Once when I was a child
My reins were held by my parents
This pony once led by their rants
Now that my mustang is old
My reins still slip from my grasp
I go where this beast goes
Divorced from my old mare
I am no longer noosed
Years of service make it wary
When my child returns at half-time
He takes my reins playfully
Taming my mustang without a whine
When he dismounts for her
I lose sight of my destination
Someday, I'll bridle without a bother
Then I won’t be ridden by my beast
The saddle will find its place
Someday my racing heart will cease
Together we’ll limp to the finish line
Our eyes on the journey before us
Not fixing my gaze side to side
This bronco will find its stride
Confident in my equestrian skills
I’ll cross the line in an easy ride
Then no longer reign or be reined
Ready for the glue factory in style
As Jesus cries he is finished
Categories:
dismounts, death, divorce, father, forgiveness,
Form: Free verse
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dear john she replies - dipping her pen into tears
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listen to the pause - silence is golden
A tribute to Erik Satie
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the school-bus departs - she eats the advent candy
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on garibaldi's retreat - the cookie crumbles
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moss carpets the roof - the blackbirds make over
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carol concert prelude- - chatter of innocents
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footsteps in the street - echos of a distant youth
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filaments in ferment - the elements touch base
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a tumbleweed,windblown - the bounty-hunter dismounts
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at ease on my bookshelf - yesteryear's leisured hours
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a rainbow arises - through a curtain of tears
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between wind and water - skating on black ice
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shadows of yesteryear - distortions in todays dreams
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as a sequence
a perambulator arrives - emptiness takes its leave
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a quietness descends - fresher term opens
.
room-to-let sign illumes - emptiness returns
Categories:
dismounts, poetry, word play,
Form: Monoku
Monoku is a senryu/haiku with a slight enigmatic flavour written in its earlier as a one line form
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dear john she replies - dipping her pen into tears
*
listen to the pause - silence is golden
A tribute to Erik Satie
*
the school-bus departs - she eats the advent candy
*
on garibaldi's retreat - the cookie crumbles
*
moss carpets the roof - the blackbirds make over
*
carol concert prelude- - chatter of innocents
*
footsteps in the street - echos of a distant youth
*
filaments in ferment - the elements touch base
*
a tumbleweed,windblown - the bounty-hunter dismounts
*
at ease on my bookshelf - yesteryear's leisured hours
*
a rainbow arises - through a curtain of tears
*
between wind and water - skating on black ice
*
shadows of yesteryear - distortions in todays dreams
*
as a sequence
a perambulator arrives - emptiness takes its leave
.
a quietness descends - fresher term opens
.
room-to-let sign illumes - emptiness returns
"
Categories:
dismounts, imagery, words,
Form: Monoku
Stealthily and with no invitation,
Wicked Mischief rides into my night,
dismounts and strides inside. How impolite!
For rudely she intrudes - this aberration,
bearing that unholy “deprivation”
strongly brewed with venom of her spite,
and if I can, I’ll try to expedite
her speedy flight; thus my liberation.
My desperation’s growing all the while.
Can I fight her power? Can I flee
her whisperings unceasing that so rile
me? Oh, precious seconds gone! I see
light of day. Sweet sleep she did defile.
Insomnia has wrought fait accompli.
March 9,2014
For the Love or Hate, Pick a Subject 2 Poetry Contest of Shadow Hamilton
I hate Wicked Mischief!!
Categories:
dismounts, hate, sleep,
Form: Italian Sonnet
She mounts her stallion.
Rides hard, nectar overflows.
Tightening private muscles.
Dismounts her stallion.
Takes nice long, sensuous bath.
Now relaxing all muscles.
Categories:
dismounts, adventure, dedication, inspirational, passion
Form: Choka
a tumbleweed,windblown - the bounty-hunter dismounts
Categories:
dismounts, cowboy-western
Form: Monoku