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Details | Dramatic Verse |
The boatman’s Song				10/Many

The beauty of that black horse got doubled
With the glittering beauty of the princess on the horse 
Who was elegantly riding that black horse beauty 
While coming towards the boatman with a speed 
He had never seen earlier, when a lady was on a horse 

Her shining long black hairs and few locks on her face, were
Blending with the ravishing beauty of her charming face
Which even the sunbeams were trying to penetrate
To kiss her rosy lips and her glowing lovely face
And with each gush of morning beams
A blush came on her lovely face
On which hundreds and thousands can live and die
And can wait for a whole life to see that face

Her body was glittering like a gem
Because of her teenage and beauty excelling her age
And her youth over sprouting from her bosoms
From her princes sly top and riding trousers
She was dazzling the eyes of the boatman
As there was no one else 
Who could dare to behold her beauty and grandeur
Which was par excellent, any where on earth

She stepped down from the horse back 
With a beautiful sharp jump on the sand
And stood beside the heavenly beautiful horse
She saw the boatman was standing near his boat
And was singing a melody unaware of her gaze

The moment the princess heard that voice
Her heart jumped from her chest
Which had just calmed from thrills
As she had stepped by jumping from the horseback
And her body had calmed only few seconds back

Enchanted and allured by the beauty and heaviness of voice
And totally stunned to see his manliness, so warrior like tight
She forgets her princes sly pride and got lost in adoring
His song and his enchanting voice
Coming from the depths of that singers heart
Suddenly she found herself standing before the boatman
Lost in his heart capturing eyes

There was no one else except these two
And the boatman could not believe
Whether it was a dream or a reality come true
He too was lost in the charms of her eyes
And even forgot to finish the song he was singing
And felt only that someone was penetrating 
In his heart and mind, deep some where very deep


Ravindra				              to continue….
Kanpur   India 12th January 2010  

* Apsara (A Nymph dancer of heaven as per Hindu Mythology
* Indra (The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra 
* Tarang (A name of the nymph) Tarang is a Hindi word means waves both 
    Visible or invisible like sound waves
* Saraswati (Goddess of knowledge, music & arts as per Hindu mythology)

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2010




Details | Dramatic Verse |
The Boatman’s Song 			11/Many


Many moments passed, but none spoke a word
Or tried to moved away and remained lost 
In each other’s thoughts
They were lost in each others beauty and charms
Suddenly they found, they were in each other’s arms
None spoke a word and no one tried to depart
In those most cherished moments, love was showering on them
Thousands of flowers were blooming in their minds
And the fragrance of love was spreading in their hearts

Unknowingly both of them, became so dear to one another
As if, the Goddess of love had blessed them for each other
Those were the most lovely, beautiful and memorable moments
For which one waits for ever and for ever
Life is a strange drama they both were thinking 
Where what may happen in the next moments, no one knows ever

In the meanwhile the princess heard a sound coming from a distance
She got alert and made a good distance from the boatman
So that the visitor may not know, for what purposes she was here
But before leaving the boatman, she uttered in her lovely voice, 
Few words, which were glued with love, 
“My dream man I am princess of this kingdom
I will come back to hear you and your songs very soon some day
But at present I have to go immediately from here 
Please don’t ask anything right now from me”

Without a moment’s delay she moved away from there  
To a place, where she had left her horse in waiting for her 
The Princess rode on the horseback and moved here and there
As if, she had reached on that place, without any purpose
And came because her horse ran speedily and brought her there

She pretended to move the horse towards the direction
From where, on an other horse, her father was coming
He called, O Princess you are here, we were searching you
Every where over there, but could not locate you any where
Very innocently she replied,” O father, I was trying to see the river
And the sand dunes spreading all over here there 
And was about to return when you have come over here”

Ravindra					to continue ……..

Kanpur India   14th January 2010



* Apsara (A Nymph dancer of heaven as per Hindu Mythology
* Indra (The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra 
* Tarang (A name of the nymph) Tarang is a Hindi word means waves both 
    Visible or invisible like sound waves
* Saraswati (Goddess of knowledge, music & arts as per Hindu mythology)

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2010

Details | Classicism |
A short poetry of Parascending by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

                                                Aviated parachute

 Parachute parachute you flying so high.
 Like an eagle you swing in the sky.
 Flourishingly Waving in an air.
 Your skill astonished me, Take me away !

 A play of lustrous rainbow colour.
 Cascaded by a Blushing rain.
 Sensing the rhythm, flower‘s crimsoned.
 Making me feel excited, Take me away !

 Inspiring me as you without wings swiftly aviate.
 Fortunately you have a flying glance at this amazed beauty of the earth.
 Give me one chance some another day.
 Move me away, Take me away !

 People will greet me, when myself Joe will be lime lighting in the sky.
 Viewing the artistic magnifying creativity, beautified by arduous earthborn 
 mortalizing persona‘s.
 my itchy feet, move me away, Take me away !

 screaking high, conveying regards to almighty and pray for celestial peace.
 Ohhh my spice jet please take me high.
 For the god‘s sake make me fly.
 Take me away or else I will die !

 By,
 Madhavi. Suyog. Pagare

Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013




Details | Lay |
The Fixer was called, summoned by song
He hears the plea and finishes his mead
He heads to the barn loads up the cart
Feeds the horses and calls to his wife	
She readily makes a meal,to get thru the night

For he is the fixer, he fixes all things
An relentless skill, without any end

His lute In hand , a kiss on the cheek
Cloak wrapped around, I wont be more than a week
Sun setting and the wind starts to howl 
The horse picks the pace and pulls out of town
Picking the lute with an old familiar sound

For he is the fixer, he fixes all things
A relentless skill, without any end

Lanterns are fixed in the such a way 
The silky black horses can see like its day
Fast asleep the fixer dreams thru the night
The path recognized no need to guide
The first stop they make will be at daylight

For he is the fixer, he fixes all things
A relentless skill, without any end

As he reached the first town, tool in hand
He rides by the stone huts, families broken,and frowned
He picks the right notes and begins to sing
The hooves from the horse a nice melody
This town has been fixed,no time to waste

For he is the fixer , he fixes all things
A relentless skill, without any end

He been fixing these towns, of kinship and friends
And feels his days of fixing are nearing an end
As he ponders his mends on his way back home
Fast falling asleep, could anyone could fix ...Him

For He was the fixer, he fixed all things 
A relentless skill, who has come to his end

Copyright © Chris Damstrom | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Wild Horses

I want wild horses and my funeral bright
prancing in hooves shod in solid gold
Even wilder horses at my grave site
I beg this end when I get too damn old!

I want six-shooters there loud blasting
and cowboys wearing sharp toe boots
I never planned on this trip long lasting
always, great pride in my Southern roots!

There was a pretty senorita a'dancing
O' once she meant the world to me
I want to remember our deep romancing
like smooth waves on a shining sea!

Nights I spent drinking and fighting
STILL BRING A BIG SMILE TO ME 
I SEE HER AGAIN, MOON JUST A'LIGHTING
that jet-black hair flowing so free!

Time has way of hurting and a'eroding
sending long cold shivers a'shaking
Pray I see her again just a'holding
apple pie for me she was a'baking!

I want wild horses and my funeral bright
prancing in hooves shod in solid gold
Even wilder horses at my grave site
I beg this end when I get too damn old!

R. J. Lindley
Date -ancient, maybe 69 or 70..

Note- OK, I made it(too damn old).. Now I want those horses a few more decades later- for life has given me both hope and love.
My death, A'waitin' on me, instead of me A'waitin' on it..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Cowboy |
   Ponytails and blue jeans 
Sat at Papaw's knee, 
Watching as he whittled 
On old branches from a tree. 
    And while he talked of cowboys 
And big old Texas ranches, 
He trimmed away the rough spots, 
While I dreamed of pony dances. 

     A wild stick horse remuda 
Began to run and play,
With every loving stroke,  
As he peeled the bark away.
     Using his "Old Timer"  
And carving in my brand, 
The best that he could find
And cut and shape with his own hand. 

     Now, each one of them was special,
And I felt I was too, 
As they kicked up dust behind 
This cowgirl buckaroo. 
     With reins of pink hair ribbon, 
Shoe strings and baling twine, 
There was "Buckin' Birch" and "Oakie," 
And "Ole Sticky" made of pine, 

     "Sassafras," and "Blackjack," 
"Willow," "Blaze," and "Scat," 
I never did corral 'em -- 
I just left 'em where they sat. 
     But next mornin', on the front porch, 
'stead of roamin' wild and free, 
They'd found their hitchin' rail, 
‘cause Papaw lined 'em up for me. 
  
     Along our trails together 
There were many lessons learned, 
Like bein' a cowboy through and through 
Is something that you earn 
     We'd partner up together, 
And team up in cahoots,
Once he defied my Mama,
Bought me red cowboy boots. 

     And often, when I wondered 
What to do on down the road, 
He'd always tell me, "little girl, 
When you get there you will know," 
     Sometimes you have to let things go, 
Sometimes you stand and fight, 
And anything worth doin', 
Is still worth doin' right. 

     With my wild stick horse remuda, 
We rode the range for miles, 
I knew I'd won my Papaw's heart 
By the way he'd laugh and smile, 
     I still have his sweat-stained Stetson, 
His boots, and his old knife, 
Sometimes I take them out 
Just to measure up my life. 
      
     And hold him closer to my heart, 
And know I have to try, 
To live up to the honor 
Of the wonder-days gone by. 
     On my stick horse remuda,
I learned the cowboy way, 
I’d give up everything I own 
To ride with him today. 

    My wild stick horse remuda 
Was quite the varied band, 
Born and bred with me in mind 
And trained by his own hand. 
     I’m longing for the legends, 
And the way we used to roam, 
With my wild stick horse remuda, 
And the man that we called "Home." 


Copyright © Debra Coppinger Hill | Year Posted 2005

Details | ABC |
I am so wild, I carelessly run around
I am the last horse in a one horse town
I'm as wild as wild can be
I have zero guidance, so I live my life aimlessly
Do what you have to, send me to assist the Border Patrol
I need someone to neuter me and keep me under control
I live life by the seat of my pants
I don't want love or trues romance
I believe that every moment counts
When you fall down, there is still time and room to bounce
If a jet can fly, it can surely land
When wrong is done, justice needs to be a firm hand
One day I may feel peace and love deep in my soul
When I find that one that can keep me under control
If there is a poster child for bad, it has to be me
I do not welcome the Devil, but there will be no begging for mercy
I often wonder what do people think
I really don't care after my third hard drink
You are wasting your time if you want to preach
You are educated, so do your best to teach
I am not worth being loved by you, so do not glow
I want discipline, so do your best to bring me under control
I party and sin and live as I please
I will never be driven to my eyes
I am a rebel and that will never change in my life
Not looking for love, a white picket fence or a loving wife
I can take the streets and deal with them blow by blow
Are you the one to keep me under control
Some people have it, some don't and some never will
I'm tired of hearing about it, I have lived it, now it's overkill
The question is do I want to sell my soul
You can save me if you can keep me under control

Copyright © Eugene Carmen | Year Posted 2008

Details | Ballad |
Wild angel's, in the heart of America, Wild angel, you
make the world sing, Black beauty you ride HI, party
party hardy, party hardy, Wild horse, in the sky, on
the 4th of july, Wild America you make the World
sing of the creator on his brithday, party, party on
down, party, party wild angels party, party hardy,
Wild things, wild black beauty, on 4th of july, on the
4th of july,, Whild things you make the world sing
party, on the party, party hardy get down way down
get funkey, get funkey get down way down lets dance
let dance it isn't the last dance let's get on down.
Wild America, lets dance Black horse Red horse
white horse with wings blue birds in the sky HI
lets party hardy make the world sing happy brithday
you make America sing get on down. please I
don't want any money do what you can

Copyright © diane henning | Year Posted 2007

Details | Lyric |
(Verse 1)
Out on the streets
Their drinking whiskey and wine
They got the ache in their feets
They got the ache in their spines
They got the gin and juice
They got the gum and smokes
Some got the blues
And some got the coke

(Chorus 1)
Ride the white horse, go on Ride it high
No need to come down Mary, Touch the sky
Ride the white horse, Mary, ride it high
If you come down, White Horse, get you high.

(Verse 2)
Mary, Mary, 
Last name Jane
She love you dearly, If you 
spark her flame
Breath her in, She might 
Make you cry
She gonna take you down, but
Get you high

(Chorus 2)
Mary, Mary your quite contrary
My love for you is extra-ordinary
You bring me down when white horse get me high
Mary, Mary, lets touch the sky

(Musical Bridge/Guitar Solo)

(Verse 3)
Out on the streets
we do, 
what we will
we got,
Sand in our pockets 
so we,
Take your bills
We buy,

(Chorus 3)
Booze and weed, gals and cocaine
Don't worry Mary you know your my main
Lets ride the white horse, come on lets get high
Mary, Mary, Lets touch the sky

(Musical Verse no words)

(Chorus 4)
Mary, Mary, you're extraordinary
Im addicted to you and its scary
Hello White horse, lets go for a ride
Climb aboard and we'll touch the sky

Link to song: https://youtu.be/Fz1fxsFBwtk

Copyright © Vidal Tan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Blank verse |
a horse came to me 
he was singing a song well 
and laughing to the hell 
must be crazy, must be mad 
but deep inside he was very sad 
he had no place to live 
he had no place to dwell 
his sweet heart was gone 
and his life was spoiled. 
his colour was shiny white 
and had darkest eyes 
he was free to roam and eat 
but could not find 
a place under greedy and selfish skies 
he came to me  
to tell his sorrows 
but i could not help 
i was sad too 
then we both sing a song well well 
and we both laughed to the hell 

Copyright © priyabrata nayak | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |
‘ The Highland Horse … Named Uisge Beatha’ ’

Hie’  Away, Hie’  Away
O’er Heather and Gorse
Strode A Magnificent Bay
The Highland Horse …

In the Cold Scottish – Air
On His Back, Kilt – Clad
By Loch and Highlands There
Rode an Aged–Tartan-Plaid

… Tied on a Back Braid
Long as the Russet – Tail and Mane
Were Bagpipes and a Blade
Bouncing as The Highlander Came

Proud, Scottish Warrior
Laird, of His Clan
Racing to His Sweet Moira
A-Riding and Raiding The Highlands …

… Hie’ Away Laddie
Hie’ Away Lass
The Highland Horse, Uisge Beatha’,
He’s Galloping Fast

Hie’ Away Laddie
Hie’ Away Lass
To Bar His Way is Risky
So Please Let Him Pass …

… In The Cold, Scotland Air …
Lilts The Tenderest-Low Brogue
… as down on Naked Knee
… The Highlander Proposed …

… Hie’ Away Laddie
Hie’ Away Lass
The Highland Horse, Uisge Beatha’
… He’s Galloping Fast

Hie’ Away Laddie
Hie’ Away Lass
Here Comes ‘The Whisky’ 
now Pour Me A Glass …

Hie’ Away Laddie
Hie’ Away Lass
The Bottle is Empty …
… but I Still Got The Flask …

Hie’ Away, Laddie and Lass

For:  ‘ The Fraser ‘ 
he!he!he – show me your 
Scotland, Highlander

‘ The MoonBee ‘

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |
My horse is old and gray
Seen many a better day
Swayed in the back
Steady and on track

I too old and gray
On my back life I weigh
Now I slump
Still prodding along
Singing a sad, sad song
Wondering did I ever belong

Did I leave a mark
Was my short ride worth much
Should I hide
Slowly, lowly as I ride
Concealing my face
In disgrace

At times I feel I did my best
At times I took on a sorry rest

Why am I still here
I feel alone
Cold and sad
Completely mad

Clip-pity-clop
Will my time ever stop

Clip-pity-clop
I now ride my course
With very little love
With very little force

Were to I wonder
As I ride
Me and horse can no longer glide
So out here alone we hide

Riding along this old trail
Pondering did all fail

I hope not
But I am not to judge

I used all I had
And now I am sad

Clip-pity-clop
Will I now close
Can I now stop

Down the dusty trail
No longer wagging tail
Did I win
Did I fail
I do not know
But the clipping will cease

Leaning back in the saddle
Fate I now straddle
Hat I pull back
For the last time

Pity-clop


Copyright © WAYNE SHOCK | Year Posted 2007

Details | Lyric |
"Old horse with a gray-haired head,
Where you hurry so?"
"I have arrived for you. 
Sit down quickly in the gold carriage."
"Where we shall go?"
"Along the world, along the world!
And together with us 
the clouds will float in the sky.
Such beauty beyond the windows:
Birchwoods, meadows of lilies of the valley,
Multi-coloured butterflies..." 
"Ah! A lovely horse,
You are similar to someone I love very much.
I already saw your carriage once.
But something had happened: 
Its gilding has been scratched,
Glass of the windows has turned yellow,
the bugs have lodged in doors!"
The horse started to trot more slowly.
The horse whispered,
"Some time ago, I carried Cinderella, 
the poor girl in a pink dress.
But this summer
I shall carry you around the world, along the world!"
We rushed on with her.
The Summer smiled at us,
And we did not talk any more to the end of my dream.



Copyright © Dina Televitskaya | Year Posted 2007

Details | Rhyme |
DECK THE STALLS

Deck the stalls with lots of Friesians 
fa la la la la, la la la la

Tis the season to be Freezin
fa la la la la, la la la la

Donned we now our Carhart apparrell
fa la la, fa la la, la la la

Troll the ancient manure wheel barrow
fa la la la la, la la, ha ha!

Copyright © Chris Hagy | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |
Rain beating down a mustang range
Crossing over mountains, plains
Gunning with a heart on fire
Running nine horse wild

Dying in the desert of your love
I lost myself in your eyes
Mississippi burning in my mind

Gold at the end of my rainbow
Down the Gulf of Mexico
Dreaming of those Southern nights
Running nine horse wild

Swimming in the ocean of your love
I lost myself in your eyes
Mississippi burning in my mind

Say all's well that ends well
That's no far gone conclusion
This ain't no fairy tale
This ain't no Lifetime movie
What could've should've would've been
A happy ending

Rain beating down a mustang range
Crossing over mountains, plains
Gunning with a heart on fire
Running nine horse wild

Dying in the desert of your love
I lost myself in your eyes
Mississippi burning in my mind

Seen Heaven, I've seen Hell
Girl, what you doing to me
This ain't no fairy tale
This ain't no Lifetime movie
It's crazy, maybe baby there's
A happy ending

Free, like a bird I'm free
Like a river to the sea
Dreaming of those Southern nights
Running nine horse wild

©2017.

Copyright © Charles David Sharp | Year Posted 2017