Best Squires Poems

Sleep.. indigo’s eyes, night loving allies,
Sol’s flare is stars' disguise dawn till dusk’s reprise,
peach awe-inspired skies effuse juice sunrise,
east, grapefruit pink lies - lemon slice rhapsodize.
Pastel wash replies to Zephyrus sighs,
morning glory highs yield to afternoon’s surprise..

wings golden butterfly's, squires sun clockwise,
ruddy west implies cocktail...

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When fate decides to bring you love.. smile..
for fickle fate oft omits the finer things,
bless the ground, stay enamored, yet, awhile.

Love, ah love, it is beauty without guile
and when gifted so your hearts will take to wings.
When fate decides to bring you love.. smile...

There is...

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I've always admired 
horses
and I guess I most surely 
always will
No legend without em' 
complete
The unsung heroes of 
any heroic battle

Pony, colt, filly or mare
ride it bareback if you 
dare

Ride them to a trot, ride 
them to a canter
your beast of burden yet 
be fair...

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There was once an old cowpoke named Meyers

   For decades he'd rode an old hoss named Squires

      He'd roped steers and fixed fences

         Enjoyed beer and square dances

  ...

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Of 
splendid 
thrones of 
gold
Of 
treasures 
manifold

Of Sultans 
and Shahs
Of Emirs 
and Rajahs

Of 
jewelled 
caskets
or lavish 
banquets

Of 
sparkling 
crowns
and 
flowing 
gowns

Of kings 
and queens
Rulers and 
emperors

Of their 
subservient 
stewards 
and 
obedient 
butlers
Or the 
servile 
knaves 
and 
stalwart 
squires

Of the 
peons and 
minions
pages and 
pavilions

Of castles...

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Nathaniel Bains was a kindly man but had little brains
He was as skinny as a lat
Lived in a small country village
And a bird nested in his tall top hat.

Nathaniel resembled a scarecrow his clothes were well worn and mucky
Although  a pleasant man he was...

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The Beheading of Thomas

Let the clowns play on heathens dirt floors
With the rabble and unwashed masses

The Squires shall reside above
With men at arms and knights of superior glove

Allegiances to kings and royal courts
Let the bishops sort out the cohorts

Be deceived not by those with no...

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Marching out of the cloaked shires
Of landowners, stockbrokers, 
Hereditary Peers, and ruddy faced 
Squires:
A vast multitude of many varied 
Tribes.
Amassing in the great cities, where,
Inhabiting shadowy chambers, 
Behind nodding sighs and hushed 
Whispers, 
The Masonic Civil Servant plots and
Confides.
Standing vigil above forgotten
Monuments
And bronzed statues, that,...

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FORGOTTEN DEEDS
by

JOHN M. ARRIBAS




Colin P. Kelly, John Basilone
Two Good Men That Should Be Known
They’re Now a Part of Our Ancestry
Now Fading into the Pages of History
Audie L. Murphy, Jonathan Wainwright
They’re Framed Images Now out of Sight
Kenneth N. Walker, George B. Turner,
John C. Squires, Curtis S....

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We Must Make Way For Princes and Paupers,
Yes Pave Way, Blaze the Paths for Dukes and Drinkards,
Duchesses and Their Harem Of Rowdy Wanton Belles,
Who is She A Dame or A Damsel,
In Relating My Jaguar To Your Aspen We delved into spelling out the qualities of...

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Verily I say unto thee,
The subjects of kings are not free.
They answer to all the king’s court.
Submitting a yearly report.

If rulers own part of thy time,
With a tax on every dime,
Then thy freedom and liberty
Is a fallacious fantasy!

Canst thou even speak to thy kings?
Nay! Thou...

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The ceiling lowers a chandelier’s glow,
A suspended drizzle of glass fireflies.
Marble tiers like a sharp-edged ruffle,
Scaled by lissome feet in buffed leather shod.
As jewels’ shine with sequins’ luster vies,
And pomade’s glints with brilliantine's scuffle,
A beauty to make all womanhood blush,
Ascends the stairs, and with her...

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Who owns
These faces
I see in this
Crowded bus?
Our Lagos
Squires or slums?

Hopeful eyes
Squint as smews!
Scarfed
Capped
Bald
Bared
Heads flow
On mobile necks.

Yes!
Dry joy squats
Lifeless
On these faces
As elephant husks.

Arrayed in apparels
Shabby as pigs
Tho’ some gorgeous
Neat as eagles
These beings
Headed towards
Mile Two
O, Mile Two
Of all places!

But where exactly
Are we coming from?
And where exactly
Are we...

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Poor Jeremy Squires.

Jeremy Squires a strange wee breed
would cough and sneeze all day indeed.
So Marjorie Proctor sent for the doctor.
She asked that he come real quick.
Before Jeremy Squires and his coughing expires
then he'll no-longer be sick!

Well, said the doctor, if I don't come quick
and Jeremy...

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[Continued from Part Three]



Thereupon the elder gave them all a single cart.
It was tall and broad with gems adorning every part
and had bells on all four corners plus a balustrade
surrounding, with a hanging awning offering shade. 

Valuable jewels, that were fastened with a cord
made of...

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