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Details | Free verse | |

SPIRIT RIDER

Alone figure stands, 
On sunsets rock.
Summers hot breezes brush,
Against bare skins flesh.
Stalking the ageless path.
Behold histories Indian brave, 
Man, and horse intertwined.
Symbiotic beings joined,
They are one.
The spirit rider gallops, 
Across freedoms trail.
Cautiously, allying arrow unto bow,
Aiming swiftly his shot to kill.
Guardian’s raging bull charges,
Forward.
Protectors sacrifice, blood mingles,
Amongst dust clouds aftermath, 
His majesty lies slain.
Dark brown eyes close, 
Glimpsing blue sky for the,
Last time.
Heavens prairies, welcome destiny's,
Honorable foe,
The hunter kneels beside the giant's,
Stilled heart,
Giving thanks, singing chants rise,
Ascending heights greener, 
Pastures unto a higher plain.
It echoes in valleys deep,
Touching the lands of his,
 Fore fathers.
Tonight beneath flames tribal fires,
Rhythms beating drums, gives praise,
Many shall celebrate, feasting,
 In memories tribute,

  BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Lewis And Clark

They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,
Her name was Sacagawea.
On an expedition they did embark
Finding the passage to the sea.

Down the Missouri they traveled, 
Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend.
Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled;
At the Columbia River they'd end. 



©2013 Honestly JT


Details | Haiku | |

Wind Horse

Wind Horse ©


running free, wild, brave
tail streaming high in the wind
hoof pounding the earth

horses turn their haunch
to show their scorn for the storm 
and nature’s tantrum

allows man to think
he can command elegance
and tame the wild heart

Trisha Sugarek


Details | Ode | |

Free as the wind Ode to native American Indians

Oh how I wish
I could set free
the native American Indian
with pride and dignity
taking them back
across the great open plains
to their sacred home
in the lush green vallies
where buffalo are plentiful
and roam
so the Indians can live in peace
one with nature once more
where the eagles soar
setting them free as the wind
wild untameable as a magnificent stallion
running toward the setting sun.





Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


Details | Free verse | |

Rainbow Waves

Rainbow waves 
Churning towards the shore 
Like horses, 
Their windswept manes 
Dancing 
Through the colors 
Of the spectrum


Details | Lyric | |

The Big Dipper

A heavy horse looks like a rock
the horse stands completely still in the darkness
with open eyes
one starry night
the horse seems to count
all bright spots in the Big Dipper
and is wondering whether it would be very difficult
to pull the wagon one lap
around the globe.


Details | Free verse | |

Train Journey

I sit here by the window
and watch quietly
as the train moves along
Outside
I see land - 
wild beautiful land
still untouched by man
and it creates within me
a feeling that is wild and boundless

The beautiful trees
in many places
so closely clustered together
though of mixed species
seem to cry out 
a message of love and unity
to all mankind
I see flowers - 
plain simple flowers
there is a beauty in them - 
the beauty of simplicity

There are children on the hillsides -
the country folk
people call them
My heart sings as I watch them
They know us not on the train
but yet they wave at us
and we wave back at them
because their action is filled 
with some sentiment 
that is pleasing to us

Shimmering little pools of water
pulsating with life
appear and then vanish
out of sight
but the picture of life
within them
remains with me

The cows and the horses 
graze in the pastures
some sit
others browse slowly along
O how I envy their leisurely
pace of life!


Details | Haiku | |

Finding His Legs

Wet and shiny coat,
Extremities shake and quake;
Newborn foal’s first stand.


Details | I do not know? | |

Black Beauty

Like a shadow against the twilight
 The dark beast gallops gracefully
 Majestic. Mighty. Magnificent. 
His long, flowing mane and whipping tail
 Like banners unfurled in the wind
 As he crosses the verdant field
 Ablaze with golden dandelions
 His shiny, silky, dusky coat shimmers
 Like a sable spectre in the setting sun
 His raw, rippling Muscles 
His power and strength
 And a pure unbridled force
 Demand respect. 
His trot like thunder
 Echoes in the distance.
 His neigh, like the crepuscular call 
Of a wild, magical beast
 Reminds us that he is a perfect, living portrait 
Of his ancestors, the wild mustangs.
 Tempest is his name,
 And a torrential tempest flows 
Through his pulsating, pumping veins.


Details | Choka | |

Vision Quest – Horse and Rider

There are many moons
in the essence of too far –
a total eclipse,
if one just sees feet.
My skin expands with the heat
of my ancestors
in this endless space;
visions come to me boldly,
like mid-day lovers,
blooming on canvass
as if midnight lined my dreams 
on a turquoise road.
I come for the walk,
and the answers that whisper
from many strange moons.




Inspired by Abe Lopez's Native American Ekphrasis, T.C Cannon Tribute Contest. :)

Painting by T.C Cannon entitled, Horse.
http://www.askart.com/AskART/photos/ALT20070608_3667/132.jpg


Details | Free verse | |

The Beauty of Nature

Observing the beauty of nature is akin to an awakening to the senses,
of being free and anonymous, 
of being purposeless,
that exquisite innate feeling of total compassion.

The abundance of colours in a deep autumn forest,
the hazy mist around the water and the trees of a dawning day
those hidden shadows of light and shade,
the ethereal beauty of affinity between horses and humans.

Stillness,
the trickling stream through the fields,
the rustling of autumn leaves,
a neigh, the swishing tail, the galloping hooves.

Clean and crisp,
the intoxicating and seductive fragrance of an autumn forest
the damp earth mingled with old fallen leaves
the quintessential scent of  a horses mane and fur

That tingling feeling 
being engulfed by wind and rain, sun and warmth, mist and dampness,
the lightest caress,
the warmth of the horses cheek against ones own

Nature is precious, it is profoundly beautiful.


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Horse and The Storm Cloud


" The Horse and The Storm Cloud ... "

(From The Solomon Studies Series) # 4
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29)



The Horse and The Storm Cloud
Both Have Thundered Over The Plains

The Horse and The Storm Cloud
Both Race and Are Hard To Restrain

The Horse and The Storm Cloud
Both Rise Then Bolt Like Arrows Aimed

The Horse and The Storm Cloud
Both Desire To Reach Fruits and Grains

The Horse and The Storm Cloud
Both Upon Hilltops Have Reigned

The Horse and The Storm Cloud
Both Have Glistened With Heavy Rain

Tho' One Is Ridden and One Never Reined
Both Have Wild Beauty Forever Untamed

Tho' One Claps 
and One Paws The Ground
One Neighs In The Wind
& One Wears Lightning's Crown

The Horse and The Storm Cloud
Both Characterize Nature's Fame

The Horse and The Storm Cloud
GOD Made Both Unique, But Flash The Same

The Horse and The Storm Cloud
Both, GOD Will Make Sure - Earth Retains


       Written & Copyrighted ©:  1/7/2014
                by:  MoonBee  Canady

_________________________________________


Growing up in West Texas (oh yeah, I love horses) ... 
there was a riding ranch that opened up near my family's 
home. So, I've ridden horses ever since I was in my early
teens.

I came to appreciate that the horse is a sensitive, noble
and beautiful creature.  Hence, I felt I had to state my
affinity and admiration for this unique beast, (not just 
with one poem but two) 

The horse has been in such close association with man 
and mankind's history ... So that is why I wrote the posts
enumerating the qualities of the magnificent creature
that is the horse ...

Now, I'm not the greatest equestrian (by any
means, but I've got a good seat for riding (lol)

And if you do, find yourself on a sunny day, with time
on your hands, take a leisurely ride on a horse and you'll 
be hooked for life (I know I am) (All you Horse-Riders
out there, know what I'm talking about, I know)

Hope readers enjoy ...

MoonBee




Details | Couplet | |

A Horse Of Course

<                                        Horses and snowflakes
                                   Illuminating to it's tongue's pallet's plate


                                              Open carriage rides
                                         Falling flakes in the eyes


                                             City strewn lights
                                  Hoof's echoing through out the night


                                             Fleece blankets
                                              Cider drank it


                                              Horns blare
                                              People's stare

                                             
                                        New York's Central Park
                                       An home for many after dark


                                         Four miles of bridal paths
                                    Drawn coaches to bring you back


                                          So horses and snowflakes
                                      Fills this ones poet's pallet's plate



Written By Katherine Stella
My Theme Was Both 
Horses And Snowflakes
This Is An Entry
For Constance ~A Rambling Poet 's ~ Contest
G.L. All
                                     

                                     
                                            
                             


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Horse and The Lion

" The Horse and The Lion ... "

(From The Solomon Studies Series)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29)


The Horse and The Lion
Both Have Beautiful Manes

The Horse and The Lion
Both Stand Up To Powerful Claims

The Horse and The Lion
Both Rule Where They Range

The Horse and The Lion
Both Have Battled On The Plains

Tho' One Neighs Shrilly and The Other Roars!
One Is A Mighty Hunter / The Other Rides To Wars!

Tho' One Has Teeth & Claws, Like Sharp Talons
Everyone Bewares The Hooves & Ground of Wild Stallions

The Horse and The Lion
Both Are Like Muscled, Courage Unchained

Yet The Horse, Eats Oats and Hay
and Sweet Apples and Grain

And One Day, GOD Said
... Lions Will Do The Same

Both The Noble Horse & The Pride of Lions
GOD Made Them Man's Super Adventure-Trains


                 Written & Copyrighted ©:  1/7/2014
                         by:  MoonBee  Canady

_________________________________________

Growing up in West Texas (oh yeah, I love horses) ... 
there was a riding ranch that opened up near my family's 
home. So, I've ridden horses ever since I was in my early
teens.

I came to appreciate that the horse is a sensitive, noble
and beautiful creature.  Hence, I felt I had to state my
affinity and admiration for this unique beast, (not just 
with one poem but two) 

The horse has been in such close association with man 
and mankind's history ... So that is why I wrote the posts
enumerating the qualities of the magnificent creature
that is the horse ...

Now, I'm not the greatest equestrian (by any
means, but I've got a good seat for riding (lol)

And if you do, find yourself on a sunny day, with time
on your hands, take a leisurely ride on a horse and you'll 
be hooked for life (I know I am) (All you Horse-Riders
out there, know what I'm talking about, I know)

Hope readers enjoy ...

MoonBee


Details | Rhyme | |

Black Horse

There's an insatiable black horse 
running wild undilutedly 
between the tree's  
running elegantly, softly like a breeze 
he does so with such majestic ease 
oh what a tease 
I do not have his knees to please 
I glance at his joy and freedom 
wishing for a single moment 
that I, could be him 
gliding with an outstretched upwards chin 
a rainbow shone up high 
printed against a very dull sky 
as I follow with my eyes, to reach the end 
I do not see a pot of gold, as the stories do depend 
but I see better, than all mans gold and worth 
I see a wild stallion 
a horse on a patch of extended untouched earth 
running free against the wind I see 
oh that horse I long to be, 
he runs as if he has no care
An untamed mane blowing viscously everywhere 
he is a soul filled with dare 
he is off 
boundless 
he has no rope, securing him still 
he has but a free wondrous will.

Written by Sarah Linklater
31/03/2015


Details | Senryu | |

Horse head

hugging huge horse head
beautiful dark eyes sparkle
with a neigh of love 

(c) Elly Wouterse


Details | Haiku | |

The Sea Horse

Miniature Stallion
No saddle or rider worn
Neptune's favorite


Details | Free verse | |

A Horse Worn Out

I am horse
Ride saddle 'pon my back
O'er plains of outer space or
O'er wishing grounds
My spit shine for a baker's bet
Wood is shrieker
And father my horse
Lay amongst the wary
And tell the hunter
Who's skin you enter soundly
Tell to him thy name;
Thy name is horse!


Details | Prose Poetry | |

PARTS OF YOU

UNINTEGRATED YOU

Hello parts of you,
I can see you’re 
Standing, wondering and
Pondering the use of limbs 
That would caress and 
Enclose or
Push away
And urge the many
To the fray
Where horses
Fire manes and 
Whips 
Lost in canyons
Of misty delusions
Turn in the dark and 
Huddle together,
Waiting for a 
Rider whose 
Mind is set on
A path definitive.
Yet the froth on
The coats of 
Tiresome colts 
Say something else,
And look 
To golden afternoon light,
Stop for a moment, 
Breath all steamy and rising,
Before gambolling away 
Into the early night,
Spirits unbridled and 
Tempers alight.


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku: Horse Without Rider

Horse without rider!
Rambling in lack of an aim;
So indisciplined!


Details | Quatrain | |

ESTEFANIA WAS THE SPANISH HORSE

Estephania was the Spanish horse,
with a chestnut coat and mane   
and a lighter long tail...and she ate
alfalfa for strong teeth and bones.


She was domesticated, losing her liberty
and neighing she showed keen ability:
to spot dangers on a perilous path...
Estefania even stopped for a stranded cat.


In summertime she fed mostly on grass,
but bees stung her many times to protest,
and struggling to get them off her tail...
she hit a shrilling raven in the head.


And feeling sorry for the dying bird wincing, 
Estefania licked his semi-open eyes...giving
him a little comfort as he folded his wings;
and whinnying she wept a river of tears.


Details | Haiku | |

Horse in the Wind

Racing the wind, the valiant and graceful steed, rides across the field.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

CharlaXTitles11

 
Inches make feet without inches there is no foot without beginnings there is no work without measure there is no dearth without a ruler there is no worth there must be rules and there are rules but eye will let them all apply to them my enemies at work and never eye. The horse runs well it has a heart so then they fill syringes from the start to inject the muscles of the neck to make the beast faster than the wind oh heck the animal is dead it never hit the ground but flew too fast and lost the race and life. Desert life is winterless but not without some weather life the sun is always shading and the water is found in sub altern placing near the animals for killing under the ledge of apprehension near the fire of desperation comes the frog and toad and watercrest nut sandwiches. Eye had been to the desert on a horse with no namme it felt good to be out of the rain. Voices come out at me from the air into mye membrain eye call it Disraeli musick it is usually someone in the area with a boom box or even cars with the windows rolled down can be the culprits they hound me when eye am hicking place to place. There is other answers to the crazxy place eye hear noises mad mostly by people in the other cubicles the walls are just invisible the talking is allowed. The thief cannot sneak in sneakers they squeak like he is sweating in his shoe laces. This brings me to mye priority eye. The reason that no one wants to be a Detective is the movies the guy may have had DAMES by the score but he had fights and was so sore the men were ruthless and left him spinning on the side of every road. The streets of New Nuevo York has gum shoe on them. The American idea of Indians and wampum has brought us to the test of food in rest or rants of foreign style they smile and bring the menu back to make certain that the orders write the man has pointed several times at five bills a whack. One from Column A and 2 from Column B brings us to a bill of $23. Well eye wanted some meat too but you are so expansive. Rice and curry hot mustard radishes. Try finding food in the summer time how careful now that eye a homeless one should be then tossing caution to the winding blowing wind when it seems only wrapped so tightly to keep flies at night away. To feed myself is easy to offer some to others almost impossible a few times eye have asked to share they slide that nostril in the air and leave the food to the one that found it in the lair of tossed and discarded things the general city the loose leaf cabbage so nicely adds a bite to the membrain of mye priority eye. 


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The Plains are Painted in Red

His massive head was adorned with a wooly crown,
and his robes decorated with ermine of brown
What a majestic monarch roaming with regal grace.
He was mighty, but bearing a pusillanimous face.
The king ruled his domain and his subjects in harmony,
and spent his life on the plains with complacency

The presence of parallel steel rails soon would tell
the arrival of a smoking iron horse from hell 
This brought waves of lead with tactless trajectories
from those who were carriers of a deadly disease
Many subjects soon would fall victim to the rain
which emanated from the guns on the moving train.
After the end of the deadly lead storm that day,
that careless iron horse then just galloped away.

Necrophagous vultures hovering not too high
in circular anticipation in the sky,
knew that the victims were inhaling their last breath.
They would soon be consumed by inevitable death
Words of another poet I would then recall:
“And death and darkness held dominion over all”

Diminished numbers of subjects would indicate
that this was the time for the king to abdicate.

Many moons had to pass through numerous night skies
before enough blind people would open their eyes.
Life and preservation is now what we embrace.
Finally, the king has gratefully regained his place.

Long live the king!


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HORSE LOVE DAYBREAK IN THE PADDOCK

                                        HORSE LOVE
                             DAYBREAK IN THE PADDOCK

                                     Just a barn girl
                                    Armed with shovel
                                 Sleeps in  tack room
                                        Filthy hovel
                                       But at dawn
                             When dews kiss green
                                     Prince of Arabs
                                     Calls her Queen


V Anderson-Throop
11/4/12


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Coldblood Horse

Coldblood. 
When I first saw you, you were slowly lapping up water hidden by a trees dark 
shadow. 
Beautiful. With your long sweeping main and tail.
No one dares to ride such beauty, but I do.
Then I’m there. Bouncing up and down on the saddle as she gallops up the trail.
The wind soaring through my hair. 
Coldblood horse. 
Tell me your secret.

-Kallie Mason


Details | Carpe Diem | |

A Cart And Horse

When I take the reins of a cart and horse,
  The world in an instant slows for a day.
I take pleasure in nature's playful source,
  And learn how not to think so far away.
I don't set my sights on the course charted.
  The horse plays along, (it's an inborn trait.)
I think sometimes he has me outsmarted;
  He takes the path that's little used of late.


Details | Haiku | |

Spotted Horse Runs Fast

Spotted horse runs fast
His legs think he is the wind
Spots of rain chase him.


(January 10, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,


Details | Villanelle | |

Iron Horse, 1840

These grassy margins under sky of blue,
so peaceful. Then a rumble, sudden blast – 
can you stand your ground as the train roars through?

Here’s Progress. Boston, all across this New
England, folks with tickets for transit massed.
These grassy margins under sky of blue

once buffered cities. Landscape’s subtle hue,
a pleasant walk – gone, outmoded, outclassed.
Who could stand his ground as the train roars through

for Commerce? Stockcars in which ram and ewe
are hurtled toward their slaughter house, too fast
for grassy margin under sky as blue

as berries ripe in August – something true
that you could taste, and savor to the last.
Can you stand your ground as the train roars through

hauling its cargo? Where the wild-rose blew,
now coal-smoke smudges what was, but is past.
Those grassy margins where the sky was blue
couldn’t stand their ground when the train roared through.


Details | I do not know? | |

Glory

This is the story of a beautiful horse named Glory Freckled and spotted She stood but a twig Lost in a forest Of abandonment Tires and barbwire Surround her by day And at night she suffers The coyotes cries, not far away Left with no food Or water to drink She stands by a tree And hopes for relief Halter grown in And hooves overgrown Not a grain in that belly And left all alone Withering quick She stands by her tree And hopes a kind soul Will help her to see There is life still No matter how grim Things seem from beneath This horrid, old tree This halfhearted twig Awaits her relief As the days pass her by And she writhes with grief Her name is Glory All freckled with spots Like a giant Dalmatian Trapped in this spot At the end of her lead She was finally freed Not a day too soon She'll now find relief Halfhearted no longer And happy at last Whom once was a twig Knows Glory at last Halfhearted no longer And free from that mess Glory has found relief At Horse Creek Ranch* *Horse Creek Ranch is, to the best of my knowledge, a fictional name.