Best Neighed Poems
Young Barred Jeff the hair once heired and was bard
from Barred Bare Camp cause when bear he was hard.
Neigh,said he in the bairn wear the auld stud nayed,
Owe, eye oh fare Merry her fair must bee paid.
Her fair's dew her an' eye'll faint with me stave.
The auld counselor feinted ass Jeff misbehaved.
My stave is like ewe just ask Merry's made
oar ask the yew in the dew; she'll bleat what eye said.
Barred Jeff maid a song witch told of his whiles
it went on two long wile marry Merry beguiled.
Know boatman with or, oar blacksmith can boar
wench better, he said, of this eye am sure.
Perhaps, a black stallion, perhaps a bold bore
butt, barred Jeff beared was the won who scored.
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Young Bard Jeff the heir once erred and was barred
from Bard Bear Camp cause when bare he was hard.
Nay said he in the barn where the old stud neighed,
Oh, I owe fair Mary her fare must be paid.
Her fare's due her an' I'll feint with me stave
the old counselor fainted as Jeff misbehaved.
My stave is like yew, just ask Mary's maid
or ask the ewe in the dew it'll bleat what I said.
Bard Jeff made a song which told of his wiles
it went on too long while merry Mary beguiled.
No boatmen with oar, or blacksmith can bore
wench better, he said, of this I'm quite sure.
Perhaps, a black stallion, perhaps a bold boar,
but, Bard Jeff bared was the one who scored.
They planted Hank 'neath a lonesome pine when he came to the end of the trail.
Angels ushered him to the Great Beyond and through that Mysterious Veil.
Saint Peter greeted him, sayin', "I've been a-hankerin' to meet ya, mate!"
Hank noted a sign readin' 'COWBOY SPOKEN HERE' atop the pearly gate!
"I want ya to meet a posse of pards that've been awaitin' yer arrival Hank;
There's Zeke and Tex, Fred and Jack, Moe and Slade and Jed and Frank."
"Ain't no bacon er beans here" said they, "On the choicest grub we dine!
If'n ya hanker to wet yer gullet, there's a Feller who'll turn water into wine!
And then appeared his faithful hoss Old Dan a-sportin' golden shoes!
Old Dan neighed as Hank caressed his pal and they had a genial schmooze!
On Old Dan's back embellished with silver and gold was a western saddle.
Right then and there Hank mounted Old Dan and off they did skedaddle!
As the Lord promised in the Good Book, a bunkhouse was part of the deal.
He dwelt in a room fit for a King with TV and DVD, seeming so surreal!
Hank wore a cowboy suit adorned with diamonds, rubies and jade,
Plus pointy-toed Calvin Klein cowboy boots and a vest of finest suede!
Lastly, Saint Peter placed upon his brow a bejeweled ten-gallon crown,
Sayin', "Welcome to the ranch, pard! Ye've rode the range with great renown!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
who knew?
firstoff, i wish to say, but not overdo,
that i never knew, what the new gnu knew
he never really said very much, and i knew
he wouldn't as such, since, being a new gnu
he hadn't much clue 'bout what to do
the previous gnu had a more worldly view
from Kalamazoo journeyed east to Timbuktu
beyond Katmandu south, down to old Peru
been many places, wore out many a shoe
but always believed that he'd come through
he got entangled with a bit of a shrew
a South American sheep, a hot-blooded ewe
that took every opportunity to scold and spew
venomous accusations that were mostly untrue
she really raised a big hullabaloo
he, being the good gnu we all knew
tried to smooth her feathers, to gently subdue
her wild angers towards that wildebeest
but, to little avail to say the least
yet it was the best the old gnu knew to do
he bleated that his love for her was true
she neighed loudly that no, they were through
she saw him now, from a whole different view
said she was leaving, that he should not pursue
for all she cared, he could turn into glue
she knew now she wanted the new gnu to woo
the new gnu knew amorously what would quickly ensue
but couldn't overcome with analytical review
certainty of grief from passions point of view
love's cliff came careening into abysmal view
"Ewe are what I want" the new gnu cried anew
in turn the ewe replied "i will always love you"
we'll build a life we always wanted, long overdue
have many children, a whole herd, a gnu ewe crew
we'll be happy ever after, in our own petting zoo
the new gnu thought he'd just follow through
but things went awry, let's say, far askew
the new gnu knew he'd met his own Waterloo
it wasn't long, you know, 'fore the ewe went skidoo
without even so much as a fond adieu
then the new gnu and the old gnu began to renew
a friendship, from which they both, had withdrew
i don't wish to insinuate, and not misconstrue
the bond of companionship the gnus lovingly grew
when old bonds are severed another comes on cue
now the gnus know what all beings should too
happiness and contentment depends on your view
you never know what the turn of your screw
in pursuit of a felicity, unknown hitherto
gets new gnu possibilities coming out of the blue
...thank you...
© Goode Guy 2013-05-31
When bombs rained down a neighborhood
In Shiah, south Beirut one night
A brown haired boy tight clutched his toy,
A cuddly brown-furred bear, in fright.
And sobbing through the roaring din,
He whispered to his cuddly friend:
"Oh, Teddy, Teddy, hold me tight,
And stay until the bombings end."
The cuddly bear then softly spoke:
"My little friend, be not afraid.
Just hold my hand, and never cry,
We'll go to where all toys are made."
"We'll ride a fast, green, chugging train
That goes to Cave of Childhood Joy,
Just hold on tight and walk with me."
He told the brown-haired little boy.
And toddling off, they left in haste
To board the waiting silent train,
That left the station right on time
When all the other kids were in.
It softly chugged through tunnel bright,
Then reached the Cave of Childhood Joy.
All kinds of good things, there they saw,
And everywhere a brand new toy!
There, too, were dancing ice cream cones,
Brown trees with leaves of chocolate,
A bluebird singing on a branch:
"You're welcome all to choose and eat."
They did, and drank sweet soda pop
From spring they saw there flowing by;
They played on swings with silver chains,
While ponies neighed sweet lullaby.
Some drank fresh milk from gleaming cups,
And others picked sweet berries pink,
While others ate cream puffs so soft,
All fears just vanished in a blink.
The bear then told his little friend:
"I'll go to guard the tunnel door,
To stop the ants from getting in."
He left, and couldn't tell him more.
He hurried out that joyous place,
To bravely take his sentry post,
But bombs rained down the tunnel door
The entrance got, with rubble, lost.
And when rescuers came in haste,
To search through rubble for the boy,
They didn't find a trace of him,
But just his brave and cuddly toy.
Salami for a Horse.
Driving home from the man whose profession
is to study people´s entrails, rice pudding he
had said and no booze- and for this banality
he charged me 80 euros; the car stopped and
I opened the back door- of the car- and let out
my horse. It is a small horse my feet reached
the ground and I helped the horse by walking
too- sitting. Nearing home it galloped which
was painful for my ankles.
Stabled it on the veranda, but as I had no hay
it eat the wicker chair, which displeased my cat
that used to sleep in it. Morning, the horse was
on the road the cat sat on top of it dressed as
a musketeer, looking like Tony Bandera, the cat
swung its hat the horse neighed; I opened a tin
of low fat rice pudding, - had wanted salami
on warm loaf with butter- rang for a tow- truck
and horseless began walking to the car.
HUMPTY- DUMPTY
Sat on the wall, funny fatty Humpty-Dumpty.
In egg-shaped uniform he was king’s sentry.
Eating butter and bread,
taking needle and thread
repairing shiny white dress quite pretty.
All the king’s men under Humpty- Dumpty
served prompt fifteen cups of green tea.
Humpty-Dumpty took sips
With broad wide soft lips
asked for more food and snacks from king’s pantry.
Humpty-Dumpty wanted ride on road side view.
All the king’s horses were standing in a queue.
Humpty-Dumpty chose one,
In the last race that won.
All the king’s cats and kittens started calling mew-mew.
Horse neighed loud running on stormy speed
Humpty-Dumpty had great fall but did not bleed.
Egg-shaped armour broke.
He wore a wooden cloak.
Humpty-Dumpty, King’s sentry good in deed indeed.
06/29/18
Third Place
'The mystery of Humpty Dumpty' Contest by Faraz Ajmal
El Paso
Once upon a time nestled a little western town,
At the foothills of blue mountains picturesque.
The sun fell behind and twilight colors settled,
Delightful township twinkles patterning.
Horses neighed in their stables allowed;
Even chickens murmured in adobe back yards,
Where a serpentine river’s reflections curl
Into layered canyons bending.
Once upon a time.
Once upon a newer time one by one, I saw
Houses snuggling thick up the side of those blue mountains.
Antennas were strung and swung across flat roofs;
Ribbons of a growing city’s streets snaking through.
Where a serpentine river’s reflections curl
Into layered canyons bending.
And I looked to where the little town used to be,
Flooded with childhood memories of
Once upon a time.
You could see the lone figure in the pale, fading light,
Bedding down the doggies for a restful night.
He had been in the saddle since early morn',
Now feeling the aches of the drive that made him feel "worn".
The three other horses he had taken from the remuda that day,
Were now being tied and fed, as they whinnied and neighed.
"Woh, cattle...Woh, cattle", he sang softly to the steers,
Another six weeks on the trail and he would be filling his night with beers.
When the herd was quiet, the first 'Nighthawks' came,
He sighed with relief, as he tugged on the reins.
In just a few minutes he was putting his saddle and bedroll aright,
the grub made...biscuits, beans, and salt pork for tonight.
Then he unbuckled his gunbelt and laid down in his place,
Knowing full well, he'd be up before dawn to relieve the man on the trace.
It was hard work but he loved it, or so he said,
More of the Chisolm waited for them up ahead.
Yet it was the cows, the horses, the danger, and freedom he dared,
And those few other comrades whose journey he shared.
Yes, it was this "Cowboy Life" full of its highs and lows,
It was all that he needed, and was the life he chose.
Grandma Gertie knocked back more than a few
When, of a sudden, she heard herself 'moo' --
I can hold my liquor!
She burped, and then snickered --
She 'neighed' ~ Off to the factory for glue
Here's one just for the fun of it!
Beau
I saw him at a show,
a handsome stallion named Beau,
horse with a high-stepping prance,
every judge he would please,
winning horse-shows was a breeze…
but he secretly wanted to dance.
“Cause a man named Bill Willy
had the most beautiful filly,
whom Beau really wished to impress…
but his insides turned to jelly,
when he got cramps in his belly,
thanks to Bill, he was now in a mess.
The filly called, “How do you do?”
A cute whinny Beau took for his cue,
then he gladly neighed back with delight.
Yes, Beau then took a chance;
just one direct gaze in her glance…
for he had dreamt of her, day and night.
Her coat was shiny and fair,
there she had the most stylish flair,
to Beau, she was a beauty quite unique.
She nearly took his breath away,
as his heart started racing that day,
although his legs were shaky and weak.
This filly was ready to dance,
so Beau started a hot romance,
though it seemed touch and go for awhile.
Beau forgot all about his prance,
he finally learned how to dance
and he was glad he’d gone that extra mile!
By tiptoe
Child lying
In a deep pallor
Looking out of a balcony
The last greeting
To island nature
Sunset is preparing
To surrender to the darkness
The gloomy and regal laurel
And the flight of the swifts
In the gulf and the plain
Sitting with a hat
On the bald head
Without the blond hair
The white little legs
Reflecting the rays
Of a summer sun
Your gaze is laying
Now on the surf
Of the waves that come
To their end
Now on the olive trees
And on the vines
That from the high cliff
Leap in the infinite blue
Your silent mother
From behind sees you
And sigh to the sky
To make you a miracle
Her hand reposing
On your heart
To have you still there
With her in everlasting love
But you're flying now
With your mind
On white steeds
To places that are
Forelocked to us
You already turn
Between the marine phalanges
With whitish helmets
And the deafening clang
A castle of solar flames
Is the fortress
From which you raise
Leader of your dreamlike armies
Now there is the oblivion
Of the mortal enemy
Who is sieging you
You that your body
To it g-r-a-d-u-a-l-l-y abandon
And the mirage persists
And it lays thee
Upon the wings of the sea-hawk
Then to the gallop of the stallion
That always neighed
When you came back from school
The last farewell with your mind
To your little house of red and warm bricks
With the roof of dark beams
To the vases with fragrant oregano
To the geraniums and to the oleander bush
"Goodbye friends
Yellow ginestra that whistles
Solitary pine
Scent of green algae!”
"The pain calls me
But the feeling of an Infinite
Fills me with joy
And gives me oblivion.”
“For a moment I shiver for my fever
But then I am heartened
By the grassy cliffs
The reddish vines
And the voice of mum
Whispering to me ‘My love!’”
“Prairie Storm”
The air turned
Deadly still,
The trees no
Longer swayed,
The horses neighed,
The church bells rang
Rabbits ran
For their caves.
Old men rushed
To close their doors.
Storm on the Rise!
Storm on the Rise!
Twister but a mile!
Be here in a while!
Hurry, grab the kids
To the cellar quick.
We haven’t the time
To worry.
It’s coming with a fury
The clouds grew deadly black
As deadly black can get.
Whipping and churning,
Rumbling and growling,
Twisting and swirling,
A tail was coming
With a vengeance it came:
Bolting and striking,
Snapping and crackling,
Exploding and blasting,
The tail kept churning.
The roof from the
Barn was thrown.
The windows in the
House were blown.
The trees ripped
From their roots.
The horses ran.
The rain
Came pounding.
The hail
Came battering.
The wheat field
Turned to straw.
Up from the cellar
The family rose.
The mother poured tears.
The father fell to his knees.
The little ones clung
To mother’s skirt.
There was little left.
His dreams disappeared.
The neighbors
Came calling.
The storm unkind.
He lost his mind.
The church bells rang.
On my way to the pub
I was walking to the pub at sundown
when I reach my destination the last pink rays
on the sky was vanishing,
a promise of a sunny tomorrow.
On the road, I was overtaken by a horse
that neighed politely,
on its back, a crow sat using a foul language.
On the way back home I was late had
been playing poker with matches,
I lost a box.
I met the horse it offered to
take me home the foul crow hade gone.
I stabled the horse in the garage
gave it bread and water.
Next morning it was gone.
The crow sat on the window ledge
demanding a silver soup spoon and
an assortment of nuts.
Tall tale conveyed
A little like a charade
Was about a mermaid
Partook in a parade
Long golden hair in braid
Eyes brilliant of gems inlaid
Seated on a throne of jade
Draped in seaworthy brocade
She was beautifully portrayed
While her graceful horses neighed
They passed by a colourful arcade
Enchanted was she by a serenade
Suddenly craved a wild exotic escapade
Ran off with an attractive mate in mascarade
Thought he’d treasure her heart soft as suede
But quickly the wondrous fantasy decayed
Realizing she’d been misplayed
Heartbroken and betrayed
She’d been remiss and overstayed
With much reason to be afraid
Perilously parched if further delayed
She urgently made her way through the glade
To the closest waterfall cascade
Moral of the story aptly made
When you’re a mermaid
Guest in a parade
Whether paid or unpaid
Do not cross the barricade
Submitted on October 3, 2020 for contest SECOND CHANCES NA POEMS of 2020 sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 6TH
and on October 2, 2020 for contest YOUR BEST UNCLAIMED POEM sponsored by JOHN HALMILTON
Originally posted on February 20, 2018
There was a boy
Named Rancho Roy
He had a horse
Whose name was Force
They loved to ride
Out far and wide
Force used to take
Him to the lake
Where he sat long
And wrote a song
Called "Rider's Hill -
Ride to your fill"
When they came back
He had a snack -
Fresh cake and tea
And cream cookie
Force his hay ate
Happily neighed
Rancho took rest
His life was best
04.21.2021
For Eve Roper's "Nursery Rhyme 5" contest