Best Steed Poems
A Golden Steed Gallops
A golden steed gallops in my dreams as of late
echoing sounds of my so darkly imagined fate
chastising my wicked deeds of an ill-spent youth
increasing the chasm between bold lies and truth.
Flowing trails of gleaming pain fly deep with that race
as precious , sweet memories burn up without a trace
flying away , names and faces of girls I so easily left
broken up like fine crystals falling from a high shelf.
An invisible rider brings racing steed to an abrupt halt
as it screams out, "yes you, it's all your damn fault"!
why did you not live a sweeter, kinder and gentler life
blame is on you for lost true love , loss of your first wife!
Golden steed stands at a graveyard filled with no headstones
lying about are several sun-bleached and broken white bones
dark wind races in whispering in a very raspy low moan
you are so dead , now you lay cold, dark and so, so alone!
06-13-2014
An ol’ cowboy long ago said:
In this life are few things you need—
Just a gun, a knife, warm blanket,
A good saddle and trusty steed.
Oh, you might want a few dollars,
Some Arbuckle joe and a pot—
But there’s the vast starry ol’ sky—
You’ll not fret ‘bout what you ain’t got.
Your night music is coyotes
And the rustle of things that creep—
Hard leather will be your pillow
As the wind and night bless your sleep.
An ol’ cowboy long ago said:
In this life are few things you need—
Just a gun, a knife, warm blanket,
A good saddle and trusty steed.
Writing musical notes with magical hoofs
enchanted, I ride on a mystical,
jet black dream steed.
Proud head barely constrained by a
pure white bridle and snow white reins,
my pale chiffon gown,
floats near his flanks speaking
of innocence, flounces gathered by
tiny, pink rosebuds and white gardenias.
Slow motion, dreamlike,
the night sky behind us like a
dark, demonic power as we
become starlight.
I watch you prancing, pawing earth;
your eyes glow almost like a flame,
you toss your sculptured head so freely
and flounce, unchecked your flowing mane.
Born brother to the rolling prairies,
your spirit kin to earth's four winds,
I gaze at you and vainly wonder:
do you know how truly we are friends?
Do you know that deep within me
dwells a soul loving liberty
and a heart that yearns and hungers
to run as you do, wild and free?
Have you noticed I am a dreamer,
that my eyes see visions, bright,
and my spirit flies within me
a prancing, pawing steed of light.
Faye Gibson
Copyright, May 18, 2014
A Demanding Steed
Once upon a crisp Winter morning, while the cardinals so lively, announced the awakening of a new day.
I sprang out of bed, pressed play on the radio, and begin to dress for a trek across the field and dance.
My brown leather boots were still warm from the heater they had been placed upon the night before.
The painted gelding's neigh travels through the wind and up to my door knocking loudly.
He requests fresh water and straw.
I find my coat that is brighter than heart decorations floating around on Valentine's Day.
It too matches the cardinal's plumage and warms me.
The young equine commands its orders again, and in a very blunt manner.
I rush to the bathroom, twist my hair into a woven strand, and complete the style with a petite floral hairpin to confine my bangs.
The horse noisily bellows once more.
The creature lacks patience like a fourth-grader waiting for recess and the freedom to prance about.
My gloved hands twist the brass doorknob and the wooden door extends its arms towards the snow-covered backyard.
Oh! The outside air strikes my face as the icy wind impales every inch of my soul.
I close my eyes and pull my fuzzy cream beanie over my ears.
My shriek caused the cardinals to crow once more. They mock my misery in the cold.
Crunch! The snow feels like glass cracking under my shivering feet.
The trusty transportation source turns its large upright ears towards my direction.
A cheerful whinny he lets lose along with a jolly canter to the edge of its wooden stall.
"This metal nameplate is inscribed with only the most appropriate name for you my friend," I tell the horse. Commander.
Oh, how I love thee and its amusing demands. The marvelous adventures he takes me on.
I fill up the water trough with sweet water and place fresh golden hay into the wooden feeder.
I turn to kiss his fuzzy black and white muzzle before I dash back into my cozy cabin.
The creature appears to smile at me as he then turns to consume the new hay.
I love my horse so much that I would let the animal inside the house if it wasn’t so large.
Racing my steed
Across hostile ground
I must come to your rescue
For I am honor bound
As a Knight of the court
You, fair princess,
I have sought...
Evil foes abducted you
Fear not,
My lance and sword is true
Lay they dragons in my way
It will not slow me by a day
All will be slain
And their corpses lain
Upon this hostile earth,
The one which had seen
my birth
My steed of steel
Gives me confidence
Which is real
Then I'll climb
The tower wall
With no fear,
I'd slip or fall
To your chamber window
Make off our escape
My only asked reward,
To kiss your silken nape
My steed awaits
To carry us home,
Before we once again
Return to a life
that does roam
Awaiting our next adventure
My mighty steed and I,
Leaving a beautiful princess
Home to softly cry...
For she wanted us to stay,
But my mighty steed and I
Can not in one place long lay.
A knight on his steel steed
rides the wind on two wheels.
One with the elements
he enjoys how it feels.
He likes the biker look
not a big fan of suits.
And he's clad in leather
down to his stuffed-up boots.
His flaming hair and beard
complement his bronze tan.
And he's a fine figure,
of a masculine man.
A jack of all trades,
he was born to tinker.
And he loves to party,
but he's not a drinker.
Without a helmet on,
he puts on his best shades.
And mounts his love and joy,
like he's done for decades.
He's paid all of his dues,
it's time to say goodbye.
And ride to paradise,
under an open sky.
(Quatrain)
11/26/2017
Horse catcher I said she looks down at me don't you mean wrangler said she, but then quick as a flash I'm back at that bloody track down at the start waiting for all to load almost all done then one throws its midget and runs, off in the pickup I leap to go corner the big black beast
and there we are with me breathing deep I have him corralled of sorts cutting down the angles closer I creep, then I see the twinkle in his eye
I've got no protection for my head or knobbly knees and he fancies his chance of running through me, back in the stand with the delay all eyes are watching the big screen with glee.
Then round the corner walks his lass and makes me look a silly ass, for off he trots head held high snorts in my direction as if to say did you see what he did to me, so my dear I prefer my steed to be made of metal and come with a key.
I ride a pale horse
Mr. Time has come for me
Days end requiem
Through wind and cold rain
Teeming hard on road and steed
I make my way home
in the garden of thy dreams think of me
oh wander long with me amid sweet paths
in darkened night by moonlit streams we hath
but hours to sup and linger lovingly
oh drink of me and I of thee sweet wine
fresh innocence thy suppleness doth sing
and to the table such charms thou dost bring!
my thoughts do linger long on thee ~ I pine
tis why I ask thee dream of me this night
my heaving breast against thy beating heart
is all I hope and ask to never part
my love is bared before thee in plain sight
oh dearest lover make me thine indeed
make bright my day and darkest night dark steed
*Note this is a modified Sonnet/Memoriam
Ride out the hollow hills, my corgi steed
Though your size is tiny
Your brave heart is almighty!
Madeline was attached to her horse as to no other.
Not her siblings, her father, her groom or her brother.
Her horse was tall, magnificent and seventeen hands high.
They together were formidable and intimidating, no lie.
They entered events as a unit of one, completely together.
Showed up at horse shows, no matter if inclement weather.
United in spirit so well, Madeline began to look like her horse.
Not seventeen hands high. That would have been silly of course.
Her siblings got married and moved away from the ranch.
They started a new family tree. Each with a new branch.
Madeline stayed around, taking care of her parents and steed.
Never marrying, but happy with her favorite boy, Old Mead.
The unicorn ball was in full neigh.
When a purple steed came in to play.
Who is he? Asked the mares.
Some thought he put on airs.
Steeds snotty, thought he’d whisk their girls away.
His ribbons were of silver and gray.
His laughter was a titillating bray.
Girlfriends he did not care
Was not looking for a mare
He liked them not. Was totally gay.
Everyone opened up to him.
Oh, he’s cute! Look at his chin!
Competition gone.
Now gentle as a fawn
They included and loved this purple him!
I held the reins tightly of the dark steed
His strength and power unlike any other
I had ever ridden upon. I kicked his flanks
And motioned him to jump the ravine a
Sparse expanse of space for which his stealth
And vigor would most certainly propel us to the
Other side. He snorted loudly the haze of his nervousness
And his sidestep gait unsure of his own power. But
Again I kicked his flanks and pulled hard on the reins we charged
The ravine as if entering a invisible battle. Thwarting the
Enemies bullets and swords faster as if a fre were behind us.
The Steed charged forward and arched his front legs leaping into
The air as if a gazelle. We were one, in that instant molded in a moment
Of time flying over the thunderous crashing river and boulders below.
As gracefully as he had leaped we landed. The Steed covered in white froth
And sweat. But we were across the wide expanse and alive.
I ride like fire from darkest dawn,
Above the spire of mountains high,
And though the light is pale and wan,
I sear the heavens where earth meets sky.
As miles behind me fall away,
I drive my gallant steed to fly.
So on I ride to meet the day,
Then wake the morn with chilling cry.
"Awake, my love!", my ride grows short,
Where miles of road met gallant steed,
"I rode through Hell's uncleanest sort
To prove my unquenched heart's true need."
So far ahead, a sweet young dove,
Without the knowledge of my flight,
Awaits arrival of her love.
As on I gallop in the night.
Where all of those whose hearts now cry--
The love they feel ignites their day--
Would never offer their souls to die,
Nor sacrifice love on their way.
While I would offer all my soul:
My life, my fire, my fierce desire,
To touch your hair as black as coal,
And then to die, my heart on fire.
As my breast rages with my cry,
I call to you and seek your face.
Was all my struggle naught for nigh?
Or did the Devil win this race?
When all at once, as day was born,
I see a face aglow with light;
A face so beauteous angels mourn,
Their wistful wishes now in flight.
I quick dismount and catch my breath;
Your beauty drawing tears of love.
Then joy bursts free within my heart.
My spirit soars to heights above.
You sprint with torrents on your cheek,
The light of love within your eyes.
I catch you as you fly to seek
The arms that soothe your joyful cries.
And thus, my love, the story ends.
I fought the world to see your grace.
The trials I faced were my amends
As every day love grew apace.
While Hell had watched, my steps it groomed;
The closer home, Hell's hounds went wild.
But Hell's dark legions long were doomed;
They cursed me as I simply smiled.
No man nor beast nor Hellish fiend
Would slow me down nor block my way.
And what of Heaven's ways I gleaned
Still, guide my love now every day.