BOND THAT KEEPS THE INCREDIBLE VIBRATIONS FLOWING FROM BEYOND! DARLINGS; I PROMISE YOU THAT ONE DAY; WE SHALL BE TOGETHER AGAIN; AND NOTHING SHALL GET IN THE WAY OF US REUNITING; FOR ALL ETERNITY! TO THIS I PRAY; EVERY NITE!
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Posted: Oct 2016
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THE ONLY THING THAT MAKES ME SAD IS WHEN THEY HAVE TO PART FROM ME! I LIVE FOR THE DAY WHEN WE WILL ALL BE TOGETHER ON EARTH!
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WILDANDREADY

TOTAL LOVE

I SEARCHED THE WORLD FOR A TOTAL LOVE; I PRAYED AND PRAYED TO THE LORD ABOVE; HE SENT ME LOVE BEYOND MY WILDEST DREAMS! MY CATS LOVE ME IN SUCH A WONDERFUL WAY; ALTHOUGH THEY HAVE FOUR LEGS, THRY"RE WITH ME TO STAY! I NOW LOOK FORWARD TO LIVING; EACH AND EVERY DAY! LORD; YOUR WORK COMES WITH YOUR OWN AGENDA;AND WITH THE END RESULTS; YOU SHALL ULTIMATELY RENDER; TOTAL LOVE!
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Posted: Jul 2016
About this poem:
A KITTEN APPEARED AT MY PATIO WINDOW; I FED HER AND SHE LOOKED RIGHT THROUGH ME WITH HER BIG BEAUTIFUL BLUE EYES; TURNED AROUND AND DRIFTED AWAY TO KITTY HEAVEN! THAT IS WHY ANIMALS ARE MY LIFE FOREVER!
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anninspain

The Black Galgo (Spanish Greyhound)

I am just a black Galgo,nothing much to see
But really there is so much more, for you to see in me
I cannot help my colour, Nor can I help my breed
But I am a black Galgo, and desperately in need
People like the brindle, or the plain or the tan
But I am black, I can't change that, if only someone can
Why can't you see through the black and see my aching heart
Why can't you see the the love in me, it goes right off the chart
But black is black and we are shunned, our fate is to wait to die
We're forgotten, we're scared and invisible, please give us a try
Black is beautiful so they say, so why are we still here
We are beautiful dogs with beautiful hearts, so let us melt your fear
Open up your own hearts, please open up your mind and see
That black really is beautiful, and beautiful and black is me
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Posted: Jun 2016
About this poem:
Black dogs are often the last to be adopted, and the first to be euthanized
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mcradloff

Cow Preacher

I say to you my fellow bovine
My hoofed friends
We must be thankful for the grass in the valley
We must be thankful for the calves born each spring
Ours is a simple life
A life of mooing
A life of eating grass for hours on end
And that's about it
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Posted: Apr 2016
About this poem:
I saw many cows on my way to Lancaster this morning. Just wondering what would they say if they could.
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lovecanbereal

Dedication: For My Horse Rebel

I look into my horse's eyes -
A deep pool there that holds no lies;
An honest glance without conceit
As he stands tall on all four feet.

From your liquid lambent eyes
Your equine soul now me espies
And I could never do you wrong -
I can only praise you in this song.

You'll take quick flight - if alarmed -
Speed animates your vital form;
Though when your still as a calm lake -
In mutual trust we both partake.

Rebel my beautiful standard bred
Your chestnut all from tail to head
On the trot track you once did race
And with stamina could quick miles pace.

You were still strong years after racing
Though now you trot instead of pacing
Adapting as a saddle horse
You did train on - no need for force.

You quietly did as you were bidden
First in the gig, and then when ridden
You learnt to trot and canter freely -
And then to jump most gracefully.

In your strong body not one bad bone
At Richmond Farm you found a home -
To there live out your life complete
To my sweet horse Rebel - Rest In Peace.


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Posted: Apr 2016
About this poem:
An honest poem about an honest horse.
"No hour spent in the saddle is ever wasted" - Winston Churchill.
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jarred1

Or is life a giant mobius, winding toward the cent

yet in the cellar my pet still swelters

And before I know it, I have fallen into the cloudy yesterdays of mt mind.

Or is life a giant mobius, winding toward the center.
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Posted: Apr 2016
About this poem:
Or is life a giant mobius, winding toward the center.
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WILDANDREADY

BETHY BOO

SHE"S BETHY; SHE"S BETHY BOO; ALTHOUGH SHE"S TAILESS; SHE"LL WAG FOR YOU! SHE"S FRESH AS THE MORNING DEW; I LOVE MY BETHY; AND YOU WILL TOO! SHE"S ALL BLACK, WITH SUCH A SMILE; TO CATCH A GLIMPSE OF HER; YOU"LL WALK A MILE! I"VE BEEN DOWN AND ALMOST OUT; BUT WHEN I THINK OF HER; I GAIN SUCH CLOUT! I"M SURE WE WILL MEET AGAIN; AND LIFE WITH BETHY; WILL NEVER END!
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Posted: Jan 2016
About this poem:
I RESCUED HER FROM A TRAP SET BY A EUTHENIZER BUT THE NEXT NIGHT SHE WAS TAKEN AWAY AND NO ONE TOLD ME! THE LOW LIFE IS THE OWNER OF MAMA JENNIES!
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lovecanbereal

Sydney Sales Yard

A bonny mare if 'ere there was one
Stood tall in the Sydney Sales Yard.
The odds, the ring, the sales yard;-
And soon they beat her down.

The bid lot forty three, recall
(If memory serves me right)
Where stood there men as tough as nails
And bidding was a fight.

To and 'fro the bids were called
Until she was knocked down
to Eight Thousand -
For men in Blue Collars this was a lot of dough.

So Standardbred "miss milly molly"
Was walked out of the ring;-
"Not much to look at - a slender horse",-
One onlooker said;-
But he was not the man who bought her; -
Risking hard won bread.


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Posted: Dec 2015
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