Best Lassoing Poems
On a bicycle, freedom's flight
Pedaling 'cross the horizon
Reflections of blue in my sight
With dreams of lassoing the sun
A girl's spinning wheels leave the ground
On a bicycle, freedom's flight
O'er the treetops without a sound
Veils of darkness fall out of sight
Wishing in the morning star's light
Bright tomorrows, I wait to greet
On a bicycle, freedom's flight
My pink beauty with flowered seat
Dark days return and tides do rise
Still, memories soothe in the night
Two wheels like wings of butterflies
On a bicycle, freedom's flight
Categories:
lassoing, childhood, fantasy,
Form:
Quatern
When words are running rampant
You just have to rein them in.
By lassoing a few of them,
At least you can begin.
They’ll buck and kick and race around,
Defiantly at first,
Especially the adjectives –
You know that they’re the worst.
But once you calm them down and let
The verbs and adverbs mix,
The nouns and pronouns may decide
To use their bag of tricks…
Releasing prepositions
And conjunctions by the score.
You want some interjections?
Hey! You couldn’t ask for more.
If all the parts of speech are caught
You don’t have an excuse.
Without a poem resulting,
You should go and let them loose.
So string them all together
And you’ll possibly succeed
In creating, from these random words,
Some poetry to read.
Categories:
lassoing, poems, words,
Form:
Rhyme
My friends are my family.
Except....they like me, they adore me, they say nice things about me.
My friends understand that in a writer's life, sometimes I ignore their
phone calls, their emails and their texts.
If my muse is on fire, I am not a good friend.
My friends are my lifeline. They are always lassoing me in,
to gently let me know I have gone too far, said too much, or said too little.
My friends are the people I can trust to keep
the outrageous things I say, in confidence and
if they have to share, I know they will use generalizations,
not saying the who of it.
My friends are the up-standers, not the bystanders.
Even if we disagree, we still respect each other, love
each other and hug each other big before and after
dinner.
My friends use fantastic, optimistic, adjectives to describe me and
all of their other friends.
My friend s introduce me to their other friends, so I have friends.
My friends jump and shout and twirl and tell their friends when something
good happens to me.
My friends stand by me, no matter how rudely my writer self treats them.
My friends are my family.
Written April 24th, 2018
Categories:
lassoing, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Peace and Love to You
Like the blazing rays of sunshine
Following the torrid rains,
You flashed into my life
Dissipating the darkness
Of weary times—
Lassoing your rainbow,
I rode over the arch of delusion
And galloped down into the radiant
Bliss of life anew; dancing
An ebony and ivory melody
Tried and true:
Peace and Love from me to you.
Categories:
lassoing, analogy, cute love, hope,
Form:
Free verse
It sounded so cool,
coming from the master
wordsmith there on the cover
of "Poets and Writers".
didn't he look like he knew?
White hair and beard,
impeccable, black turtleneck,
coarse cloth overcoat,
turned out, casual and
desciplined.
More like mapping the magi or
apping the magus.
Maybe lassoing the ocean.
Ma, put the pin in Gina.
Look for the ion in nation.
Start small yet the boundaries
are so...like an obsessive killer
getting rid of fingerprints,
it never ends.
I want to be like Mike!
Casual discipline, throwing
out the red herrings
with the bath water.
It is after all a wash and
pretty soiled to boot,
and reboot.
My god, I've only gone
from left to right
on this mapping thing.
Dare I go from right to left?
Damn! I give up. You have
a thirty year headstart.
I'll just have to draw
my own darn maps.
Categories:
lassoing, imagination, on writing and
Form:
Free verse
Cattlemen in the evening sky
Who have gone to their by and by
Have been seen now and again
By those considered special friends.
Ridin' the stars and ropin' the moon
Making it easy as they zoom
Only one in a million times they miss
They're lassoing is very crisp.
Each helps the stars that's in the sky
So they may always stay up high
When they're not careful we lose a star
That once was seen from quite afar.
Now with the greenhorns they have fun
When they show each how it is done
Ridin' the stars and ropin' the moon
Making it easy as they zoom.
Categories:
lassoing, adventure, friendship, stars,
Form:
Rhyme
May sunshine and scattered showers
Countdown days and sleepless hours
Village maidens creep from their bowers
Meet amongst the meadow flowers
In a circle they skip and dance
Whilst chanting their love one's name
Enticing as moths to a flame
Each to another and all the same
Jethro, Saul, Piers and Lance.
As storm clouds darkened the blue sky
Each maiden emitted a sigh
Happily with vocals on high
hurried home, to wait bye and bye
Fair Suzette wished to be Piers wife
He waited for the day's sunset
to spread it's golden riverlet
For Piers was in love with Suzette
Dame Fortune had smiled on his life
Piers was due an inheritance
Came by way of a recompense
Family feuds were once intense
Thankfully all now make good sense
The moon lightened his way ahead
He walked then rested for awhile
Reading her note he did smile
Then hurried on over the style
Spurred on by love he quickly tread
Bleating sheep barring his way along
Moved aside as he sang love song
Twas her his heart did belong
He hoped her heart was just as strong
Thoughts of meeting made his heart thud
To rendevous she had agreed
The marshy fen and the tall green reed
Bogged down his progress to impede
He soldiered on caked in the mud
As overhead storm clouds passed
Sinking, helpless, he stared aghast
ankles, then knees he was stuck fast
Frantic, his eyes about him cast
Wind caught words blown far away
Then came a glowing lantern flame
Wending a pathway to her swain
For her his fear he overcame
He lowered his head and then did pray
He heard wild ponies stampeding
Then towards Piers they then did swing
He searched his pockets for some string
Lassoing one did upwards spring
Oh joy he thought my lucky day.
He gained control with frantic haste
Then across the fen he did race
To lift Suzette to his embrace.
They married and named their child May
Categories:
lassoing, emotions, feelings, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Yesterday the mice had full reigns of the house
In every corner a set of beady eyes looked on
The rodeo of mice soon grew up to be a bad mouse
We tried lassoing them but all they do is spawn
Nothing could stop the womanizer to cease
We'd put traps and cages out throughout the floor
But the big bad mouse would steal the cheese
And look back at our family, laughing for more
The kids gave nickname to the king and queen
Their names were Squeaky and Freaky for sure
For both were noisy and ugly and kept causing a scene
Yet if only there was a cure to make our home secure
We needed professional help to stop the nightmares
We needed to escape the wild wild west at our feet
Please, please mice find another rodeo and musical chairs
For we plead in regaining our good dreams and be complete
The ordeal finally came to a screeching stop and blockade
For the pros came to our house and put out some bait
It may have cost dearly to settle, for I have paid
Today the dust has cleared and we have a blank slate
2/15/23
This or That, Vol 16 Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Edward Ibeh
Categories:
lassoing, family, home, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Fiddle, Faddle, Fart,
My brain is falling apart.
Tweedle, Twaddle, Dee,
Oh deary me!
Fanny, Dango, and Flirt,
What will go first?
Lassoing my feet with panties,
Just to be neat!
Slinging bras around breasts,
With renewed defeat!
Starting out all curious and gay,
Always cheering on a new day!
Now we are in reverse,
Amazed we made it to a new day!
Now all we have to do,
Is get out of bed and find our shoes!
Categories:
lassoing, age, children, silly,
Form:
Free verse
Garments
Opened the wardroom’s door, suits and jackets worn
so long looked like sad copies of me.
Gave all my clothes to the salvation army, which gave
them to people not unlike me.
Too much textile is a heavy burden one becomes and
snug in old suits losing interest in adventures.
I bought a pair of jeans and a matching jacket, walked out
at dawn’s first light, began looking for a horse, failing that
a mule to transport me when I traverse the landscape
of imagining, I’m a cowboy lassoing dreams.
Categories:
lassoing, best friend, butterfly, funny
Form:
Burlesque
Loneliness wears me from head to toe using
zipper teeth lengths of excruciating, debilitating
months that are capable of choking all my hope.
I feel lifeless as I attempt transforming into a bright
mood color with a sassy sash to influence an upbeat
attitude capable of playfully lassoing fulfilling peace.
There is but one thing in my life I wish would suck
yet, my plugged in, brand new vacuum will not work.
... CayCay
September 13, 2019
Life Poetry Imagism Contest
Categories:
lassoing, change, character, conflict, deep,
Form:
Imagism
oh, the so-sublime motion of your sway
dressed in naught but the moon's wisps
sole fascination of the gods themselves
should Valhalla ever hold the refinement
to abide such flawlessly beguiling rhythm …
from heels to hips to dimpled shoulders
you toss your birthday outfit with intent
seductive swing lassoing my gaze, entire
the drift of your narcotic motion blooms
enough to best the Gardens of Babylon …
yet the whitest, purest blossoms known
would blush to crimson for the sole sake
of your unblemished, magnetic contours
the stairs and stars, swinging in tempo
to the dance of your fair and fluidic flesh …
pray these eyes, do not ever blink again
lest I chance to miss an instant of that
saucy, sinuous, room-sweeping saunter
pray this heart, do not ever thrum again
lest it interrupt your perfect ... cadence.
~ 6th Place ~ in the "Nude Descending A Staircase" Poetry Contest, John Lawless, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
lassoing, appreciation, beauty, body, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
I've spent my entire life avoiding
becoming a material man, the
tentacles of competition growing out
of my heart, fed by the springs of my
soul...
functioning as some mythical creature, lassoing
and capturing passing ships of my environment,
controlling my reach of eternal sea –
it is the disease of the spirit,
not to nurture, but to conquer....
Statesmen are not politicians,
the scourge of humanity
leaders are not dictators nor kings
missing a crown of thorns,
the crown of love...one cannot love
the world and God in the same heart
of experience...
to govern...to rule...
is to remain slave to your Body of Fears....
(We live within our lines (EXPRESSIONS)...tracks on our arms, neighborhoods, political parties, nationalities and wealth (which is thought to be safety and power -- what we don't do in abundance, is live WITHIN Christ's body -- a body of pure love)
Categories:
lassoing, inspirational, love, perspective, philosophy,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Stretching my mind accross the dreamscape,
Trying desperatly to find an open door,
Where i can pluck my sane thoughts
From the whirlwind,
Tuck them safely back in again
Bloody knees and knuckles struggle up the mountainside
No ray of hope to light my way
As i fight thru the fray
At long last i see the enemy of my soul
Lassoing the whirlwind
Spinning my thoughts catatonically
I stretch my hands to the heavens
Scream the name of Jesus
And the dream evaporates
into a misty black haze,
I awake, clear in thought
Peace at heart
Breathe his spirit in deep
Ready for the next battle
Categories:
lassoing, faith,
Form:
Free verse
"We Are All Stardust - Milky Way" by JonMarc
I softly brush stardust from your cheek, and only an enticing
smile parts your lips. Your smooth skies, captivating and unspoken,
satiate. Like a distant galaxy, you are a mystery, lassoing my soul
with cosmic splendor. Near you, I am entranced. A celestial sparkle
in your eye catches mine, taking my breath, and I see more brilliance
than all the stars shining in the Milky Way.
Date – 6/13/20
Contest – Stardust
Sponsor – Nette Onclaud
Categories:
lassoing, romance, sky, stars,
Form:
Free verse