[Thelastsilhouette]

Generation: 1

Username: Amery
Show Name: Mischief Maker
Barn Name: Quintin
Gender: Stallion
Eye Color: Indigo
Personality: Quintin is characterized as a quiet horse, wise beyond his years. His intelligence makes him a great horse for most anything. He loves swimming with his rider and absolutely loves pulling things to show off his strength. He is a rather clingy horse and hates to see his rider with another horse. His coat typically always stays clean and if it isn't then Quintin will run through the sprinklers when they're on near the house. He's a pretty playful horse when he is around his rider or others he trusts but when he is around other horses he likes to act like the king and pretty much runs the barn. He is an excellent show horse and loves being swooned over. His coat alone draws people in and his Indigo eyes keep them interested. He loves trotting through trails especially on mountainsides but he's not a huge fan of the beach because of all the sand but he can't deny he loves racing through the waves near the beach. Quintin absolutely loves sweets and oddly enough, lava lamps. He has two lava lamps that sit on either side sitting inside his stall door. He is spoiled rotten and has grown a taste for chocolate milkshakes. Although Quintin likes to pretend he is all that in a bag of sugar cubes, in reality he's quite the childish little sweetheart if he's willing to admit it. He absolutely loves butterflies and when he thinks nobody is watching he can be seen chasing them around the open fields.
Height: 17.3 hh

[Night Elf]

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Username: Night Elf
Show Name: Crispy Bacon
Barn Name: Bacon
Gender: Mare
Eye Color: Indigo
Personality: She is very loving and very energetic and will never step down from a competition and is very competitive. She is also very nice but when is in a competition she is in it to win it and can be slightly rude about it. She will also step up for anyone who is in trouble and being bullied!
Height: 17.3 hh
Halter Color: Same as eye color pls
Poem: Roses are red, violets are blue, I like your horses, how about you?
By: Night Elf

[Yodel]

Username: misswarrior123
Show Name: Stoking an Invisible Flame
Barn Name: Cheryl
Gender: Mare
Eye Color: Indigo
Personality: Kind|Easily Ticked Off|Odd|Adventurous|Outgoing|Lovable|Good Listener|Energetic|Party Animal|Dependable|Hopeful. Cheryl is a very lovable gypsy, and likes to express herself differently than most. She will never turn down a good adventure with her buddies, who she will always put before herself. Cheryl is very dependable, because she is good at keeping your secrets, will always be there for you, is always on time, and never forgets a thing! So after promising something, have fun trying to go back on your word! That brings us to her bad side, although she may seem like a really good friend, kind, maybe even a push over, but you don't want to get on her bad side, let's just say she can be a total *female dog* and she will do anything in her power to make you mad, or have a bad day. Bad that's only if you're on her bad side, so... I wouldn't suggest going there. Though she may look like she likes you, sometimes, that can be wrong, and she secretly hates you, but that can be just as bad.
Height: 17.3 hh
Halter Color: Surprise me ^^
Poem: Haiku Poem:

Cheryl's True Form
Lovable She Seems
Though Inside, Her True Form Hides
So Beware Of Her

Author: misswarrior123

What is a Haiku Poem?

A Haiku poem consists of three lines, with the first and last line having 5 moras, and the middle line having 7. A mora is a sound unit, much like a syllable, but is not identical to it. Since the moras do not translate well into English, it has been adapted and syllables are used as moras.

Oml... Sil.. Your skillz are just. .

[Mystic Magii]

Username: Mystic Magii
Show Name: Cherry Blossoms
Barn Name: Cherr
Gender: mare
Eye Color: Indigo
Personality: Cherr is a very quite horse on the outside, but an outgoing, happy person on the inside. De is shy around new people, but fun around her family!
Height: 17.3 hh
Halter : Indigo please
Poem:Our New Horse
The boys had come back from the races
All silent and down on their luck;
They'd backed 'em, straight out and for places,
But never a winner they's struck.
They lost their good money on Slogan,
And fell most uncommonly flat
When Partner, the pride of the Bogan,
Was beaten by Aristocrat.
And one said, "I move that instanter
We sell out our horses and quit;
The brutes ought to win in a canter,
Such trials they do when they're fit.
The last one they ran was a snorter --
A gallop to gladden one's heart --
Two-twelve for a mile and a quarter,
And finished as straight as a dart.

"And then when I think that they're ready
To win me a nice little swag,
They are licked like the veriest neddy --
They're licked from the fall of the flag.
The mare held her own to the stable,
She died out to nothing at that,
And Partner he never seemed able
To pace with the Aristocrat.

"And times have been bad, and the seasons
Don't promise to be of the best;
In short, boys, there's plenty of reasons
For giving the racing a rest.
The mare can be kept on the station --
Her breeding is good as can be --
But Partner, his next destination
Is rather a trouble to me.

"We can't sell him here, for they know him
As well as the clerk of the course;
He's raced and won races till, blow him,
He's done as a handicap horse.
A jady, uncertain performer,
They weight him right out of the hunt,
And clap it on warmer and warmer
Whenever he gets near the front.

"It's no use to paint him or dot him
Or put any fake on his brand,
For bushmen are smart, and they'd spot him
In any sale-yard in the land.
The folk about here could all tell him,
Could swear to each separate hair;
Let us send him to Sydney and sell him,
There's plenty of Jugginses there.

"We'll call him a maiden, and treat 'em
To trials will open their eyes;
We'll run their best horses and beat 'em,
And then won't they think him a prize.
I pity the fellow that buys him,
He'll find in a very short space,
No matter how highly he tries him,
The beggar won't race in a race."

* * * * *

Next week, under "Seller and Buyer",
Appeared in the Daily Gazette:
"A racehorse for sale, and a flyer;
Has never been started as yet;
A trial will show what his pace is;
The buyer can get him in light,
And win all the handicap races.
Apply before Saturday night."

He sold for a hundred and thirty,
Because of a gallop he had
One morning with Bluefish and Bertie.
And donkey-licked both of 'em bad.
And when the old horse had departed,
The life on the station grew tame;
The race-track was dull and deserted,
The boys had gone back on the game.

* * * * *

The winter rolled by, and the station
Was green with the garland of Spring;
A spirit of glad exultation
Awoke in each animate thing;
And all the old love, the old longing,
Broke out in the breasts of the boys --
The visions of racing came thronging
With all its delirious joys.

The rushing of floods in their courses,
The rattle of rain on the roofs,
Recalled the fierce rush of the horses,
The thunder of galloping hoofs.
And soon one broke out: "I can suffer
No longer the life of a slug;
The man that don't race is a duffer,
Let's have one more run for the mug.

"Why, everything races, no matter
Whatever its method may be:
The waterfowl hold a regatta;
The possums run heats up a tree;
The emus are constantly sprinting
A handicap out on the plain;
It seems that all nature is hinting
'Tis ime to be at it again.

"The cockatoo parrots are talking
Of races to far-away lands;
The native companions are walking
A go-as-you-please on the sands;
The little foals gallop for pastime;
The wallabies race down the gap;
Let's try it once more for the last time --
Bring out the old jacket and cap.

"And now for a horse; we might try one
Of those that are bred on the place.
But I fancy it's better to buy one,
A horse that has proved he can race.
Let us send down to Sydney to Skinner,
A thorough good judge who can ride,
And ask him to buy us a spinner
To clean out the whole country-side."

They wrote him a letter as follows:
"we want you to buy us a horse;
He must have the speed to catch swallows,
And stamina with it, of course.
The price ain't a thing that'll grieve us,
It's getting a bad un annoys
The undersigned blokes, and believe us,
We're yours to a cinder, 'the boys'."

He answered: "I've bought you a hummer,
A horse that has never been raced;
I saw him run over the Drummer,
He held him outclassed and outpaced.
His breeding's not known, but they state he
Is born of a thoroughbred strain.
I've paid them a hundred and eighty,
And started the horse in the train."

They met him -- alas, that these verses
Aren't up to their subject's demands,
Can't set forth thier eloquent curses --
For Partner was back in their hands.
They went in to meet him with gladness
They opened his box with delight --
A silent procession of sadness
They crept to the station at night.

And life has grown dull on the station,
The boys are all silent and slow;
Their work is a daily vexation,
And sport is unknown to them now.
Whenever they think how they stranded,
They squeal just as guinea-pigs squeal;
They'd bit their own hook, and were landed
With fifty pounds loss on the deal.

by Banjo Paterson

All rights to te author

[ghost queen.]

Username: ghost queen.
Show Name: alexithymia
Barn Name: xithy
Gender: mare
Eye Color: Indigo
Personality: can't express her own emotions and tends to keep things to herself in hopes of not burdening others
Height: 17.3 hh
Halter Color: something grey based?
Poem:

her skin seemed like the softest thing,
much like the feathers of a birds wing.

i tried to hold her tight,
but all she would do was fight.

i lost her that day,
to the sea at the bay.

all i wish is for her to come back
before i fall apart with a crack.

[whimsyy]

Username: Amery
Show Name: Mischief Maker
Barn Name: Quintin
Gender: Stallion
Eye Color: Indigo
Personality: Quintin is characterized as a quiet horse, wise beyond his years. His intelligence makes him a great horse for most anything. He loves swimming with his rider and absolutely loves pulling things to show off his strength. He is a rather clingy horse and hates to see his rider with another horse. His coat typically always stays clean and if it isn't then Quintin will run through the sprinklers when they're on near the house. He's a pretty playful horse when he is around his rider or others he trusts but when he is around other horses he likes to act like the king and pretty much runs the barn. He is an excellent show horse and loves being swooned over. His coat alone draws people in and his Indigo eyes keep them interested. He loves trotting through trails especially on mountainsides but he's not a huge fan of the beach because of all the sand but he can't deny he loves racing through the waves near the beach. Quintin absolutely loves sweets and oddly enough, lava lamps. He has two lava lamps that sit on either side sitting inside his stall door. He is spoiled rotten and has grown a taste for chocolate milkshakes. Although Quintin likes to pretend he is all that in a bag of sugar cubes, in reality he's quite the childish little sweetheart if he's willing to admit it. He absolutely loves butterflies and when he thinks nobody is watching he can be seen chasing them around the open fields.
Height: 17.3 hh
Halter Color: Indigo (same as his eyes)
Poem: Spoken as if to Quintin ♥
The place the hooves hit the ground,
Something special there was found.

A sea of manes could not compare,
To horse and rider filled with care.

Though the journeys could be long,
Nothing ever could be wrong.

The wolves that hid among the brush,
Could often cause a horse to rush.

But horse with rider always there,
Would never care to take the dare.

A bond of steel that all could see,
Was formed between you and me.

[legendari]

Username: Legendari
Show Name: Dauntless Dreams
Barn Name: Candidus
Gender: Stallion
Eye Color: Indigo
Personality: Candidus is a reckless, daring stallion. He's not afraid to go against societal norms - not at all. He's a sort of maverick: He'd rather be his own herd than follow anyone else - after all, the individual goes farther than those who stick with the crowd, right? His uniqueness sets him apart from others. When other horses were too weak to take the challenge Candidus was the one that accepted it without blinking - and it was followed through with brilliant success. He's generally well liked by everyone, because despite his unique character, he still cracks hilarious jokes. He tells wonderful stories and tall tales to young foals [though most are exaggerated to a certain extent], which they all love and eagerly listen to. Overall, he's a unique individual not afraid to go against societal expectations.
Height: 17.3 hh
Halter Color: Indigo
Poem: a poem criticizing the education system by which we follow today. long story short, it sucks [the education system we have in place], for lack of a better word.
enjoy.

here in america, they set standards for everything, with things you're supposed to teach us by the end of the semester.
but the greatest lessons we will ever learn do not come from your plans.
the greatest lessons we will ever learn you do not recall.
somewhere, there is a child at a computer reading the the KKK's website, but he will have never read harper lee's TKAM [to kill a mockingbird] because the school has banned it for use of the 'n' word.
there is a child, clutching a piece of paper with a mere letter on it.
yet that letter can brand that child as a failure or as a success.
one or the other.
"hello, my name is 'F.' my name is a fail. I am a fail." it screams.

we were taught it is better to hold your tongue than to make them feel uncomfortable.
the commands they program into your head:
walk slowly, keep your mouth shut
keep your hands to yourself and your head down,
keep your eyes on your own paper--
only you fail.
the teacher never does.
and slowly, these commands, programmed into your head, slowly chipping away at your voice, your thoughtfulness, your ability to reason, to think, your humanity.
and all that's left is a stone-cold, pre-programmed robot.
surely that robot is doomed to follow the program, with nothing for itself.

aa the end! thank you <3

[Thelastsilhouette]

I noticed that some poems have been copied from actual authors. Guys, I would like you to come up with the poems yourself

[ghost queen.]

ahh sorry sil! i edited mine ^^

[whimsyy]

I noticed that some poems have been copied from actual authors. Guys, I would like you to come up with the poems yourself

Oh boy, this'll take some work! c: