Sunday, November 6, 2011

The Gelding

I can recollect laying down crescents of iron
To collect my bounty of a filly in heat
Equestrian mercenary put out to pleasure
I made my salary of hindquarter meat

But my calling in life was to spill into battle
So I trusted the process and trudged through the days
They turned me into a warhorse with surgery
They took my studhood completely away
And I left those hot pursuits happily behind,
For the perfect pastures of an unbridled mind.

And now I can canter with scarcely a care
To god’s own mongolia or I don’t know where
To breathe in the bodiless elysian air
And hopefully fall in with a healthier mare

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22 comments:

  1. Jenny WoolfNovember 6, 2011 at 1:16 AM

    Good poem. I like "the perfect pastures of an unbridled mind"

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  2. sybil lawNovember 6, 2011 at 10:21 AM

    Love it.
    I used to show horses, so I doubly love it.
    Stud.

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  3. Generally DisgruntledNovember 6, 2011 at 10:27 AM

    Melancholy, yet hopeful. Keep up the good work. I love reading your poems

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  4. AnonymousNovember 6, 2011 at 10:30 AM

    /liked

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  5. JJNovember 6, 2011 at 7:09 PM

    makes me sad only cause its beautiful :p

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  6. TeddiNovember 6, 2011 at 9:36 PM

    how free you must feel, no longer weighted with iron, for is there a value for an unbridled mind? onward to the next mare, preferably healthy.

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  7. AnonymousNovember 6, 2011 at 10:44 PM

    Nice poem. (:

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  8. Crystal PistolNovember 9, 2011 at 8:11 PM

    I hope you fall in with a healthier mare too. And hopefully one that appreciates your talent. You can really write, man.

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  9. ewelina....:*November 11, 2011 at 2:42 AM

    Very good blog ;D

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  10. Poppy MiauNovember 11, 2011 at 7:24 AM

    thanx :3
    not follow me.

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  11. AlbaNovember 11, 2011 at 7:52 AM

    Thank you for your comment, you are really nice ;)

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  12. Punk ChopsticksNovember 12, 2011 at 8:16 PM

    LOVE THIS! But I won't lie when I say that at first I couldn't tell if this was about horses, wars or if my mind should just jump in the gutter xD

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  13. --November 12, 2011 at 9:03 PM

    I found your blog on Dianne's lovely poetry site and couldn't resist taking a peek :) Your poems are wonderful and the rhymes are outstanding!

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  14. dianneNovember 12, 2011 at 11:47 PM

    Such an imaginative and visual poem, great writing and rhyming Elliot.
    I think I should like to 'breathe in the bodiless elysian air', paradise, or so Homer thought.
    xoxoxo ♡

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  15. ArtNovember 13, 2011 at 3:12 AM

    Thank you for your comment!
    The poem is amazing, i love it!

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  16. Bill RighteousNovember 13, 2011 at 1:22 PM

    superb post! great poem.

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  17. AnonymousNovember 13, 2011 at 1:36 PM

    That is excellent.

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  18. AguiLeonNovember 13, 2011 at 2:58 PM

    good poem my friend



    2Peeeps Health and Fitness

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  19. Covnitkepr1November 13, 2011 at 5:34 PM

    Thanks for the visit and the follow. I'm following in kind just as soon as I can get your follow wedgit to work.

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  20. Paul TobinNovember 14, 2011 at 10:03 AM

    I like the poem, there are some good lines in it, I especially like "Crescents of iron".

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  21. AnonymousNovember 15, 2011 at 1:14 AM

    So you were castrated and sent off to war. Such is the fate of to many men.

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  22. anonblogNovember 21, 2011 at 7:04 AM

    hey buddy, nice post (:

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