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Post by likyalips on Feb 6, 2006 12:23:47 GMT 1
im in TEARS thank you all these poems really made me happy thank you so much thank you x
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Post by mandal on Feb 6, 2006 23:42:50 GMT 1
Thanks peaches
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Post by chriscrogul on Feb 19, 2006 22:21:48 GMT 1
Gemima 19.05.83 - 10.11.02
Somewhere, somewhere in time's own space, there must be some sweet pasture place where creeks sing on and tall trees grow, some Paradise where horses go. For by the love that guides my pen I know that great horses live again.
I don't know the author!
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Post by Steff on Mar 11, 2006 21:57:24 GMT 1
Look you've made me cry now. Thankyou for the beautiful poems. They realy do help with the loss.
RIP TARA xxx
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Post by americanpie on Apr 9, 2006 9:41:43 GMT 1
all those poems are beautiful. now i know that one day i wil be with my best friends, someday. RIP jp xxx
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Post by MaeveJones on Apr 18, 2006 13:25:23 GMT 1
"Do not Stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow; I am the sun that you see glow.
I am the birds in circled flight; I am the moon that shines so bright.
I am the twinkle in the sky at night; I am the rain that falls so light.
I am the gentle autumn breeze; I am the one, who now is free.
Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die." -------------------------------------- [shadow=red,left,300][/shadow]We luv u Lynz; We'l miss u 4eva
*we're all afraid of the sea now bbz*
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Post by yvette on Jun 16, 2006 13:38:32 GMT 1
If Tomorrow Starts without me.
If Tomorrow starts without me, And I’m not there to see, If the sun should rise and find your eyes All filled with tears for me; I wish so much you wouldn’t cry The way you did today, While thinking of the many Things we didn’t get to say. I know how much you love me, As much as I love you, And each time that you think of me, I know you’ll miss me too. But if tomorrow starts without me, Please try to understand That an angel came and called my name, And took me by the hand. He said my place was ready, In heaven far above, And that I would have to leave behind All those I dearly love. But as I turned to walk away, A tear fell from my eye For all my life I’d always thought, I didn’t want to die. I had so much to live for, So much left yet to do. It seemed almost impossible, That I was leaving you. I thought of the yesterdays, The good ones and the bad, I thought of the love we shared, And all the fun we had. If I could relive yesterday, Just even for a while, I’d say goodbye and kiss you And maybe see you smile. But then I fully realized, That this could never be, For emptiness and memories, Would take the place of me. And when I thought of worldly things, I might miss come tomorrow, I thought of you and when I did, My heart was filled with sorrow. But when I walked through heaven’ gates, I felt so much at home, When god looked down and smiled at me, From his great golden throne, He said, “This is eternity, And all I promised you.” Today your life on earth is passed, But here life starts anew. I promise no tomorrow, But today will always last. And since each day the same, They’re no longing for the past. You have been so faithful, So trusting and so true. Though there were times You did some things You knew you shouldn’t do. But you have been forgiven And now at last you’re free. So won’t you come and take my hand And share my life with me? So if tomorrow starts without me, Don’t think were far apart. For every time you think of me, I’m right here in your heart.
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Post by jennyf on Jul 25, 2006 10:26:13 GMT 1
I saw this in a magazine and thought I'd like to share it. I'm not sure who wrote it, but thanks to the author.
If tears could build a staircase, and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven, and bring you home again.
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Post by nicxf on Jul 25, 2006 14:16:10 GMT 1
Some beautiful poems. I came across this one; three short lines which (I think anyway) show a beatiful glimpse into the relationship we can share with a horse. The White Horse The youth walks up to the white horse, to put its halter on and the horse looks at him in silence. They are so silent, they are in another world. DH Lawrence
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Post by theoldgreymare on Jul 25, 2006 15:24:18 GMT 1
I was inspired to write this when my friend had her 38 year old horse put down last month.
My Horse with Angel-wings.
I only lent him for a while, in the greater scheme of things, He’s now like Pegasus to me, my horse with Angel-wings. I know you think of him and grieve, with heart so full of pain, But I only lent him for a while and he’s home with me again. My creatures have a special place, it’s hard to let them go, But when I saw your kindly face, I knew it would be so – You would love him, caress him and treat him so well, I carefully chose him for you, and you for him, can’t you tell? You spent many a year and never once did complain Though it was not always easy, your love never waned. You both gave happiness, companionship, joy so sublime So much so that sometimes you forgot he was mine. Those years took their toll and when the time was right, I knew I had to take him back – his was a fading light. He did not suffer in the end, thanks to your tender, loving care. And when you come to heaven, pop in and see him where He’s out in meadows full of grass – with friends he’s frolicking, I only lent him for a while, my Horse with Angel-wings.
The Old Grey Mare
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Post by jinglejoys on Aug 10, 2006 7:53:42 GMT 1
Got this off the Mule Skinners Forum
God Jumps by Lauren Davis Baker
God gives us horses and compels some of us to love them. Yet why does the horse, an animal with such a big heart, live such a short life? Perhaps it's because if our horses lived any longer, we wouldn't be able to bear losing them. Or, perhaps it's because God wants to jump.
Perhaps God looks down on the fine horses we raise and decides when it's His turn to ride. He gives us a few good years to care for and learn from them, but when the time is right, it's up to us to see them off gracefully.
O.K., perhaps not gracefully. Blowing into a Kleenex is rarely graceful. But we can be grateful.
To have a horse in your life is a gift. In the matter of a few short years, a horse can teach a girl courage, if she chooses to grab mane and hang on for dear life. Even the smallest of ponies is mightier than the tallest of girls. To conquer the fear of falling off, having one's toes crushed, or being publicly humiliated at a horse show is an admirable feat for any child. For that, we can be grateful.
Horses teach us responsibility. Unlike a bicycle-or a computer-a horse needs regular care and most of it requires that you get dirty and smelly and up off the couch. Choosing to leave your cozy kitchen to break the crust of ice off the water buckets is to choose responsibility. When our horses dip their noses and drink heartily, we know we've made the right choice.
Learning to care for a horse is both an art and a science. Some are easy keepers, requiring little more than regular turn-out, a flake of hay, and a trough of clean water. Others will test you-you'll struggle to keep them from being too fat or too thin. You'll have their feet shod regularly only to find shoes gone missing. Some are so accident-prone you'll swear they're intentionally finding new ways to injure themselves.
If you weren't raised with horses, you can't know that they have unique personalities. You'd expect this from dogs, but horses? Indeed, there are clever horses, grumpy horses, and even horses with a sense of humor. Those prone to humor will test you by finding new ways to escape from the barn when you least expect it. I found one of ours on the front porch one morning, eating the cornstalks I'd carefully arranged as Halloween decorations.
Horses can be timid or brave, lazy or athletic, obstinate or willing. You will hit it off with some horses and others will elude you altogether. There are as many "types" of horses as there are people-which makes the whole partnership thing all the more interesting.
If you've never ridden a horse, you probably assume it's a simple thing you can learn in a weekend. You can, in fact, learn the basics on a Sunday-but to truly ride well takes a lifetime. Working with a living being is far more complex than turning a key in the ignition and putting the car in "drive."
In addition to listening to your instructor, your horse will have a few things to say to you as well. On a good day, he'll be happy to go along with the program and tolerate your mistakes; on a bad day, you'll swear he's trying to kill you. Perhaps he's naughty or perhaps he's fed up with how slowly you're learning his language. Regardless, the horse will have an opinion. He may choose to challenge you (which can ultimately make you a better rider) or he may carefully carry you over fences...if it suits him. It all depends on the partnership - and partnership is what it's all about.
If you face your fears, swallow your pride, and are willing to work at it, you'll learn lessons in courage, commitment, and compassion in addition to basic survival skills. You'll discover just how hard you're willing to work toward a goal, how little you know, and how much you have to learn. And, while some people think the horse "does all the work", you'll be challenged physically as well as mentally. Your horse may humble you completely. Or, you may find that sitting on his back is the closest you'll get to heaven.
You can choose to intimidate your horse, but do you really want to? The results may come more quickly but will your work ever be as graceful as that gained through trust? The best partners choose to listen, as well as to tell. When it works, we experience a sweet sense of accomplishment brought about by smarts, hard work, and mutual understanding between horse and rider. These are the days when you know with absolute certainty that your horse is enjoying his work.
If we make it to adulthood with horses still in our lives, most of us have to squeeze riding into our oversaturated schedules; balancing our need for things equine with those of our households and employers. There is never enough time to ride, or to ride as well as we'd like. Hours in the barn are stolen pleasures.
If it is in your blood to love horses, you share your life with them. Our horses know our secrets; we braid our tears into their manes and whisper our hopes into their ears. A barn is a sanctuary in an unsettled world, a sheltered place where life's true priorities are clear: a warm place to sleep, someone who loves us, and the luxury of regular meals. Some of us need these reminders.
When you step back, it's not just about horses-it's about love, life, and learning. On any given day, a friend is celebrating the birth of a foal, a blue ribbon, or recovery from an illness. That same day, there is also loss: a broken limb, a case of colic, a decision to sustain a life or end it gently. As horse people, we share the accelerated life cycle of horses: the hurried rush of life, love, loss, and death that caring for these animals brings us. When our partners pass, it is more than a moment of sorrow.
We mark our loss with words of gratitude for the ways our lives have been blessed. Our memories are of joy, awe, and wonder. Absolute union. We honor our horses for their brave hearts, courage, and willingness to give.
To those outside our circle, it must seem strange. To see us in our muddy boots, who would guess such poetry lives in our hearts? We celebrate our companions with praise worthy of heroes. Indeed, horses have the hearts of warriors and often carry us into and out of fields of battle.
Listen to stories of that once-in-a-lifetime horse; of journeys made and challenges met. The best of horses rise to the challenges we set before them, asking little in return.
Those who know them understand how fully a horse can hold a human heart. Together, we share the pain of sudden loss and the lingering taste of long-term illness. We shoulder the burden of deciding when or whether to end the life of a true companion.
In the end, we're not certain if God entrusts us to our horses or our horses to us. Does it matter? We're grateful God loaned us the horse in the first place. And so we pray:
'' Dear God, After You've enjoyed a bit of jumping, please give our fine horses the best of care. And, if it's not too much, might we have at least one more good gallop when we meet again?
Amen'' __________________
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Post by lynette on Aug 10, 2006 10:56:42 GMT 1
Justin my sympathy to you and your family. I always loved reading the stories that Nikki told of her life with you and the horses and you could tell she loved it there. I first heard this poem when I was at my Uncle's funeral stood underneath a large oaktree with the wind rusterling through the leaves
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep
! am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there. I did not die
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2006 18:39:30 GMT 1
The Dog Angel
High up in the courts of Heaven today A little dog angel waits; With the other angels he will not play But sits alone at the gates. “I know that my master will come, says he And when he comes he will call for me.”
He sees the spirits that pass him by As they hasten toward the throne; And he watches them with a wistful eye As he sits at the gates alone. “I know that if I just wait patiently Some day my master will come,” says he.
And his master, far on the earth below, As he sits in his easy chair, Forgets sometimes and he whistles low For that dog that isn’t there. And the little dog angel cocks he ears And dreams that his master’s call he hears.
I know when at last his master waits Outside in the dark and cold, For the hand of Death to open the gates That lead to those courts of gold, The little dog angel’s eager bark Will comfort his soul in the shivering dark.
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Post by kaleigh on Sept 11, 2006 23:53:38 GMT 1
such beautiful poems
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Post by vickybodie on Oct 22, 2006 15:32:25 GMT 1
all these poems are lovely and they bring tears to my eyes this is one i remember from my childhood and also made me cry
auther unknown
He stands alone beside the gate for hours and hours he'll stand and wait for someone who will never come whats his crime what has he done
The feild is bare the is no keep to fill his belly so he can sleep his bones show through his shabby coat a whinny starts deep in his throut his cry hangs on the cold still air when will they come why dont they care
for he is one so many of a kind so often in a feild youll find forgotten now the winters here how many of them will die this year
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