Category: Poetry

Old King Cole

This is another one of my silly poems. Done several years ago. For awhile there I was on quite a role for crazy poems.

Old King Cole:

Old King Cole is from the North Pole,

He has no heart and soul,

But he does have a son named Joel,

Who has a tadpole,

That lives in a fishbowl,

Out of which comes a flagpole,

Who does have a heart and soul.

Who Am I?

And yet another nature poem from several years ago. I do love nature.

Who Am I?:

Dark is the night,

Bright is the day,

Rolling are the hills,

Rocky are the mountains,

Swift is the wind,

Gentle is the breeze,

Dark and bright,

Rolling and rocky,

Swift and gentle,

I sweep by,

I hover you,

I fly by you,

I am of this world—and not of it,

I show it to you with the light,

And I protect you.

Nature

One of my nature poems written several years ago.

Nature:

The winds of time blow through the land,

The water of ages past rushes along its many rivers and streams,

The oceans and seas rise and fall—they cast their occupants about,

The sun beats down,

The moon glows bright white,

Nature’s people rush here and there for a storm comes on,

And so Mother Destiny intervenes and saves us all.

Snip

This poem written a few years after I’d met him, is for my favorite horse, My Boy, Snip. I think it’s my favorite poem of all the ones I’ve written. He may be ornery and stubborn and have a huge attitude problem even at 22 years old, but he still knows who’s the alpha in our relationship. He knows who his momma is….me. I had to teach my boy some manners before he became the perfect little gentleman he is today. I love him so much. He is my rock.

Snip:

Short and stocky,

Barrel-chested and shaggy shaggy shaggy,

Black and white four-legged beast,

Adorned with a white crescent moon on my forehead,

Marked by a white snip on my nose,

Strong and sturdy—sure-footed I am for sure,

Coal black eyes filled with a curiosity and friendliness—I am trouble definitely,

I am playful and full of fun,

I am stubborn and ornery—and am to be reckoned with,

I prick my ears at her footsteps,

My eyes sparkle and come alive with happiness at her appearance,

I paw the ground with my hoof in eagerness to get out and see her—ride with her,

I am a puppy dog—I follow her around happily,

I am an elephant—I have a long memory,

I am a teddy bear—I am cute and cuddly and huggable,

I am a donkey—stubborn and ornery to boot,

I am a monkey—curiosity and playfulness—I love to cause mischief,

I am a horse—galloping with her on my back—we are free together!

I am Snip.

Playing in the Snow

Another playful poem from several years ago.

Playing in the Snow:

I gallop through the snow,

I kick up my back heels in glee,

The sun shines down brightly,

I play in a wonderland of snow and ice,

The cold refreshes me—brings out my inner child,

I rear—I shake my head—tossing my mane from side to side,

My eyes shine with excitement—alive with a hunger for playful romping in the snow,

My hooves thud to the ground,

They send up a shower of snow,

I frolic,

I romp,

I run,

I play in the snow,

Who am I?

I am a horse—who loves to play in the snow!

Shadow

I’m a fanatic about horses as I get older. And so here’s a horse poem from several years ago.

Shadow:

Shadow in the night,

Shadow in the day,

Following you everywhere,

Always staying behind you,

So you will not see the horse that keeps following you,

Night and day.