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Parts Of A Horse
In this pilot blog, we will go through the equine anatomy and study the basic functions or roles of these parts. Head: The head of the horse is measured from the Muzzle to the Poll. The muzzle of a horse is a soft sensitive and fleshy muscle which includes the chin, lips and area of…
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A Few Feet Apart
The youth of the day presented me a young novice rider to see. A few feet apart he stands, the roots of fear and uncertainty etched through his lungs. A twig of sorts he extends, the nip of my muzzle a tiger’s bite. The dispersion of my interest greets, a variety of delectable treats. An…
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7 Years
-to all the racehorses brutally murdered in slaughterhouses A Life in circles, A Life in loops. on the 8th, The Sport of Kings, now realised an illusion of class. The bearer of dismay, the unassuming float. Greets the cold steel gates of Hades’s boat. The three at the gate, inadmissible? Whips, and blows throughout the…
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What do you need?
A 1000-pound machine. Preyed on by the clap of thunder. asks you from morn til noon. what do you need? A gift from Poseidon. Riddled by Zephyrus. asks you from morn till noon. What do you need? The Creators of Empires. A revolution and a peace offering. asks you from morn till noon What do…
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ILL Transmute
-to all the horses ruined through rolkur and soring. Deranged, a word I’d use. My legs incorporate refined condiments. My hoof an assortment of metal My dying gait, an enriched dance. Tis he thinks? The mad man brays. The souls he slays. Imprisoned in a cage of metals and oils Not a kind petal, an…
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Is He
An isolated fluid system A seat worthy of the kings A tremendous machine A symphony of hooves A half-filled cup A feeler A Doer A wave A Surge Is He And you, Nothing but.
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La Vicuaso
-To Victor The first one, a bother, nay an insult. The second handed us a soar. The rest, same. The last, We flew. Higher. Further. We rebelled the Earth, Hand in hand. A bit off a minute. An eternity too soon.
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The Dream
Sailing past the world down and back A constant blur of peace, of collection. But each isolated in its own real. The truest of bands under his bulk The wildest of winds riding the richest of manes The true embodiment of power and prestige. Together and without. He Rises. Awake.
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Vacato
-To Cadbury My neck, an arc of strength My hind, the very embodiment of power His legs, an incantation of the same. Our seat, a sync of destiny. His reins a reassurance of peace. Forward, Halt, Forward. remains same. The rest, a routine, well engaged. Us together, nowhere but now.
