Best Horseman Poems
One Halloween night when I was five
Rain pelted city streets, we stayed inside
Dad lit the Jack-o-lantern candle
Told us the tale of a famous vandal
One “Headless Horseman” in Sleepy Hollow
‘Twas Ichabod Crane he chose to follow
Crane ran breathlessly, was terrorized
(At this point my father’s eyes looked wild)
Thundering behind him through the forest
The hooves of a horse and a rider headless
Carrying a sword to strike Ichabod
(Dad grabbed a spatula, swung it like a rod)
Not just we children but our mother too
Gasped at the thought of Ichabod pursued
High winds cut off our electrical power
As in our kitchen three children cowered
Orange light from the pumpkin’s evil eyes
Showed Dad seemed to have dematerialized
The youngest, I felt something run through my hair
I screamed aloud in horror and despair
The lit pumpkin fell from table to floor
Darkness as I ran through the kitchen door
Leaping into bed, pulling up the sheets
Dad snuck into my room, whispered, “Trick or treat”
So if you think I am a drama queen
Please realize that it’s all in my genes
Happy Halloween!
Jesus Christ
Life ground to a halt
living down a dead end street
where there's no sunlight
and shadows of doubt linger...
Till your love blew them away.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
Then East of Eden,
Flown West passed Sun
No dead end, new life begun.
The ink of poems,
And tears, all dried,
Eternal hope and peace abide.
Death ground to halt.
The streets asphalt
Shines clear and bright,
With the Son's eternal Light.
No doubt or dread
In heaven lingers,
Poet pens lyrics for
Heavenly singers.
The tears and doubts
Of dying day
Are gone,
...Your love blew them away.
In Fond Memory of Harry Horseman
in collaboration with his poem; 'Jesus Christ'
Rest in the fullness of joy Harry
With love,
BJ
An invisible power,
brings forth a new rider.
The second of four,
rendering an eminent fire.
War and destruction,
he's dispatched to deliver.
Countless souls will perish,
their blood flowing like rivers.
His judgement now emanates,
cast swiftly throughout the land.
Repent convinced,
or prepare to engage in a last stand.
His fury conducted,
could very well be your last.
Keep God in your heart,
and put sin in your past.
This second of 4,
his horse will be red.
He comes for your soul,
so don't go to bed.
Before the end,
we have been told.
A horse will ride,
into the fold.
The first of four,
will be all white.
He will deceive,
with forceful might.
He will seem good,
with boastful cheer.
He will try and unite,
and end all fear.
The words he'll spit,
out from his mouth.
Comes from the dragon,
deep down in the south.
*The first horseman will differ with different interpretations of the bible. This poem is about the interpretation that the 1st is the anti Christ*
If this interpretation offends anyone let me know and I can offer a revised poem to accommodate both interpretations.
The Headless Greenlandic Horseman
A Meditation in 6 parts.
Avalanche
I.
The sky is starry
The night is scary
I'm very afraid
of the living dead;
On a mission; or Fugitives in the city
II.
The headless Greenlandic horseman
speaks Kalaallisut very well indeed,
plus Dansk and English! What a man!
A polyglot he is! Yes, sir! Although he
Is evil and wants to behead Mr. Donn
Oh! How horrible! How horrible! The
reason being, Donn owes him plenty
of money. More than 500.000 bucks!
Camera Obscura
III.
Mikko Donn (whose dad is Finnish) is a fugitive in the city
& Hansen, the cowboy from Kalaallit Nunaat, is his hunter;
500.000 U$ is that debt's figure, folks;
Oh! This is horrid! Truly horrid for sure!
I contemplate upon this very jittery and jumpy
Oh, I am scared! Oh, yes! I am scared!
Donn's head is at stake--because he's a debtor;
Another headless man? And multilingual again?
Isn't that whimsical? A headless man wants to
decapitate another man and both speak many
superb languages! That's admirable! Yes, sir!
Spasmodic Apostrophes
IV.
Ave Hansen, Morituri te Salutant
anthropologizing, vexillologizing;
Well, Donn's head is still extant.
Though, I dare ask, for how long?
Equestrian Interregnum
V.
Fear is what Donn feels
even down to his heels;
He feels he's gonna puke
even though he is a duke!
The philanderer's philter will save him no longer
The Greenlander and his plug are after him;
There's no escape--the event is rather grim;
He is doomed. Period. Good-bye, fishmonger!
Hurkle! Hurkle! Hurkle!
VI.
Donn's head is safe now. Why?
Because of my idea; Donn is a fish vendor
and has a friend who is a surgeon;
Therefore, I suggested "What about implanting
a fish's head on Hansen? Wouldn't it be nice?"
Donn okayed what I said & called his friend,
Mr. Sherry, the surgeon. Hansen accepted.
They made a deal. Besides the fish's head,
Donn has to teach Hansen Suomi, a
perfect language. And that's how this tale
ends. Hansen and Donn became friends
and ate partridges together.
The lonely horseman of old rides down that long,
lonely road.
Kings and Queens lodge and entertain him for the night.
In the morning it is always the same,
the nobility watch him as he rides out through the palace's gates.
This handsome man rides to find his beautiful lady whom he has never
really seen, but this lady is forever haunting his dreams.
For now no false loves will he receive.
Until his search has come to an end, he continues to ride down that long, lonely road.
by S.E. Clark
One Halloween night when I was five,
rain pelted city streets, we stayed inside.
Dad lit the Jack-o-lantern candle,
told us the tale of a famous vandal.
One “Headless Horseman” in Sleepy Hollow,
‘twas Ichabod Crane he chose to follow.
Crane ran breathlessly, was terrorized,
(At this point my father’s eyes looked wild).
Thundering behind him through the forest,
the hooves of a horse and a rider headless.
Carrying a sword to strike Ichabod.
(Dad grabbed a spatula, swung it like a rod).
Not just we children but our mother too,
gasped at the thought of Ichabod pursued.
High winds cut off our electrical power
as in our kitchen three children cowered.
Orange light from the pumpkin’s evil eyes
showed Dad seemed to have dematerialized.
The youngest, I felt something run through my hair,
I screamed aloud in horror and despair.
The lit pumpkin fell from table to floor,
darkness as I ran through the kitchen door.
Leaping into bed, pulling up the sheets,
Dad snuck into my room, whispered, “Trick or treat.”
So if you think I am a drama queen,
please realize that it’s all in my genes
In one quick flash, while humankind rests
poisoned rain devours, seething like burnt fume...
that all the world like raged Babylon screams
when Fourth Horseman, on a knifed eve, descends
shrouded by darkness, rider now earthbound
collapsing stars and trees on ghastly stead,
lungs haemorrhage in terror of night’s tide
found in Revelations once prophesized...
hoofs trample burnt flesh , spiked by death’s revenge
a time destined...a quest for greedy blood
that in roar of voices, church bells freeze tolls.
Divine One looks at His creatures, pleas from souls;
Mad horseman gallops away as Light spins
unto earth, promise of fresh beginnings.
Apocalypse Rising Contest of Poetess Darkly
A Horseman
https://www.youtube.com/edit?o=U&video_id=V9rXOdSslKA
Just watching the Magnificent Seven again,
Seen it many times of course,
Yul Brynner and Steve Mc Queen,
Two horsemen a sitting their horses,
When horse and man move as one,
You know, these are men that can ride,
Old drovers could tell in a heartbeat,
Yes it’s a matter of pride,
For when you have lived in the saddle,
And you feel the beat of his heart,
Your horse does carry you gladly,
gets a grip, like your only sweetheart ,
but my friend and I are now parted,
no longer his whinny or sigh,
but I still have his saddle,
just a horseman, a waiting to die.
Don Johnson
Endlessly seeking what once was his,
he rides through the night searching pell-mell,
his destiny unknown and undefined.
His ebony horse speeds on two toes,
lathered, panting, fatigue’s sign tell-tale,
controlled by his hard master’s mind.
Grim tormentors in dogged pursuit,
their prophetic mission sent from Hell;
canines hungrily track as assigned.
Spurring his spirited steed forward,
night moaning with the presaging knell,
he cracks his whip made of human spine.
The massive serpentine sword aloft
he seeks to avenge himself – to quell –
severs his victim’s head from behind.
Alas, not his, his plight continues.
Infinite circle, a casted spell
He must break before bursting his confine.
Ceaseless searching to settle the score,
the Headless Horseman arises once more.
The headless horseman
Appears to folk on dark nights
They scream like banshees
The black steed gallops away
Frightened by such loud noises
For Suzette’s tanka contest
People fear me - touch not blood
yet through their own i do yet flood
I lie...and steal from their tender love
Send many down...Send some above.
I take their light touch as my own slicing tounge-
and whisper myself into vein and lung.
they try to fight!
they squirm - they pray.
i rend their flesh,
more everyday.
Succulent sweat and bile sublime
Even in the air i dance, with time.
they flee from me.
they shudd'r my kiss.
why do they fear my final bliss?
i do not care.
they taste yet ... the same
even as they hiss my name.
those who hate me - i take them too-
worm my way though their gloves of blue
they tried to end me
they yet do fight.
And so they weep now - wheeze in night.
they thought mine weren't yet unto me-
And so, they too, are becoming me.
their blood, it's burning up...so high
will Fever take them to God-knows-nigh?
Or sister's loving, ending we?
tearing the cells
so gleefully
My Family follows me you see.
We'll take it all
ev'ry last bit.
Human lives do end so quick.
Thay failed to fear me, they failed to see
that one so small can kill violently.
Now they know me- Now they've named me.
Letters and numbers...H's and 3's.
We've had other names,
playing the same game,
burning and tearing so many, so long.
We've done so ever since Old Abram's song.
They knew us not then,
Knew not what we were-
But by now, dear host, you've probably heard.
The killers are here,
know now not mercy.
I AM IN YOUR HEART, YOUR BLOOD, DON'T YOU SEE?
I am the sickness to sing you to sleep.
When i am in you, you too are me.
Headless Horseman (Serventesio)
He rides through the forest nightly
Looking for a soul to pray on,
Child clings to his mother tightly
Hoping to see the light of dawn.
The headless horseman laughs loudly
While tears swell in the mother's eyes,
Horseman raises his sword proudly
The night is filled with the child's cries.
Headless horseman reveals himself
To the little motherless boy,
Collects heads to put on his shelf
His little life, is now destroyed.
The horseman is filled, with such joy
His collection goes in his bag,
He leaves behind the little boy
His heart tossed away like a rag.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Nov.2/2005
It's only supposed to be 4 lines long for this style, but once I started writing, I couldn't stop.
Got this idea from a pic on Digital Blasphemy.
A Horseman
Just watching the Magnificent Seven again,
Seen it many times of course,
Yul Brynner and Steve Mc Queen,
Two horsemen a sitting their horses,
When horse and man move as one,
You know, these are men that can ride,
Old drovers could tell in a heartbeat,
Yes it’s a matter of pride,
For when you have lived in the saddle,
And you feel the beat of his heart,
Your horse does carry you gladly,
gets a grip, like your only sweetheart ,
but my friend and I are now parted,
no longer his whinny or sigh,
but I still have his saddle,
just a horseman, a waiting to die.
Don Johnson 18-sep-11
FRANK H.
Contest Name WHAT TURNS YOU ON?
He had a body like a stone
Rough hewn, taught to the bone
With veins obscenely sewn.
Into Leather muscles, grimly honed
And sat on an empty throne
A tower of harrowing tales
Of heroes who come to prevail
Those who he gleefully flailed
Who's ships now fly skin sails
For under this armour, a shadow
Who starved those who dain show
The depth of their loved ones sorrow
A man of obsidian, a Monolith
Death’s very own blacksmith
The curse upon every sinners lips
The chair sits in the center, alone
It's limbs twisted like a devils grail
Held by dirty bones which harrow
Each soldier to gaze forthwith
At the coming of Apocalypse.