Best Saddling Poems
My Ode For Today
5/24/2019
Miracle Man
Sometimes life is more difficult than saddling a hog,
Other times it’s less painless than falling off a log.
Some days are like a wagon wheel that’s long dry of grease,
And through each petty annoyance I seek Jesus’ peace.
But regardless where day finds me I won’t cease to try,
I’ll continue trusting Jesus, not questioning why?
Categories:
saddling, jesus, life,
Form:
Rhyme
The Escape from the Turkish Slavery
(Ukrainian historic folk song)
There broke into the Tartar sprites,
And they captured my daughter, nice,
Marusyna, my daughter, dear,
I remained with one son in fear.
And there came others- my son was enslaved,
And a widow, a poor orphan, I remained.
The third time, they took me too, an old soul...
... a Turk took me to the service,
I began to toil and slave
Serving the foe every day.
The daughter didn’t recognize her nurse
Having given her the works, the worst:
With the hands- to spin the yarn, fine,
With the little feet- to lull the child,
To watch the flock- with the eyes…
They found themselves in one place
All three meeting face to face.
When the daughter was recognized by the mother
And, when also confessed the brother…
They were united with one another.
Then the daughter began to tell the Turk,
That's my brother, this is my mother,
Then, the Turk began to trust them.
He entrusted them with all his goods.
They did everything, not to delude
Thinking, dreaming of their home.
When the Turk and daughter were going to the ball,
They handed the keys from the houses, all;
The son and the mother were taking the golden keys,
The souls of the slaves from the cellars to release,
Saddling the horses to start their way
To travel back home again.
Oh they were crossing the Danube, Dunahj,
The Turks, low-natured, were on a catch-ride.
On the other bank, they shouted:
"Oh Ivan, Ivan!
You know and you know,
And take the infusion of wormwood,
And, you will know even better for good! "
Chieftain Ivan Korsun began to narrate:
"I crossed the Danube River -
Denied the enemy forever! "
(Translation from Ukrainian into English by Ivan Petryshyn)
The Escape from the Turkish Slavery
Categories:
saddling, history, slavery,
Form:
Ballad
Racing the oval of tide
Watching the sun and moon collide
Riding on horses in the oval of fate
Saddling on courses in the ring of slate
Horses in breeds of colors and shade
Forces in creeds of odors and glade
Mares and lasses of cold and wintry grounds
Grasses and races on parch, dusty mounds
Sun speaks of myths and bounds of horses' blether
Moon tweaks on blithes and squally weather
Sun and moon are light and dark horses
Scuttling, bustling in many races
Sprinting is a long distance course
Glinting and weltering without remorse
Humans breathe as horses, treading and running with reins
Born to win in the oval... praying, striving with strong veins!
Categories:
saddling, courage, men, strength, women,
Form:
Rhyme
Villanelle: One or the other has to give in a tug of war
One or the other has to give in a tug of war
If for altruistic reasons you invite the foreigner
In order to accommodate the guest from afar
You cannot make him feel welcome if you bar
His goat his god his concubine from your door
One or the other has to give in a tug of war
Some men cannot move without saddling altar
On their backs even if you protest as a martyr
In order to accommodate the guest from afar
The guest might share your bed with daughter
Though not the status his god reigns superior
One or the other has to give in a tug of war
He could barter his tongue for your own by law
But never the way he prays nor his women’s wear
In order to accommodate the guest from afar
The host not the guest has to give in a tug of war
If he knew the guest had come to stay forever
One or the other has to give in a tug of war
In order to accommodate the guest from afar
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
saddling, culture, home, race,
Form:
Villanelle
We couldn't see the turmoil past their swirling smoke
Something strange although ? Seeking for a gesture her children
Granted this clarity should not be given; at least, in his physical realm
Ninty-nine blue balloons these answers wavering amid another's storms saddling
Up their unicorns ride captain ride, upon your mystery ship ? Bovine bottles and goat milk
Spilling from their lips hedge hog philosophy drawn from, portentouslies mystical pit: labyrinthos
Doggerel dogma Dodo's delirium tremens delivered aside Dae's podium being definitive's deism hiscere...
Maitre d'hotel feigned her facade espouse, gyrations; marinated peace signs his pork's stillborn ? Love's keyhole.
Categories:
saddling, baby, love,
Form:
The night is dark, and in here it is darker still
I try to sleep, but in vain, for my heart beats so fast
Some can rest, and others are standing guard
Ready for the battle, ready for the light of day.
A man that I barely know; is sharpening his sword so slow
I hear and feel the slide of the stone, and I know that he knows that it is sharp
But he sharpened still, perhaps to hide his fear
Or perhaps to remind himself of his courage in battles past, and to come.
The wood at my back is warm and comforting
Pure and real, something to touch, and to bring luck.
I can even see the grain of the wood in my mind, the tree
That once stood tall, and sheltered, and warmed.
We have used deceit, we have given; to harm
Our enemies are pleased with this gift from the gods
This gift that stands wonderfully tall inside their gates.
So big, a giant, a sightless horse, a steed.
…Later, we feel the wood grow warmer,
As the light of day slides through the gaps in the side;
Saddling with the task of bluntening our swords
On our Trojan foe outside; as we mean to,
As we thirty follow Odysseus, to victory.
Categories:
saddling, men, military, war,
Form:
Epic
The plaguing tictocs, of the grandfather clockProduces an electric current upon my skinAwakening cobwebs in my mind like a frockThe horrific chagrin begs the question of sinA subtle distinction mid death and extinctionNot entitled to a timely refund by the kinetic forceA fiery necklace swings upon this skeletal fictionI did refuse the hole, by heralding a sharpened torseAre the moments, beyond this grave season,dreamt of in terrific lucidity,bobbling plum sensesOh the howling of the bawbling ratty eyed demonPeace is divided,as the gathering pain intensesAngular resolutions, well up on pivoting emotions,cutting deeply across time and space saddling,the age old answers of equal but swinging notionsShuddering leathery ribbons, as deaths door is rattlingA sharp Hispanic nard tortures the flaring nostrilsAwaking fatigued, in the hall of ill-reputed womenPraising an opiated green fairy, under doomsday’s till
Categories:
saddling, addiction, betrayal, death, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
Dreadful dawn dug doggedly deep, dazed dues
Prickle-prone paths pierce peer-less purpose
Buried bricks burn beneath brine and blood
Homes and holes hitch-hike heated Hours
Sync'd steps stoop, saddling steely shores
Shadows of sagging shoulders shed shrewd strokes
Sanctioned sympathy sealed and soiled in stoic stories
Homes and Holes hauling hymen of horror hormones
Nagging newts nutured nadir of nervous noisome nuns
Jilted jones jaded in jiltery journey of jerky joules
Measled mare much-malligned by myriad of magnetic manacles
Homes and holes held hostage in hidden hydrogen hades
Categories:
saddling, absence, anger, career, confusion,
Form:
Alliteration
Reincarnated Rozetta was very angry with her super angel team for saddling her with ChimChang Man again.
They had spent the last two lifetimes together, once as squirrels, and now as a cat couple, him fat, her relatively thin.
ChimChangMan wanted to have a new litter of kits, but Rozetta was more than satisfied with the five litters she had already birthed.
On Saturday, October 4th, when she was recycled by a garbage truck, Rozetta stomped up to her committee and said, “Anywhere but that planet Earth.”
ChimChang Man met his petard a few months later thanks to a motorcycle that skidded on dangerous black ice.
His Angel Committee met him at the pearly gates and said, “We warned you to be extremely polite, mono-lovely, and nice.”
“Are you meowing me? I was the perfect gentle-cat.I was home with my catwoman almost every single night.”
The committee put him on a transport and sent him to Venus after an extremely controversial Angel Committee catfight.
On the transport he met Mo, a sexy camel, with a beautiful hump, and fantastic middle toes.
He cornered a committee member in the lavatory, and asked, “How can I become one of those?”
“It’s a relatively simple process,” the committee member told him, “Are you sure you want to try?”
The next thing ChimChangMan knew, he was pushed out of the transport, and hurling to the earth to die.
A vindictive Reincarnated Rozetta scanned the horizon, as far as her praying mantis eyes could see.
She was totally excited and desperate to bite ChimChangMan’s head off, yet that was never to be,
Categories:
saddling, 9th grade, fun, funny,
Form:
Couplet
Saying your a rodeo rider
Makes it sound so much fun
But living hand to mouth
I assure you isnt fun at all
Make sure your timid horse
Is well fed and warm
Your second in this pecking order
Keeping well is your aim
Driving from one venue
To another i assure you isnt good
But the visions that you see at night
Makes the journey understood
The rising and the setting sum
Is a feast for the eyes
A mental picture that you carry
When your mouth is dusty and dry
When saddling up that muscular horse
To ride into the arena
An adrenaline rush is prevalent
To ride those 8 seconds clean
The satisfaction of big money
When winners are announced
Makes all worthwhile for you
To saddle up for another event
So I tap my hat
Pack up my gear
Pick up a six pack
A few hours to sleep.
Before the next journey
So watch out
A Rodeoman is coming to town.
Categories:
saddling, cowboy-western, horse, journey,
Form:
Free verse
Babies
Babies trouble me.
I am always wary about what
it is that they know –
that they aren’t telling us.
Can their toes really taste that good?
Babies are a lot like snowflakes.
No two are alike. I like to think
they look just like themselves.
No sense saddling them with
Uncle Henry’s nose or
Aunt Harriet’s bushy eyebrows.
Babies are life’s tuning forks.
They emit a vibratory invitation
impossible to refuse.
They also relieve us of our normal
self consciousness and allow us
to be spontaneously silly.
Babies love to laugh and find
it amusing to make us laugh.
We think that babies are dependent
on us to provide what they need.
Babies know that we are dependent
on them – to reconnect us with what
is really important
A smile, a laugh, a tasty toe, a burp,
a pair of warm jammies, a welcoming heart.
Babies teach us to believe, to trust,
to love, to rock in time to a heartbeat..
John G. Lawless
Categories:
saddling, baby, joy,
Form:
Blank verse
Prince Eric was under a great deal of pressure to find himself a mate,
His father, the King, wanted to retire and he didn’t want to wait.
But he couldn’t pass down the royal crown until his son was truly wed,
So he laid down the law to the playboy prince and this is what he said.
“Scour the land and find yourself a girl who’s tried and true,
One that will become a fitting queen and make a good wife for you.”
So Prince Eric was busy saddling his horse when much to his surprise,
He saw the stableman’s daughter Maggie and was captured by her eyes.
“Take care as you ride,” she said to him, “It seems there’s a storm ahead,”
Eric looked at the sunny sky and asked her to repeat what it was she’d said.
She then explained to Eric that she could see for miles in any direction,
So she could spy on his enemies and was also good at weather detection.
“Will you marry me?” Prince Eric asked as he lowered to bended knee,
And as the bells of the church rang out the King issued his final decree.
“From this day forth I command that whenever my son comes into view,
The bells of the church shall play their song as warning for all of you.”
Categories:
saddling, adventure, son, son,
Form:
Light Verse
Would Poke Than Provoke Until Broke
had heard when they poke
potential was to provoke
would do until broke
we read about Jobe
was wild when he wore a robe
earing in each lobe
(in room had a globe)
had been cynical
when war was political
am hysterical
often obsequious
he had been called hibiscus
presumed promiscuous
would wear uniform
which always did keep him warm
protect in a storm
found dog in his lap
around would slap and slap
in brain was a gap
he had an instinct
when it did become distinct
in certain precinct
when we heard compline
knew Jesus was always fine
glad that He is mine
we were paddling
when we first met Madeleine
her horse saddling
was a perfect host
paperback did cost the most
he would brag and boast
(Admiral Stavrides)
over eggs would flip
had looked like a sinking ship
when we got a grip
spring is in the air
at singing birds sit and stare
scared away by big bear
Categories:
saddling, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Haiku
A UNKIND KIND OF KINDLING
I am taking pictures off the wall
Then taking them to the flame
I am burning each, every and all
Food for a fire fueled by blame
Snapshots that still have the sweet aroma of your perfume
As I question the sky “Can love leave any sooner than this?
Figures and images we hung in the tiled living room
And a thousand scenes of me giving you a kindling kind of kiss
I never let things go but fought over so many paltry things
It’s easier burning photos than the memory of the night you took my name
A night of an angel in white and a man in black and tails trading rings
Further food for a fire fueled and shackled by shame
I’ll have to spackle those holes and heal them quite well
But I am incapable of healing that which has been done is done
I’ve a legion of sins and there’s so much more to tell
But what’s gone is gone so I’m burning pictures one by one
I will always remember when I first heard an angel’s song
Lyrics of love as two hearts were bound together by desire
But not even that angel could accept all that I’ve done wrong
Disregarding the deepest description of both desire and this fire
You knew I had to go as my face betrayed a frigid frown
It hadn’t been easy letting you down easy at all
I simply said “I’m saddling my horse Scout and now leaving town”
As Scout is getting restless so now I’ll stop taking pictures off the wall
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Categories:
saddling, angst, night, angel, fire,
Form:
Terza Rima
Your smile was brilliant as you took a bow.
The upper echelon had welcomed you.
You donned humility, expressing how
we loyal members of your staff were due
deep gratitude. So few attendees knew
how often you’d demeaned us through the years
by saddling us with your less pleasant tasks.
We balked a little; you played on our fears
of job loss. We put on our happy masks.
Quite frequently, you saunter by and ask,
“Do you still like your job?” This time I’ll say,
“I don’t; I never did, your Majesty!
Your fine machine will lose a cog today.
If other peons leave, perhaps you’ll see
a boss like you makes people want to flee!”
May 9, 2022
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Categories:
saddling, bullying, business, work,
Form:
Rhyme