Best Harness Poems
Harness Racing ( Poem )
Horses pull a two wheeled cart
If it breaks you will depart
Place a bet before it starts
Good wager wins if played smart
Riders ready at the gate
Fans no longer have to wait
Athlete sport with high speed
Is a skill you surely need
At times a horse can fall down
Sad to see that come around
Last turn has crowd in a roar
We wait to hear close end score
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By: Doris Anne Beaulieu
'Tis well known that mules are a very stubborn breed,
So 'tis well to keep that point in mind ere you proceed!
They've been known to bite and they have a mighty hefty kick.
(So, how to harness a mule? Very carefully and you must be quick!)
First, you should tie the mule to a sturdy post in an open area.
This will provide you room to move about and lessen his hysteria!
Grab the collar and slide the wider open end over the mule's ears.
(While doin' this, whisper sweet nothin's to him to calm his fears!)
Fasten the hames to the collar and drape the traces over his back.
Tuck the crupper under his tail makin' sure it is somewhat slack.
Tighten the girth ensurin' it's tight, then, fasten the bellyband.
(Take a break to bind the wound where he nipped you on the hand!)
The reins are carefully threaded through the saddle and collar guides.
(You're forgiven when he steps on your foot and you holler naughty asides!)
Now, slip the halter and bridle over his ears and place the bit in his mouth.
Walla! You're ready to hitch him to the plow to turn those forty acres south!
Well, so what you may ask? Why all this fuss about harnessin' a mule?
Because you may be required to harness one someday and not look the fool!
Furthermore, with the price of gasoline risin' at the pump nowadays,
You may need to get a mule and buggy and change your gas-guzzlin' ways!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Standing tall and proud as Punch, Albert, my Suffolk, softens to receive his collar.
I lift the hames across his back,
throw over pad and traces, belts and chains,
while he stands like a scholar.
He has a generosity of spirit that shames me, his human confederate.
I buckle up the straps
and clip the breast and belly rigs,
as in my way inveterate.
Albert accepts my preparations to enslave him in horse drawn servitude without complaint. Standing ready, he paws the ground
in keen anticipation of the work ahead,
like some equine saint.
The bridle's next with cold hard bit,
yet with lowered head and open mouth he bends in submission. He's ready now to do my bidding, to oblige me with his power, nobly to go about his tasks,
without thought of opposition.
Our partnership builds daily,
like the shy appreciation of coy lovers, growing but barely.
His very compliance demands of me
an unconscious duty to use him fairly.
To trust his judgement, as he does mine,
to work as Primus Inter Pares, not overlord. I am certain always was this the bond,
even when man sat horse in armour,
and with a heavy sword.
My sword, put up these four years now, is into a ploughshare turned.
My harness is put away,
a peaceful, simple, and tranquil life re-learned.
dubious churning benevolent altruism
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freely jeopardized nuggets (revealed vital), zealously doled
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flagrant junction mandating righteous validating zero
divulgence heaves lamentable ploy, tellingly xing bald
felonious figurative joyriding, nonchalantly revealing
valuable (Ziegfeld bomb crackling) debacle, heralding
litigious proven, X-rated, basic foolhardy (Laurel) jack
knifed, networked, rapaciously villainous, zealously dubious,
horrendously lowball practices, thru (Cambridge Analytica)
xy zealots, asininely execrable, intolerantly malignant,
quintessentially ugly, yawningly dastardly, horrendously
lamentable, pathetically treasonous, xtra blameworthy,
fiendishly jawboning, mindlessly paradigm quaking,
unethical yahoo careless gross injustice jangling kow
towing, pleasing the Xmen, banefully Facebook friggin
jerky maliciously narcissistically opprobrious predacious
quisling underhandedly yo-yoing cello glomming kik off
preachiness spar!
This Age of Staggered Man
Needs a timely thought
The Invincible Destiny is hovering over head
Why the youth is being wasted
O'er things which are dead?
The invisible burden over the shoulders
Of this feeble 'hollow man' of Eliot
Is too tremendous to tread
Steadily on the Treacherous Terrain
Would all the thinking go in vain?
The heart of a poet is wrenched
With the drastically devastating domain
Of Mindless Mechanism taking over
Before it blasts the Blessings
Would it be checked and harnessed?
I rode the emotion like a horse
until the shoes fell off one by one
Leaving me silent and alone
A horseless prophet on the raging sands
—desperately trying to harness the wind
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
His Lordship built an Ivory fence
to harness all his maiden's love
for his earnest desire to wear her
was as an elegant fitting glove
yet, no part of it did she yearn,
so she stepped upon a rock
and caused him sudden shock
she looked at him; he looked her
she closed her fist then gave him a sock
then she leaned and gave him a shove
for twas not with he,did she cherish the love!
Copyright McCuen 2008
For long I worked in varied jobs,
Fending from bosses their dead lobs.
Retired, I find it tough
Getting not a day off
From new boss-- no more like doorknobs
Who demands, better learn
Your daily bread to earn,
Stern, she chases, all my peace robs.
But too late to regret
For having lost the bet,
Me, a harness horse oft called cobs.
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