Best Horsehair Poems

Alone  the bones of the room bear no weight 
of responsibility nor does it bare its breast of secrets

a broken pane provides a breath with a pang of lavender
a wistful inhale inhabits the lungs of this space
as the room tries to embrace  ...

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F a n t a s y
sold on a 50’s bottle cap; 
a party-girl side-saddle sits
on a double-edged crescent moon
up high —a silver scythe in glamour-night sky
corners of her cherry mouth upturned
her right hand raises her glass  a toast to the stars
frothy head of...

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It was a tin-roof wooden house standing 
Across the red brick cobblestone street 
Adjacent to a wide open field full
Of shady live oak and sweet smelling tangerine trees where 
My father’s boyhood home was nestled  
Quietly in his home town. 

Often times we’d travel...

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Violins plucking strings
of horsehair, satin ribbons
violet violate a dark
foresaken world
like a beautiful dream 
romance unravels 
the sweet pain 
comes undone
then those wild horses
dance macabre neck-to-neck
racing all the way home 
for want of a better country, 
these beautiful creatures
limbs racing all lathered
opening wide 
and unconquered 
plunder...

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On the Isle of Skye, water runs down the Cuillin mountains into waterfall streams
It's a beautiful and tranquil place
Where the local fairies live, play and dream

A red-bearded Scotsman walks from his village
He carries his beloved bagpipes in hand
He heads to the magical Fairy Pools
To play...

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I.	Creation

Before the troubles of the world infect the soul
The magic of imagination creates a womb
Devoid of torment, pain, and stress. Rainforests, 
Jungles, beaches, other worlds of elation where 
You are always the victor in battle, the one
Who finds true love, alpha and omega. Never 
Landing...

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B52s above the Aleutians?
It never was a Red Dread global mission.
Fidel was just Galician patrician,
and Ho and Mao were scholarly Confucians.

They wore those uniforms like horsehair vests,
to carve from abject nothingness an entity,
a national and regional identity,
ingredients which only coalesced

when nascent nations donned that soviet...

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A lonely fiddle, its strings once taut tense and
stretched, waiting to be tuned and played.
The limp horsehair bow, longs to be tightened
and drawn in sweet reverberations.

From the poem "Strings"
posted Jan 27, 2018
for Greg's Arbitrium Divisa contest...

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Bought home in a battered case one day 
He took it out and and scratched away
Playing out of tune and terribly flat
He scared the daylights out of the cat

The horsehair that ran along the bow
Had escaped and departed long ago 
Never mind, he played without...

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her fingers play like spiders
nimbly dancing on a web of iron
it lies on the smoothest rosewood
her prey is built of horsehair

such powerful vibrations!
such music to her ears!
quickly her prey dances back and forth
tho never does she escape

the wooden casket sings songs of old
still the iron...

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Goin alone,
Why must my travels be so stale.
No love to quote, no tales to tell,
I'm on troubled waters, no beacon to see.

At home I'm always alone.
Why O' why?
No satiation in my soul,
I'm idle and dark like a noir stained bowl.

Pale face, lonely state,
O' blind man...

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Cloudburst Louis
Paints in colors bright
Imagination driven
With all of his might

Blessed canvas glows
Pure horsehair magic
Beauty born from pain
Muse favors tragic

Autism schism
Torn from the world
Quiet little dolphin
Oceans unfurled...

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The judge is snoring for victory of my conviction
Every night, I merry in comfort of his spouse
My skin has become a palimpsest of fleeting sensation
And each layer bore the imprint of my Doxie

Instead of a red carpet,  to flaunt my asset
I walk on a...

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A lonely fiddle, its strings once taut tense and
stretched, waiting to be tuned and played.
The limp horsehair bow, longs to be tightened
and drawn in sweet reverberations.

A grounded kite, too long flightless -
too long not tethered to laughter
and coaxed to fly in a summer sky
on the...

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Pick a place you want to go
The answer never will be no
How about a rustic inn?
One where we have never been
With cottages on private coves
Overlooking lilac groves
Horse and buggy romance rides
Snow capped, pine tree mountainsides
Cozy, warm, big fireplace
Reflecting, glowing off your face 
Nooks and crannies,...

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