Johnny High Horse

FrasMac

Johnny High Horse

 

Here comes Johnny on his high horse

says he sees for miles, but I wonder

whether he’s a storm, or a spent force,

cold, depressing rain with no thunder.

 

Johnny has arguments with people,

rides off muttering his dudgeon,

whether on the street or under steeple

love is the victim of his bludgeon.

 

Oh, Johnny do you hear our hearts a’calling,

do you hear your angry words echo back?

One day from your high horse you’ll be falling

then who will bury you and your old hack?

 

Oh, Johnny don’t you ever stop to listen?

do you never see the pain you’re dishing out?

Don’t you see the offered hand, the tears that glisten?

Come on down off that horse, you’re missing out.

 

13/5/25

  • Author: FrasMac (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 9th, 2025 05:00
  • Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by a real person in real circumstances. We all know them!
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  • Views: 19
  • Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett
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  • arqios

    That was a really engaging read, FrasMac. Back in the day, Johnny came marching home again, hurrah! Hurrah! Nowadays it's Johnny High Horse, such a clear picture of pride getting in the way of love and connection. I like how the rhythm makes the warning feel almost like a song, while still holding out hope that Johnny might step down and listen. Thanks for sharing something so thoughtful and relatable 🙏🕊️

    • FrasMac

      You're welcome! And thank you for joining in!

    • sorenbarrett

      A fine poem about those to focused on their own fears and insecurities to be themselves and enjoy life. A poem of one trying to be what they are not but wish they were. No greater punishment than to live a life that is not yours. A fun read with great rhyme and good meter that carries the reader onward to the end. It tells its story well. A fave

    • Paul Bell

      Ah, Johnny come lately or not at all.
      Take his horse and Johnny no more.
      Sadly, we all know a Johnny and the mist passes by.

      • FrasMac

        Aye unfortunately we do! Thanks for commenting!



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