Best Dressage Poems
I Love Horses: A--Z
A is for... Appaloosa. They have
blankets on their rumps.
B is for...Belgian. They work
hard and can pull up stumps.
C is for...Clydesdale. They're
BIG bays with white fluffy feet.
D is for...Dartmoore, a pony
from the moors--so sweet!
E is for...Egyptian, the finest
horse on desert sand.
F is for...Fresian: Big black War
Horse--a Knight's demand.
G is for...Gypsy Vanner, a rare
beauty like fairy tales.
H is for...Hanoverian. The best
all-round from England hails.
I is for...Irish Tinker. A loyal
horse that's black and white.
J is for...Java Pony. He's
Indonesia's working sprite.
K is for...Knapstrup. He's a
horse full of leopard spots!
L is for...Lipizzaner: Grey
leapers known in the Big Tops!
M is for...Mustang. Wild and
Free--roams America's West.
N is for...Nonius: Big-headed
black and drives the best.
O is for...Oldenburg. Dressage
ribbons just get bigger.
P is for...Palomino. Roy Rogers
named his, Trigger.
Q is for...Quarter Horse,
cowboy's fav'rite! Does
Everything!
R is for...Racking Horse. His
ride's so smooth it will make
you sing.
S is for...Spotted Saddle Horse,
Gaited beauty everyone loves.
T is for...Thoroughbred. Racing,
"The Sport of Kings", he does.
U is for...Ukrainian Riding
Horse: Beautiful born after
War's end.
V is for...Vlaamperd: Flemish
black stallion and true friend.
W is for...White (Albino) Horse.
The Lone Ranger's 'Silver'--of
course!
X is for...Xilingol. He's
Mongolia's riding draft horse.
Y is for...Yonagui, a chestnut
pony from Japan.
Z is for...Zebra: African wild
but tamed by man.
A personal therapist long past
the end,
The love of a horse...is the
love... of a Friend.
deborah burch
02.28.2013
Categories:
dressage,
Form:
Couplet
In
slow
motion-
sea horses
ride the ebbing tide.
Categories:
dressage, sea, sports,
Form:
Fibonacci
Perfecting skills to calm a flighty horse.
Compact its trombone limbs with reins and legs
performing with no noticeable force,
all trouble and delight that beauty begs.
One horse, one rider, indivisible;
sky-born with earth-bound duty to endorse.
Control from legs and seat must be invisible,
obeying smooth transitions on the course.
Struck by awe, crowds watch, as in a trance
a pleasure trip controlled by aids precise.
Such liveliness contained in equine dance,
by what divine device - this Paradise?
Each discipline involved must ne'er be seen.
Before our eyes must seem a floating dream.
A STUNNER JANUARY 2018
Contest Judged: 3/17/2018 8:08:00 AM
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier |
2nd Place
Categories:
dressage, beautiful, dance, horse, tribute,
Form:
Sonnet
An Angelo Arab, you had immense spirit
dappled grey with a huge leap over fences.
Your stable name was Tom, pedigree name
too much of a mouthful for every day use.
In your stable you were a terror to my grooms
pulling faces and hunching up your back as if
to bite or even kick. It was all show you just
wanted to be left alone, a true one person horse.
No other could ride you as you would buck and buck
even going down and rolling to get rid of other riders.
Shoes could be a challenge as you would snatch feet away
or refuse to lift them up, only one blacksmith did you tolerate.
Yet to me and my mother you were so sweet, nickering
a welcome when you saw either of us coming.
You floated over fences winning us many rosettes
when turned out you would race down the jumping lane.
With Sheroake at your heels laughing with glee
you would go up and down time and again.
Then take delight in having a long dusty roll
finally settling down to graze the sweet grass.
Fast as a flash, the clock never a challenge
perfect rounds nearly every single time.
In one year you went from grade C to grade A
barely 14:3 hands tall yet heart of a giant.
You always held a special place in my heart
many the hours we spent together out riding
or practicing in the paddock, at dressage
you were a real ace act graceful as a swan.
Tom sweet Tom how I loved you
maybe the more as only I alone
on your back you would tolerate
your love made me feel so proud
Great spirit horse long may you race
the clouds where you now dwell
If I close my eyes I can still hear
the thundering of hooves flying by.
Never again was there a horse
quite like you. I remember your neat
little ears flickering back and forth
as I spoke to you, with a nicker you
would answer me and toss your head.
Categories:
dressage, horse, love, trust,
Form:
Ode
Nothing is so beautiful
as equestrian events,
watching graceful horses,
while droppings add their scents.
For true equine lovers,
there is such a thrill
in the coordination of
a well-performed quadrille.
This is one Olympic sport,
where both he and she compete.
Jumping fences or dressage;
they're equal at the meet.
Categories:
dressage, games, horse,
Form:
Rhyme
Seahorses on see-saws prance, sashay and dance
gliding majestically under the sea.
No clip nor clop for this aquatic steed
for no legs adorn its knight-in-armour body.
Instead its fins keep these hippocampus poised
as they gambol gently and frolic about.
But of course it's a horse
with its tell-tale head and mane.
Ignore the odd prehensile tail
that some over-zealous strapper coiled.
It's a special horse for an undersea course
swirling and whirling silently
through seaweed strap slalom gates.
With no trot, nor canter, nor gallop, nor panting,
but with a leisurely pace in ambling gait,
like the painted horses on a merry-go-round,
the seahorse is forever poised,
in true dressage collection.
Categories:
dressage, animal, fish, nature, ocean,
Form:
Free verse
Thoughts of you perforate my normality.
Insidiously creeping in and ‘squatting'in my heart.
You are a sitting tenant in my house of reason,
yet my heart cannot evict you, for you have become
the focus of my emotion - and I love you.
Thoughts of you occupy my fantasy:
constraints of responsibility lifted and living the dream.
No need to think of others or what ‘ought' to be,
just you and me laughing, living, loving.
or riding on a stallion wild and free.
In our normal life, the one of social expectation –
where there are rules to keep and duties to perform –
we spin in opposite wheels of existence, rarely touching:
moments often wasted, afraid of what to say.
Yet sometimes there are glimpses,a mutual acknowledgement;
a lingering look, a tentative touch, an innuendo,
toe dipping in the water of possibility;
testing the temperature in case one day
we dare to dive in and swim in the
illusionary sea of our reverie.
Yet, in reality or fantasy, one thing rings true;
one golden thread; one commonality;
whether in my dreams or in my waking: whether
riding on a stallion or performing the dressage of normality,
when I look into you eyes I know I love you,
……………and I feel you love me too.
Categories:
dressage, confusion, love, love, me,
Form:
Free verse
"Monarch"
new wings spread
blue morph
born to be king
for a short while
the butterfly reigns
cameo dressage
part of the branch
grounded majesty
in a gilded cage
a new servant to take
upon the mystery
of things
much sky to cover,
a new world, a realm
investing new age
outside the life
of the always known
that ebbs and flows by moon
swift offering
en masse as one
chalice to alter
to lift
to pray
and sing
make golden
for the next in line
an imprint
ordained by
something
greater
(LadyLabyrinth/2022)
"King Charles III: A Modern Monarch"
https://youtu.be/WpFuTCZ05p4
“I dreamed I was a butterfly,
flitting around in the sky;
then I awoke.
Now I wonder:
Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly,
or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?”
(Zhuangzi)
“When thou dost ask me blessing,
I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness:
so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales,
and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too,
who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out;
And take upon's the mystery of things,
As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out,
In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones,
That ebb and flow by the moon.”
(Shakespeare)
Categories:
dressage, change, imagery, muse, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
DRESSAGE
~~~~~~~~
I bend to your hands
Of feathery soft light
I dance and prance
To both our delight
Your hands and legs
Guide me guide
Ride me ride
Two together
Entwined
With pride
~~~~
My horse poem for today for riders who have played with this discipline, from a horse's point of view.
Categories:
dressage, horse,
Form:
Rhyme
Racer
Flat out speed
Hot blooded steed
Pacer
Speed walking race
With unmatched grace
Steeplechaser
Fearless full fledge
Ace over hedge
Dressage
Arabesques on display
The equestrian ballet
Draft
Flowing feathered heels
Beer on wheels
Trail
Rent the power
By the hour
10/28/18
Six-Word Couplet Series Encore Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
Categories:
dressage, horse,
Form:
Couplet
A handsome ebony stallion, Frederick the Great,
honors the Prussian monarch of the same name.
He never has trouble finding a mare for a date,
this Friesian stud of notable celebrity and acclaim.
He turns many curious heads wherever he goes
Curly mane and tail flowing when he is running
but Frederick gladly stops to strike a noble pose.
He's magnificently beautiful, perfectly stunning!
Trained in Dressage, but he loves to run free
Frederick is worthy of all the honors I bestow.
He even had his name in lights on a Marquee
when he made an appearance on the Late Show
He's a gentle giant who loves to give kisses
At the age of twenty, he takes center stage
Frederick loves the ladies, but has no misses,
but might find a sweetie on his face book page.
October 12, 2021
A Notable Horse Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Categories:
dressage, beautiful, horse,
Form:
Rhyme
Sophie gained a MSci degree from London University,
In 2011, when she was 23, and was born prematurely,
So her Cerebral Palsy meant that post operation rehab,
Came thru the Riding for the Disabled Association, fab.
She loved Charters School, Sunningdale, an education,
And broke onto the Paralymic scene aged 16, action,
When as the youngest GB athlete in Athens, Greece,
She won a bronze on Hotstuff in the dressage piece.
The 2005 Hungary European Championships, next year,
Saw her win three gold medals, and then next again year,
The 2007 World Championships saw her win a bronze,
And in the freestyle dressage there were gold lawns!
The Summer Paralympics came round again in 2008,
But instead of the equestrian events being held, gate,
In Beijing with everything else, they were held away,
In Hong Kong, in the Olympic Equestrian Centre, way?
So determined Sophie competed in her second games,
To win an individual gold medal in the freestyle, claims,
And won a silver medal in the championship dressage,
This time on her horse Lambrusco, groomed corsage.
At this point in time in 2009, she won the MBE proud,
For her services to disabled sports, ‘cos she’s a loud,
Patron of many charities, and 2012 saw her take gold,
Once again, in the individual freestyle, postbox gold.
Sophie was given an OBE in 2013 in the honours list,
And in 2015 won a Woman of the Future Award to assist,
She works for Goldman Sachs in the financial city, hub,
With her first class masters degree in mathematics, club.
Categories:
dressage, body, health, london, sports,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
Oldest athlete, turned 68, a healthy stalwart,
She was thought to have MS, but it's dystonia,
Atlanta 1996, and in the individual did her part,
To win the bronze, but also won gold acre,
In the team open, and in Sydney’s millennium,
Yet again won gold for the team open event;
In Athens she continued to be neat and premium,
Taking the gold again in the cogent team tent,
Then in Beijing’s fixture she won two solid golds,
For the test grade la and also in the team folds,
When her horse was Teddy Edwards groomed:
From age 16 she’s worked in a stable - consumed.
Anne won gold at Rio in the mixed team dressage,
And took silver in the individual freestyle corsage.
Categories:
dressage, animal, horse, sports, strength,
Form:
Sonnet
Lee Pearson is a para-equestrian athlete,
Because in horse jumping he does compete,
And has arlthrogryposis multiplex congenita,
Which he was born with in 1974, not bitter.
He’s a ten-times paralympic gold medalist,
‘Cos since Sydney 2000 he’s a perfectionist;
He won three gold in the 2000, 2004, 2008,
In the dressage, freestyle and team gate.
Lee was awarded an Honorary Doctorate,
From Staffordshire University in 2005 rate,
And got the MBE in 2001, the OBE in 2005,
Then was given a CBE in 2009 for his drive.
Categories:
dressage, animal, body, courage, health,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
A smile is earnt, not filigree basket handed as
Red carbon copper dressage notes shaped as rose core womb
If I laugh, the cackle, dead back throat
Then I conjoined twin it with a smile and you
Manage-á-trois with your white hollow heavens
Or if the mood should swarm me and alien I determine
To be pleasant in feeling and warmth within
Red cheeks and teeth to the nightscape
Then you copy-cat as we swallow breaths and vanish
A smile is earnt, not given as a whore
Even a whore comes with a price printed in depths
A smile for a smile's sake is a lie
A lie is deeply insulting and hideous
Smiles for nothing but air and sweet CO2
Are repellant and vomit-heavy.
_
This is my reply to a question I was recently asked.
"Do you ever smile?" At the time I only replied with "If you make me smile, then obviously
I would be smiling. But for the hell of it, generally no".
So regardless, my explaination of why smiling like an imbecile is insulting and worthless.
Categories:
dressage, me, smile,
Form:
Free verse