Best Neighs Poems
A horse that runs wild and free
Enjoys freedom with each stride
No saddle on his withers be
No grazing muzzle as a guide
No headpiece on his poll abides
His fetlock and his coronet feel the tickle of the grass
As his forelock ruffles in the breeze
No horseshoe on his hoof amass
With the wind he trots with ease
His gaskin flexes to run at his decree
His frog feels the soft earth as he stands
his coat feels the soothing rain
Unbridled by the bit's demand
His neighs echo through the plains
Upon these green fields, he reigns
His stifle and his hock aches once in awhile
But a good gallop 'neath the dome
of sky, brings him back in form and style
No crupper on his croup as he roams
For this horse calls freedom home.
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10/4/16
*The crupper is the strap that runs from the horse's dock, over the croup, to the saddle.
I remember a riding pony I had as a lad which was born blind. A filly she was born during an
Arkansas blizzard and we did not know that she was blind at first for we kept our horses in our
barn for several days because of the winter storm. We all had fallen in love with her by the time
we learned she was blind and could not bear to put her down. I remember training her to ride
after she was mature enough and I named her “Pet” for she was my riding pony.
We spent many happy days together riding inside the green pastures.
I remember she never refused to let me ride her even the first time. And she learned very
quickly to respond to my voice and she trusted in every command that I gave her.
I would say, “easy Pet” when we would come to rough terrain or an eroded ditch in the
pasture. She would slow to a careful walk, in response to my voice.
I would ride her down into the lower part of the pasture to the creek in hottest part of the day.
Pet could of course smell the water and when she would come near the bank of the creek I
would again say, “easy Pet” and she would respond by slowing to a snail’s pace down the steep
bank.
Pet would wade out about belly depth into the water where she would drink her fill of the cool
clear water. And I would use her back as a diving board launch and swim to my heart’s delight.
After she was through drinking I would climb on her back again and give her head to her and
she would trot to the barn where she knew I would give her treats, such as carrots, apples,
sugar cubes and so on.
I remember I never did have the heart to make her run full speed as
I supposed that her blindness was burden enough in her life for her to bear.
It is said of truth that one gets to keep in heaven those things of this life that were loved sufficiently.
I know that my beloved Pet shall be my precious playmate again in the heavenly ethereal of the Spirit.
Pet lives on even now in the depths of my childhood memories. Her loving low neighs as she
approached me by smell, and her nuzzles into my pocket for the sugar cubes she knew would
always be there for her. In heaven I shall see my Pet again, and this time she will see me,
maybe for the first time.
For and in honor of Carol Brown
and Contest.
I rode to power on a Midwest horse,
Bearing amongst the feathers in my cap this terse brief
from my broken people:
To lay waste to the irksome order
That home and abroad now prevails.
Strained voices break out in the valley below
And many more in the world across the seas
Bidding me to dismount at once
And move to saddle the global kingdom
Of Reagan, Roosevelt, Clinton, ...
That now is mine to ride.
Yet this very kingdom I came to crush;
My Midwest horse, I wouldn't trade for it!
In her neighs, I hear a nay
Forbidding me to consider the bargain.
Her counsel I think I'll heed
For between the two, she's the easier to ride.
A horse that trots on cheap lies
Or a kingdom that floats on costly allies--
That's the question I now confront.
His mane is long and he is very proud
He neighs and roars and laughs so very loud
Always blissfully joyful as could be
Many funny stories he shares with me
My dear horse loves day and night to prance
Forever asks me won’t you learn to dance
Whenever he decides to come to life
That’s when he asks me to become his wife
I stop I look I laugh and laugh some more
I know we would be happy to the core
Under the setting sun just him and me
But you should know that I am only three
AP: Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2021, 2nd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on March 11, 2020 for contest SOME PARADISE WHERE HORSES GO sponsored by MICHELLE FAULKNER - HONORABLE MENTION
Sometimes it shrieks, hoots or creaks,
whistles, cries, trills or squeaks,
rattles, russles gurgles or moans,
babbles, crackles, grunts or groans.
Sometimes it chatters, chirps or howls,
baas, ribbits, hisses, roars or growls,
cackles, coos, squawks or crows,
chitters, bleats, clucks or bellows.
Sometimes it, barks, buzzes or caws,
clicks, gobbles, gurbles or heehaws,
moos, humms, oinks, meows or neighs,
peeps, purrs, quacks, snuffles or brays
the silence of nature is a never-ending song,
forget your troubles and come sings along.
As dawn starts to streak across the sky
heralding in the new born day.
Feisty rooster already perched on the wall
giving forth with all his might, he crows.
Sleepy hens, ducks and geese scat for worms.
Low moos emitting from the milking parlour
mingling with the sucking sounds of machines
as they gather the rich creamy milk in containers.
Banging of impatient hooves from the shire horses
hungry for their grain, tossing heads and stamping,
loud neighs and whinnies fill the early dawn.
Soon they will be at work ploughing and farrowing fields.
Farmhouse door opens smell of eggs and bacon wafting,
farmer's wife emerges carrying pails heavy with slops.
As she nears the pigsty the grunts and squeals grow
barging, pushing as they search for tasty scraps.
A caterwaul of noise from the rookery deafening,
as they wheel and spin around the yard thieving.
Slowly as the animals return to the sweet meadows
life settles back to normal, until tomorrows dawn.
written 09/15/2013
contest Nature
Behind paned glass, she’ll pass her days.
Eyes fixed across the frozen fields.
Her ruby smile, a thin disguise.
Betrothed to him, steadfast she prays.
On coldest day, they said goodbyes.
Forever true, with their love sealed.
The summer orchard’s ripe with plums.
She waits and cries for dreams untold,
as farm chores help her days to pass.
Her soldier's safe return shall come
when laughter climbs from greenest grass
and warm sunrays paint lovers gold.
Summer’s steps wane to fall’s swift stride.
In fiery heart, her love still burns.
As leaves rustle and gently strum,
only her cat holds tears she’s cried.
She’s lulled with neighs; the old barn hums.
His angel keeps till he returns.
A year has gone, she passes days
with animals to feed and groom.
Their bright eyes seem to understand
how fears can burrow under hay.
In uniform at altar grand,
A bride dreams of her handsome groom.
" The Horse and The Storm Cloud ... "
(From The Solomon Studies Series) # 4
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29)
The Horse and The Storm Cloud
Both Have Thundered Over The Plains
The Horse and The Storm Cloud
Both Race and Are Hard To Restrain
The Horse and The Storm Cloud
Both Rise Then Bolt Like Arrows Aimed
The Horse and The Storm Cloud
Both Desire To Reach Fruits and Grains
The Horse and The Storm Cloud
Both Upon Hilltops Have Reigned
The Horse and The Storm Cloud
Both Have Glistened With Heavy Rain
Tho' One Is Ridden and One Never Reined
Both Have Wild Beauty Forever Untamed
Tho' One Claps
and One Paws The Ground
One Neighs In The Wind
& One Wears Lightning's Crown
The Horse and The Storm Cloud
Both Characterize Nature's Fame
The Horse and The Storm Cloud
GOD Made Both Unique, But Flash The Same
The Horse and The Storm Cloud
Both, GOD Will Make Sure - Earth Retains
Written & Copyrighted ©: 1/7/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
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Growing up in West Texas (oh yeah, I love horses) ...
there was a riding ranch that opened up near my family's
home. So, I've ridden horses ever since I was in my early
teens.
I came to appreciate that the horse is a sensitive, noble
and beautiful creature. Hence, I felt I had to state my
affinity and admiration for this unique beast, (not just
with one poem but two)
The horse has been in such close association with man
and mankind's history ... So that is why I wrote the posts
enumerating the qualities of the magnificent creature
that is the horse ...
Now, I'm not the greatest equestrian (by any
means, but I've got a good seat for riding (lol)
And if you do, find yourself on a sunny day, with time
on your hands, take a leisurely ride on a horse and you'll
be hooked for life (I know I am) (All you Horse-Riders
out there, know what I'm talking about, I know)
Hope readers enjoy ...
MoonBee
Noisiness neighs your code,
Loud, braggadocios, belching
Shouting sentiments and prophysying plays
As your body disintegrates
And dredges your kidneys fail and your legs lilt frail
Yet you claim life loud and braggadocios.
The football game gimmicks
The baseball booboos all acclaimed and assessed by you
Whose own health waivers with lesions and machines
Mitigate your blood as you shout loudly, “I told you”
To quintessential quarterbacks in your dreams
You chair the channel surfer of your mind as the
Games grab headlines heralding from your hurting heart.
Who am I?
A fur blown away by the wind,
A small nerve detached from a great mind,
A small cheer suppressed by restless sighs,
A little chirp disappeared between big neighs.
Who am I?
A silence disturbed by the chaos,
A small nail in this big house,
A whisper lost among the screams,
A small desire beside big dreams.
Who am I?
An innocent knight in this blood shed,
A little crimson in the dark red,
A sand castle destroyed by the sea,
A refugee about to flee.
Who am I?
An unnamed letter by a passenger,
Being uselessly protected by these rangers,
I would wait till I freeze................
And now I'm a life gone away with the breeze.......
Now I understand what I was,
A mere life born for no great cause.
" The Horse and The Lion ... "
(From The Solomon Studies Series)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29)
The Horse and The Lion
Both Have Beautiful Manes
The Horse and The Lion
Both Stand Up To Powerful Claims
The Horse and The Lion
Both Rule Where They Range
The Horse and The Lion
Both Have Battled On The Plains
Tho' One Neighs Shrilly and The Other Roars!
One Is A Mighty Hunter / The Other Rides To Wars!
Tho' One Has Teeth & Claws, Like Sharp Talons
Everyone Bewares The Hooves & Ground of Wild Stallions
The Horse and The Lion
Both Are Like Muscled, Courage Unchained
Yet The Horse, Eats Oats and Hay
and Sweet Apples and Grain
And One Day, GOD Said
... Lions Will Do The Same
Both The Noble Horse & The Pride of Lions
GOD Made Them Man's Super Adventure-Trains
Written & Copyrighted ©: 1/7/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
_________________________________________
Growing up in West Texas (oh yeah, I love horses) ...
there was a riding ranch that opened up near my family's
home. So, I've ridden horses ever since I was in my early
teens.
I came to appreciate that the horse is a sensitive, noble
and beautiful creature. Hence, I felt I had to state my
affinity and admiration for this unique beast, (not just
with one poem but two)
The horse has been in such close association with man
and mankind's history ... So that is why I wrote the posts
enumerating the qualities of the magnificent creature
that is the horse ...
Now, I'm not the greatest equestrian (by any
means, but I've got a good seat for riding (lol)
And if you do, find yourself on a sunny day, with time
on your hands, take a leisurely ride on a horse and you'll
be hooked for life (I know I am) (All you Horse-Riders
out there, know what I'm talking about, I know)
Hope readers enjoy ...
MoonBee
Captain Cook he had a chook
But eggs it wouldn't lay,
So he ate the chook and now he's crook,
He cockle-doodle-doos all day.
Captain Cook he had a horse
But the horse it wouldn't run,
So he ate the horse as a main course,
Now he neighs in the noon day sun.
Captain Cook he had a cat
But the cat it wouldn't meow,
So he ate the cat, now he's so fat,
His belly-button just went pow!
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Written by Gail R DeBole
on July 19, 2021
Updated September 4, 2021
A baby who lived on a farm
Would coo and gurgle with charm.
She completely amazed
Her family each day
With all of her sweet, lovely sounds.
She would hear chickens, cows, and sheep
As she fell into a very sound sleep.
Then she would awake
To the noise roosters make
And would listen to chicks as they peeped.
She heard many oinks, moos, and neighs.
The animals talked lots each day.
Chickens cluck-cluck-clucked.
She heard quacks from each duck.
The animal sounds never waned.
When she made her talking debut.
Her parents didn’t know what to do.
You might think it absurd
As to what her parents heard -
She sang out a melodious moo!
Next was a loud cluck-cluck-cluck!
Then she skillfully quaked like a duck!
She then gave a neigh
As she giggled and played.
Her parents were completely awe-struck.
She saved her best vocals for last.
Giving her parents a proud vocal blast.
She called her father “Papa”
And her mother “Mama”
And that was her first baby rap.
Heading to a cauldron in the dry sea of sands
Far afield the Sahara shores devoid of life
With an array of dexterous army riding further North
Our horses neighs as honed swords beholds Amir al-Mu'mini's hands
Death on battlefield is an honourary worth
Even the treasures of war fuels this sweet strife
To bring back silvers, gold, and pleasuring flesh
As a "Missing-Captured" for my already bloated chambers
And the crown will yield more cowries if Allah blesses
The throne, to rax few shells to the proselytes or sheik in the madrasas
Who barely tattles my fate but extols me greatly
The fogged dust on our tarsals censored vision in the brown mist
And the day mocked our sights
Yet we fought with fallen numbers till the sun left the east
To the west with blunt swords clanging defeat
While the crescent moon and rayed star decked the night
Our feral horses snorted as the numbers of our enemies diminishes
From thousands to hundreds and then tens till they are no more
Then rode us to the oasis under the night's eyes
The wind sang victorious song for us while we quench our thirst
Even when water taste like sand as we drink there was plenty to pour
In our jars for the next few day's ablution
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Our flintlock muskets hug straight at our back
As we rode our horses with our prisoners of war
Tied with our turbans to a caravan camel
Along with ostriches, ivories, kolanuts and salts
To a waiting parade while my horsemen brandished their swords
It excited the maidens who peeped under a parasol
Their breast dangles like ripe mangos in a tree.
My father rode to me with his horsemen chanting the greatness of God
He was Clad in an ostrich's feather in his turban
He embraced me and the trumpet went amok with melodious sounds
These I've always desired - a titular prince
Worthy of all admiration in the whole of the five emirates
In a shroud of darkness
Her stallion neighs , leading death to
where death preys.
As black as the night as cruel as the day
Her aura speaking , in different shades of
grey
Steadying her steed ,the stench of fear
she inhales,
A smile so malicious , in comparison even
Hades would pale.
In blood soaked linen she prowls the
streets
Watching and yearning for hatred to
spill free
For blood to seek blood for vengeance to
covet thee
In the darkness of the shadows she
patiently waits
For when death calls, even fate makes
haste.
In the valley of death,
A golden gate is all that stands in the way
Of greedy wicked souls and judgement
day
Peter's gates seal shut And death stakes
it's claim
With a reign so great even the Roman
empire of olde, would in fear,disappate.
It sends forth its flails
A sentence to forever serve,
For when a black soul is captured
Only it's charred flesh remains unburnt.
Into the flesh of the damned it sinks it's
ravenous teeth
Untill their black hearts
have no blood to bleed
Christened with the power of Hell's
unrelenting Prince
To the depths of the underworld each
soul is dragged through hell 's fire,
forever to stay
Alas! Not even the most powerful can
conquer death
Their wretched lives full of fear and hate
Can never compare to their gruesome
fate
They scream in agony, fuelling hell's
vengeful fire with their pain
Their burning bodies for all eternity , in
hell 's fire will remain.
No bad deed, remains hidden,
no soul left unturned.
For when death stakes it's claim
Time shudders and in the name of destiny
you will disappear.
Once death's icy grips stain your foul soul
You will learn that even an infant ,
suckling on it's mother's breast, is not a
pure soul.