Wild, Wild Horses

On By Richmond Road

I was reading the response to a photo prompt From Fandango where he professes his inexhaustible love for his betrothed (I think that’s who he’s talking about, anyway) much in the manner that Mick Jagger did so many years ago. It’s important that you follow the link and read his poem before mine to embrace the sweet sincerity of his words.You’ll note that the original photo prompt is a little different to my own, also.

But I thought I might supply an alternative version – a sort of Yin to his Yang and a black to his white but providing, nonetheless, a vague sparkle of hope for those of us who, in the games of love, always finish somewhere outside the medals.

And I thought it time for me to be silly again. Sometimes I fall into the dark chasm of seriousness and have to drag myself back out. I think people like me more when I’m silly.

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Wild horses. A mule

And me such a fool

With a love that must gallop away

For I have no defence

When just over the fence

The stallions are cutting my hay

 

For I’m clumsy and plain

With a fading old mane

With big hooves that just get in the way

I’m lacking the pace

To compete in this race

So no more I’ll implore you to stay

 

It is pointless, of course

They’re all hung like a horse

Whatever they have, I have not

But my love please don’t worry

I’m not in a hurry

Once you’ve galloped perhaps we can trot

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P.S. you might also note Fandango’s warning about the possibility of reading his material on an illegal site – he is apparently the victim of some sort of intellectual property theft. There is no such chance of reading my stuff anywhere else. But if you do, let me know. I’d be thrilled!

15 thoughts on “Wild, Wild Horses”

      3. Oh no!! Don’t be sad! I was kidding! I think the disconnect is that I don’t see you as old! I see you as Brutus! Like, I perceive people energetically and the concept of judging someone for being older is lost on me! It’s hard to describe better! I hate it that I come across that way! You’re not old to me!! For another example, my dad IS old, but he’s still the same person! It’s energy! I love your energy! Sorry my joke wasn’t funny! It was meant more as a horse joke!! ❤

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      4. Meg. I too was being sarcastic. The fact is that I remain a virile sex-god, impervious to the cruel barbs of those who would try to dethrone me.
        It might be difficult (and possibly inappropriate) for you to likewise recognise your own father as a sex-god, but trust me, it is still in there somewhere.

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  5. I love horses and had the privilege of seeing them at my daughter’s ranch years ago.  My dad’s mother kept care of horses during the war for the army.

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