Best Reining Poems
IRISH SMILE
From Dunloe Gap she rode each day,
out in her jaunting car,
her father at the reining seat,
their journey wasn't far;
past by my home in early morn
returning before night,
and such a smile she'd have for me
when first they came in sight;
as if she knew something that I
one day would come to know,
her eyes would sparkle secret things
that life one day would show;
the sun a blessing to her hair,
this Irish girl, I knew,
would come to be the only one
my life was leading to;
and when they stopped one day in need
I lent a helping hand,
not thinking father liked me, too,
nor that it might be planned;
and now I drive her jaunting car,
I have for quite a while,
and though she has her back to me,
I still can feel her smile.
BY © Ron Arbuthnot
aka ron wilson
Categories:
reining, happiness, ireland, life,
Form:
Quatrain
Lucille (“Lucy”) Ball
Her desire for show biz fame is anything but small
Plays the wife of Ricky the Cuban drummer
How she goes about it could not be funnier.
Desi (“Ricky”) Arnaz
A full-time job reining in his kooky wife he has
Loves Lucy with all his heart
And his conniving Lucy is extremely smart!
FIRST PLACE WINNER
written September 29, 2021
especially for "Clerihew 2" poetry contest
sponsored by Joseph May
Categories:
reining, fun, humor,
Form:
Clerihew
Reining in jet-black steed;
Rangle for her falcon.
Repugnant mudslinging,
Risible in content,
Rankled those in the know.
Recent loss of soulmate;
Ravens smudge the teal sky.
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GLOSSARY
Queen Elizabeth II had a good seat, and her love of horses is well documented. [Edited]
Throughout the ages, falconry has been considered the sport of kings. In falconry, ‘rangle’ is a term used for small stones which are fed to hawks to aid in digestion.
The exposé led by her grandson, Prince Harry, had divided a nation—a number of assertions made, have been proven to be false.
Queen Elizabeth II lost her husband on 9 April 2021, whom she had viewed as her soulmate.
A group of at least six captive ravens are resident at the Tower of London. Their presence is traditionally believed to protect The Crown and the Tower; a superstition holds that "if the Tower of London ravens are lost or fly away, the Crown will fall and Britain with it."
Categories:
reining, culture, grief, history, london,
Form:
Pleiades
Start
If someone asked me, “A penny for your thought”
I’ll tell him, “Sorry! It can’t be bought”
The thought process runs like a train
Fed by emotions and nurtured by the brain
Said Swami Vivekananda, “Thoughts have made us what we are”
“Words are secondary, thoughts live and travel far”
Friedrich opines thoughts are the shadows of our feelings
Always darker, emptier, and simpler in all dealings
The quality of a leader is determined by his thought
Said Alexander the Great after the battles he fought
“It’s better to have an army of sheep led by a lion raising his battle cry
Than an army of lions led by a sheep that leaves everyone high and dry”
It is believed that the power of thought is the path to discovery
Never underestimate it, or your dreams will be past recovery
The soul of God pours into the world through the thoughts of human
And becomes dyed with its color that embodies his acumen
Bertrand Russell characterizes thought as subversive and revolutionary
Men in power fear it most as their style of functioning is perfunctory
Thought is indifferent to authority and defiant to the wisdom of the ages
It inculcates the sense of logic to the news around at all stages
The quality of the thoughts decide the happiness in life
Reining of evil thoughts will prevent further strife
We’ve created a vicious world in which we are caught
To change the world we have to change our thought.
End
Categories:
reining, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
Crystal beeds of water, unstained by colour
Smiled upon, by an all-seeing eye
Silently, they trickle down the glass pane
Devoid of hue, but imbued with character
Some move quickly
Some pace timidly
This one, is a "rebellious" soul
Alas, just a spark in an unrelenting storm
This one, is an "introverted" soul
Alas, just a teardrop in an infinite sea
This one, is an "aimiable" soul
Alas, just a speck in a clearly endless void
And this one, is a "free-reining" soul
Or at least, so he proclaimed
So he proclaimed...
Categories:
reining, analogy, character, humanity, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
Brought back from the world of fantasies
By the 8’o clock warning device
Raised up undesirably at a lazy pace
Retrieving the welcoming hateful whole day race.
Jaded by the whole day lecture and ruined by assignments
Projects got to be compiled and pending PPTs
Next week’s above mentioned tasks
The lecturer did a job on my weekend plans.
Beetling of from the blue mind
On the way back paid for a RS pint
The evening amiability
Then changed my midday adhor.
Desirous roomie on my glass
Extended my evening all to night.
Budget hashed out and yet a penny left
Contribution counted to three
Held back for the late-night hour,
Program scheduled just after dinner.
Prepared nuts and crisped chicken
Horror flick lappy screen and encircled auditory sensation
Filtered flake lit up and welcoming the upcoming
Pollyannaish mood.
Three ready glasses and poured down first small pegs
Mixed with soda and measured cold drinks
Awaited Cheer up, is now appraised.
Valueless gabs and college couple scandals
Tittle-tattle few lectures and against soul mate’s lambasts.
Last sip downed
And the empty glasses quashed.
A bit stronger second and third
And the time seems to date-back.
Bulge out blushed eyes and orbing love stain bed
Latent hostility and fags myriad.
Enthroned activities
Except time none to put an end.
Deaf-mute fourth and last
Heedful sore past
Lonesome few moments and
Unenviably brought back.
A maudlin reverie expression
To see the past back to present
If matters could be deepened
Would endure the malign again.
Roused up from blues and faced the benighted
Sleety mezzanine and beetle-browed breeze
Yet stood placidly
To face the agony.
Mere empty thoughts
And faded memories
Seemed to calve a baseless spirit.
A sudden wink,
Out from the world of miasmas
To a reining state –
Caught up with existing faith
A new time ignited.
Bibulous state and duple images –
A feel to fly
And uncivilly liberty,
Did a moment time
An unexpected eternity.
The night to welcome the dawn
And unwished obscurity nap
Impermanent few hours of morning
Lasted till…….
Retrieving once again the hateful whole day race.
Categories:
reining, funny, happiness, hope, imagination,
Form:
I worry, I worry, I worry,
knowing that I cannot protect you
from everything -- knowing that
I cannot protect you
from yourself.
Craving a taste of that
imaginary condition -- freedom --
full of the allure of
no constraints, you flee from me.
And you bridle under the bonds
of others' expectations
reining you in.
I fear for you, enormously.
And I am quivering in my rage
at those who might, even unknowingly,
do you harm.
May you allow, if grudgingly,
the "powers that be" --
(whatever that means) -- and me --
to shield you.
Categories:
reining, absence, adventure, age, angst,
Form:
Free verse
Seven long weeks of winter with her snow not refraining,
But oh, approaching is a season who shall give my joy endless reining.
And when the dark clouds shower,
The fields shall sprout lavender flowers.
Tis’ not I love Spring with favoritism.
Oh no indeed my adoration toward all seasons is equal
Alas, I cannot save myself from the sight of the leaves’ resurrection.
And if ultimately I were to choose
which of Earth’s seasons should not I lose,
Then toward God, I would gaze my face
and pray Him not to withhold Spring’s Grace.
Categories:
reining, appreciation, art, beautiful, earth,
Form:
Pastoral
King that saves out of the lion’s paw
caught up out of the bear’s jaw
Peaceful under the tree of life
Lamb overcame reining above strife
Lost sheep upon shoulders carry
Jesus Spirit seer shall not tarry
coming in glory parting sky
upon white unicorns they fly
Categories:
reining, faith
Form:
Idyll (Idyl)
opening inside a chrysalis
a downpour of thoughts
drenched with meaning
beyond what washes
the topsoil away,
you and I
are furtive plantings
at best,
mixing with the elements
the grandeur of life and death
in newborn fingers
grasp
at air
an insect melodrama
returns
spilling catharsis and benediction
with every struggling breath
copied and pasted
to load-bearing beams
of starlight
plastered like sweat
skin to skin,
we are lovers
reining in the night
with bliss
empty of dreams
that come not between,
we were parched with anger
once
thirsted and hungered
alone
blossoms erupted with the scent
of us
jealous Gods
following in the love
of our making
a consuming fire
my heart catches with
breath.
Categories:
reining, love
Form:
IN THE RAINBOW OF REINING JUSTICE
Red is the flowing blood of liberation;
Black is the blood that flows from arteries
of those systematically murdered and
denied justice by the systemic tools of
racism imposed upon hued lives walking,
running, driving, or merely standing still
in the land of the free and home of the brave.
Beneath its tarnished green hue, white
is the statue of liberty; and Ellis Island
welcoming stories tell tales of bigoted pride
that laid the foundation of founding fathers’
ease of documenting a declaration of racist
oppressive servitude of red-blooded blacks.
Thus became the red, white, and blue colors
of the racist inequality of an outlaw nation
with its counterfeit law and order legalities
that enabled it to nearly extinct one race and
enslave another—all in the name of liberty.
And while the written his-story of its startling
beginning has been a romanticizing saga of the
home of the free and equality for all, the truth
of such molded lies has been shattered upon the
red, white, and blue anvil of God’s promised justice.
Today, a rainbow cultured determined people—
energized with unique fueling of peace and love—now
seek to sterilize a recovering nation of its bigoted systemic
racist infestation; and remove from its socio-economic and
political systems, remaining cancerous tumors of varied hate.
Categories:
reining, allegory, black african american,
Form:
Prose
138
138
CharlaXFabels
CharlaXSonnetta
I
There is my holdings my vineyards in Franco
The eye waves flies off of his wine
While making millions of euro dollars
While ewe aer always reining Qyeen
The kisses lemone oh so sweet
Only in my fantasy wine is never sour
Away the hour enthrall love ewe
CharlaX Millions making fables true bend
Holding love above the real life
Holding love inside the inside
Holding love upon the morrow
Holding love without mye sorrow
Holding love to be the marrow
Holding love above the dollar.
II
The grapes were used though lemone added mix
A thing unheard in all the land
The regent came to me anon to ask
CharlaX why the wine would sec sit
Tis for the love violette eye bend
The lemone fragrance doth remind the eye
The wine is never bitter then
The love much more imported avec bien
Love holding more than love can tell
Love holding odoring the smell
Love holding like the fetterments
Love holding like a taste of her
Love holding only love anon
Love holding after we aer gone.
III
There is a mission now upon the corner
Near the water they do stay there
All the homeless wander there they live safe
They have laoaves fishes sec vino
No one hungars no ones cold
No one misses world so bolder older
No worldly pleasuer can compare
Working harder now than ever fables quake
Hold me loving hold me closer
Hold me loving je embrasser
Hold me magistrate ragon Qyeen
Hold me merry happily long
Hold me sensually loving
Ruling the vineyard sun love song
Categories:
reining, dedication, life, love, social,
Form:
Sonnet
Volcanic magma seethes beneath the surface,
Ready to erupt into view,when energised.
Our thoughts swirl and seethe too
Until we learn to marshal them,
Through the spectrum of our education,
Reining in our impulses ,to give them voice.
What we say about others,says more about us,
Unless ,like chameleons,
we blend into our backgrounds
And words become our camouflage
So that, when we urge love towards our neighbour,
We speak with ice in our hearts.
How we treat others,what treatment we deserve,let God decide.
Whether this is through neglect or active strife,
Our deeds do speak louder than our words,
Even if the pen is mightier than the sword.
We will be judged by our actions in this life,
If we take the Pater Noster as our guide.
So look deep into your heart and life
And tremble -along with me.
Categories:
reining, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Digging deep into my mind
Past the guilt and invisible binds
A soul is stirring so impatiently.
Who is that other person I might find?
I know she’s in there somewhere.
Standing tall and strong
This me scared of my shadow.
While she’s has been there all along
The other me inside is beating.
Beating hard against my chest
I keep her locked away and imprisoned.
Afraid someone will like her best.
For she was wild and frivolous
With no concern who knew
Broken hearts a spinning carousel
As she served a noxious stew.
Yes, I remember her vividly.
Rebellious with defiant eyes
Underneath a web of deceit
To get tangled in her flawless lies.
Discerning and cunning
she’d spit you back in your own face.
Some days played along the dirty game,
ever cautious of the pace.
Her dance was bare and haughty,
her body on constant display
never cared who was watching,
when she came out to play.
Laughter loud and boosting
her smile a clever shine.,
Never to trust her intentions
for she’d cross you every time
Voices sharp and cutting
Musical notes that produced no sound
Her world was vast and open,
bur feet never got off the ground.
She is the person I once was,
and sometimes I still wish to be.
its best she stays locked away.
Buried deep the broken key.
I’d still like to pick out parts of her,
but cautious of what I would share.
Piece us together internally
For we’d make a perfect pair
Nonetheless my fierce warrior
Reining resilient and supreme
Running restless and heroic
as I see her in my dreams.
Flipping through the errors of life
Correcting every mistake
A different existence without fault
In the decisions that I now make.
These days I sit behind a desk.
Shrinking more and more each day
Discontented but surrendered.
For this is the price I now must pay.
Every misdeed has a consequence,
and consequences hold a return.
Flashing shadows of yesterdays
In the lessons you must learn.
Categories:
reining, conflict, fate, today, woman,
Form:
Rhyme
He pauses for effect and pretends to listen and hear,
then proceeds anyway and gives the order to conquer.
Though far is his reach he is really very near,
causing destruction, he brings chaos and fear.
Silhouettes and shadows dance all over the wall
but he heeds not the warning of the impending toll.
From across the ocean he kills, maims and attacks,
he arrests and he tortures, he insults and he mocks.
He drops bombs, launches cruise missiles and planes,
he fires cannons, sends troops on ships and trains.
He barks orders, he wiretaps and he spies,
he fundraises, he schemes and he lies.
He does not hesitate to place fighting men in harm’s way,
yet years ago, when put to the test, he scampered away.
He’s brave and he’s fearless he will do whatever it takes
as long as it’s not his sorry life at stake.
His nation’s best come home in cold, flag-draped coffins,
but not to worry, just statistics, save the cost of morphines.
For the good times roll for the dumb warrior and his base
since November 2000 and it has always been the case.
He turns wives into widows, innocent kids into orphans,
sowing deaths on thousands of daughters and sons.
He cries crocodile tears, even tries hard to appear he’s sorry
in front of cameras for the headlines of the day.
He never fails to attend service with his wife every Sunday,
a black sheep once but claims the Lord showed him the way.
Yet nothing will stop him from character assassination
for his party and, believe you me, in the name of his nation!
We’re spreading democracy, the little boy warrior says,
in press conferences he holds on some occasional days.
While his weary war machine stutters and cranks,
his rich cronies laugh all the way to the bank.
Yes, the Decider smiles, he surveys and he conquers,
he pretends to listen though he does not really hear.
Shame on the whole world, the UN, shame on us all,
for not reining in this evil man and just taking the fall.
Categories:
reining, angst, death, history, introspection,
Form:
Ballad