Tag: Poetry

The Water of My Heart

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Feb.28, 2019: Written right after my dog, Bruce, and my cat, Blondie, died; I’ve always seen life as being “a half-full glass of water”, so for me to not see it that way really means how heartbroken I am, though now with the help of the horses I’m coming back to myself:

I am heartbroken,

The halves of my heart fall to the ground–their edges jagged,

They hit the ground shattering into many pieces,

My heart shattered–I am empty,

The glass of water is empty,

There is no half-full,

Where is the water that will make the glass full which will bring my heart halves into a whole one?

That water is missing.

The Truth

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The words were really flowing here. I wrote this several years ago.

The Truth:

Wild and free you set me free,

To show me the path to eternity!

Now you cast me out,

Yet you call me a layabout,

I show you the truth,

And you say I’m uncouth,

Yet I am the truth!

Tiger

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The tiger is my favorite of all the big cats, and considering it’s part of my website name, I figured I should have a poem about the tiger. So here it is. I just finished writing it.

Tiger:

Black and orange stripes slink through the jungle,

Tail twitches,

Claws feel the ground,

Yellow eyes sweep the jungle blackness round,

Who am I?

You don’t see me for my shroud of black and orange,

You don’t see me for the trees and bushes that protect me,

You don’t see me for my stealthiness–my paws make no sound as I pad across the ground,

You don’t see me for the sable of the night–I blend with it–the night and I become one,

But I see you,

You do not blend with my home–the jungle,

You push through the brush–snapping twigs as you go,

Your feet on the ground are a thunder to my ears,

Your figure stands out–seen with my eyes of the dark,

Who am I?

I am the tiger and I see you.

Eyes

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I think this was inspired by a fantasy book that I was reading at the time.

Eyes:

Black eyes look out from the forest’s shadowy depths,

They glow like hot embers,

They stalk my dreams,

Golden eyes come forth,

Protect me,

Thick white coat warm me,

Wrap around me,

Give me a toasty fire and hold me close.

Sunrise

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And yet another horse poem.

Sunrise:

The sunrise is near,

The sunrise is coming,

And with it a horse as bright and golden as the sunrise.

Who Am I?

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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

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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

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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

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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!