Many people have now requested that Mark Higgins’ poems be listed on our website. Mark has been writing poems for several years now and has been published. He is currently considering publishing his works in a new pocket book so watch this space!
NO REGRETS
A last twitch from that knowing ear, slowly I watch her fire disappear.
Our souls join together one last time then the spark is gone.
And still her spirit lives on, burning in the hearts of the ones that she shared her gift with.
They only need close their eyes and remember, to feel that power, the rush, in this she will never go.
Bruja was and still is unique but don’t we all feel this way about the things that touch our very core.
Bruja had character, strength, spirit and a willingness to teach us how to live.
I only felt this a few times, the oneness.
I know that I will feel that fire again.
Bruja tried to teach me so much and I feel that I learned so little from her, one thing I do know though is that I’ll never try to teach a horse how to be a horse.
NO REGRETS, we all make mistakes, it’s the way we learn and it’s the way we live.
I do miss that auld bag, funny eh?
RESPECT
WHAT IS YOUR QUESTION, is it, walk trot or gallop, ask me in the right way and I can give you all that you wish for.
If you demand, then all you will do is contort my body with pain and twist my nature into the ignorance and arrogance held in your own mind.
When asked properly, I would crawl on my knees for you, I’d break my back if you wanted, I would give up my life for you, and all I ask in return is for a warm bed, some food, a kind word and love from every touch from your hand.
To think or whisper the language I know, which is so complex to some people, but so simple for others to understand for they know what can be achieved with kindness and love.
Speak softly the words that I know and I’ll give you the key’s to heaven, shout and all of hell’s demon’s will follow you forever or until you learn to listen and ask in the right way.
I am the wind,
I am life’s force,
I am a part of you,
and will be forever.
THE EMPTY STABLE
An empty stable is all we see through the tears.
No comfort found there for the passing of an old friend.
The bond has been broken
In Nature’s way a tragic play of life and death, love and loss.
We know we have done what was right
But still it sits on us with its crushing weight.
Time will heal the wound in our soul
But our heart will always be broken when
We think of our old friend.
In memory of Piper.
BEEN IT, SEEN IT, DONE IT
A Poem From Old Wise Horses
Been it, Seen it, Done it,
The old mares would say,
As they watched the youngsters frolic and play.
Old now, but young at heart,
In each other’s company,
Never to part,
Until the time that greets us all,
When even warriors have to fall.
And to that place we all shall run,
Peace at last,
All battles won.
Been it, Seen it, Done it,
Nothing more needs said
Home
Cold morning air on my face, good to feel life’s breath flowing through me,
Then I am gone, flying across the earth, bathing in the morning sun as we dance together,
No care or fear, just joy for the moment, blending as one, our movements a ballet of nature’s making.
The herd settles, a mist covers our tracks and the sun watches over us as we graze,
Content with it’s warmth on our back
Horses surround me,
I am home
WHISPERS
Mountian high, prairie wide, our lands are gone now, no place to hide.
Our life with man, a tenuous link, a beast of burden no right to think.
But still they come down through the years, their gentle touch to ease our fears.
They are the ones who know the way, their selfless hearts are why we stay.
And when I’m asked what did they say, I simply whisper then walk away.
AS ONE
He has an honest eye I heard them say, and to their lives I’ve come to stay.
To bring them joy my only wish and in return a simple kiss.
Into our worlds we both have come and when we touch we act as one.
Until we part at each days end and till tommorrow to see our friend, our bond is set we breath as one a happy future a life as one.
BROGAN
Flaxen mane and tail, with liver chestnut hair, we think, breath and move as one, without a single care.
This bond we have, unbreakable, it’s there for all to see. The lightest touch a whispered word, we move so soft and free.
Our journey moves from year to year, it seems to have no end, and still it’s fresh and wonderful to share it with my friend.
Adventures saught I dream awake and not a word is spoken, for there are none that I could speak to show my love for Brogan.
SOULMATE
Trust your heart and I will carry you all the days of your life.
For we are one, a friendship forged with trust and love, respect and honour.
No words need said just a soft touch or a simple carress. This is our language.
We will never part, even when our bodies leave, our spirit soars as one, this life will never end for our bond is eternal.
NIGHT AND DAY
I am lost for now,
Spirit gone,
Extinguished by fear,
No compasion behind those eyes,
Souless orbs bruning into me,
Taking my freedom with every glance.
Sold,
A word of dread for all our kind,
Moved along like a leaf in an Autumn storm.
I know not this for I have now found.
A gentle touch,
A kind word to greet my every morning,
Live and love behind the eye that holds me now.
My spirit safe,
The life I lost brought to me again.
I will give my all to you for only you know the secret words of the heart.
NOTES FOR A NEW OWNER
Quiet my heart for I am lost.
Ease my soul from this darkened place.
Take my spirit from the pain I know,
Give back all that has been taken from me.
All I ask is for you to hear,
The voice that connects my soul to yours.
Gentle in its tone, soft in its touch,
Spoken the correct way we can achieve so much.
We go on from here.
BREATH OF LIFE
Wind carry me on my way, breathe your life into me.
Never far away each day, whispering in the trees.
Cool my body as I gallop through the wild summer grass,
moving me ever forward until tommorow’s end.
As we dance throughout time,
Drawing ever on, both our spirits free, never to be tamed.
We are born in nature, free spirits wild as a storm,
Gentle as a summer’s breeze, wind follow my heart.
WILD HEART
You will never tame my heart,
No matter what you say or shout
We will always be apart.
You can tie me up or time me down,
And beat me to a pulp, I will fight you till my dying breath,
Where there is no air to gulp.
You will never understand me with those cruel eye’s of yours.
For you are blind to me and this will be your curse.
My language not of angry words or fist, so subtle you can’t see.
That whispered word or softest touch, this is the very key.
And so I will leave you now,
Inside your deepest darkest heart,
And wish someday to find that soul from whom I will never part.
HOPE DREAMER
I’ve lost all my fire, my spirit’s gone black,
And I long for that day that the light will come back.
We’ve seen the dark times and lost all our hope,
Promises broken at the end of a rope.
And still I hold on to a dream that’s inside,
for a world full of light and no reasons to hide.
And so with that thought still fresh in my mind,
I hear a soft voice to tender and kind.
For this is the light I have dreamed of so long,
To bathe in it’s beauty, so gentle and warm.
Hold onto your dreams or they will never come true,
And look for the light that brings hope back to you.
SPRING
Wind dance with me as I play through the fileds,
So lost in the life of my youth.
I gallop and buck through the trees have to duck,
My muscles so liwuid and loose.
With the sun on my back and the wind on my tail,
It pushes me onwards so fast.
With a flick and a buck and another for luck,
I wish only for this day to last.
And so at days end when I meet with my friend,
We greet each other with glee.
Wtih a life full of love sent from heaven above,
Our bond so loving and free.
HORSES NEVER DIE
Horses never die or so I think a while or two,
and if you care to listen I’ll pass those thoughts to you.
I’ve seen many horses pass through my life,
Some come happy others in strife.
And to them all I try to bring a softness to their lives,
No harsh words to be spoken or tongues that cut like knives.
They all have different characters, but I treat them all the same.
The one’s who’ve come from troubled pasts that simply arn’t to blame.
And when its time for them to pass to that world yet to be,
I simply try to honour them and set their spirits free.
And when their gone its never far, their always here with me,
for I have all those memories and keep them close you see.
So do horses ever die?
Not for me.
NUMBERS
All I want is to be with you as one not two.
As two we are seperate, chalk and cheese,
You kick and fight I take to flight
But that’s a nother negative, you cuss and scream, pull and drive
Your every move my next surprise.
We walk two seperate paths as two,
each searching for the one but never starting there.
As one our every moment or movement a ballet of our souls,
energies blend,
we both transend
searching ever deeper through that soft core
to walk a single path ever more.
as one.
How touching every word is so true.
Hi,
I loved all of the above poems, they really touched my heart as i have loved and lost many horses before.