Riders exert steering forces
Horses respond and track courses
For gait-along ease
A dah-dit leg squeeze
Serves steeds and their Morse code sources
Equines
Two horses and a foal graze on my land
twilight, gentle rain
I think of the days when ploughing
the field, a sturdy horse
a long furrow on rich black soil
what more is there to know
stroking a flank, the warm aroma of
a horse arises in still air
dreams are endless, in daylight
three boulders in a field
In the realm of my heart, there resides Karen Cook,
A love that enchants, like a well-written book.
Her grace is a melody, a dance of pure bliss,
Her smile like the sun, warming every abyss.
A love story painted with hues of devotion,
Karen's presence alone sparks an endless emotion.
Within her, a spirit of strength and gentle grace,
A soul that embraces love's every embrace.
With her, I've galloped through life, hand in hand,
Our hearts entwined like a rider and a horse in the sand.
Together we've weathered storms, braved the unknown,
Karen, my compass, my rock, my own.
Her eyes, like diamonds, reflect a love so true,
A bond unbreakable, forever we'll pursue.
Through meadows and valleys, we've traversed with ease,
Karen, my muse, the wind beneath my dreams.
And when life's trials mount, like hurdles in our way,
She becomes my stallion, guiding us each day.
Through hurdles and fences, we leap side by side,
Karen, my love, with you I'll always ride.
So here's to Karen, my love and my muse,
The one who brings light when life's shadows confuse.
With you, my dear, I've found a love untamed,
A love like a horse, forever unchained.
Shaped by and for wind
the free flowing mane
timetables share in
the horses of the plain
Gallop trot sprint unfold
climbing breezes oblivion
stoney story is told
sculpted in black obsidian
Herds mighty now stampede
on hooves brittle exposed
o’er rocky ground to succeed
the grasses’ tufts unimposed
Crashing prairie like thunder
wet glowing shape in steam
gathers around from under
yellow eyes black night scream
reflecting the tapetum lucidum
moon spreads across the fields
rulers of their night kingdom
the fruits of what they yield
The form speed and shape
lend the horse it’s prizes
furiously charging escape
from predators’ disguises
meant to be free forever
no man upon its back
mysterious and clever
evading animal attack
strength outward haughty
curving muscular weight
tall thin legs almost scrawny
belies it’s gentle gait.
But lightning they race
in full sprint together
dignity and grace
sans saddle or tether
Free as the rain or sun
their beauty intelligence shares
meant to gallup and run
no fences our world in theirs.
Out of the yard
daughter Bev & me
on a hot summer day
of Eighty-three
Hastoe to Cadsden,
there and back
eight hours in the saddle..
for our first all-day
hack
Onto the canter path
down to Paines End
through Fox Lane
our route did wend
into a copse missing branches low
keeping the pace
to an even flow
Up to Dunsmore
by the Black Horse
via Little Hampden
we followed the course
down to
Chequers &
into Pondswood
up the hill
as ast as we cpuld
At to the Plough pub
tethered the horses
to the garden trees
ordered a ploughmans
with pickle&cheese
feet up awhile
for a long rest
enjoying a pint
of the landlord's best
then
into the saddle
no more time to laze
off at a canter
in the afternoon haze
Back in Hastoe
as the clock struck four
to stack the tack
on the stable door
Year Posted 2007
Pitching a leg across the nether
Of a pretty appaloosa or possibly
A chestnut bay who needs to know
That she’s being ridden by someone
Who will take her through the paces,
Strides both gentle and regulated
By a walk, a canter, a gallop, a sprint
Where she feels all her steps
Light, loose and limber as liquid love
That rains down from a heart who
Gives this mare the greatest rides
Through meadows, across hills
Into the kindness of life filled with
Delights, pleasures, sweetest bliss
Brought to life on the back end
Of a horse who listens to the kindness
Whispered through laughter, light
Chortles felt by the spirit who believes
“cowgirl up” brings plenty of dreams
To life on the back of a mount who needs
Only to be ridden without restriction
By a rider who knows the key to any heart
Is found at the end of a set of reins
Where equine love trots into command
Poetry In Motion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
December 23, 2022
Majestically standing in the field,
Black coat shiny, bright and sleek,
Pampered and good-natured,
Recently shod to ride,
Comfortable saddle to sit upon,
Whinnied to say "come on",
Spirited you want to run,
To own and ride a horse is a blessing not a chore,
Treat them right they will be loyal to the core,
Mistreat them !!!!!!!! Beware they kick.
Swish tailed Hamish, gloss black Stallion
Proud prize show hero bore blue medallion
Champion head turner tenacious steed
Lonely hoof stomper longed for a companion
Incidence of coinciding reserved to imagine
Narrow minded owners oblivious to his need
High knee haughty mare trotted by his enclosure
Temptation's waft overcame limited exposure
Hamish neighed a friend request, - she agreed
Lake rippled muscle, alpha outraged neck tossed
Winner's whinny recognised chance may be lost
Breaking barriers now became a necessary deed
Chest of windswept lake assisted stable escape
Charging through victoriously, gate swung agape
Asked lady to dance, she daringly took the lead
Dust distubed finesse surpassed usual manuevres
Hamish whispered happily, " Forever, the two of us."
Most cherished equine paradise known while freed
28th July 2020
Written for Contest: Tail End Stanza
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
You should be
Strolling fields of wildflowers.
Munching heavenly grasses.
Sun polishing your satin flanks.
Sipping from a lily-kissed pond.
Running the hills-full throttle.
Necking with a favorite mare friend...
Tails twitching merrily in the wind.
Instead,
you're prodded into a war zone.
Bricks and rocks smacking ribs.
Ears rattling from bullhorns-sirens-egos.
Shattering glass -
Shaking tear gas.
Half-blinding your wild brown eyes.
You try reasoning out the scene
of these crazy-crazy human beings.
After the carnage- it's back to the stalls.
For all your blood sacrifice and burning eyes
you're given half-rotted, bloody New York apples.
CAT WITH EQUINE TOUCH
Me, pet cat staying in stable with horse
I like his company I love him much.
Horse caresses me too, I must endorse.
I enjoy and relish the equine touch.
I like his company I love him much.
I rub neck on his cheek, put head on nose.
I enjoy and relish the equine touch.
I strike him with fluffy tail coming close.
I rub neck on his cheek, put head on nose.
We are affectionate to each other.
I strike him with fluffy tail coming close.
I feel, as if he is my elder brother.
We are affectionate to each other.
Horse caresses me too, I must endorse.
I feel as if he is elder brother.
Me, pet cat staying in stable with horse.
Picture chosen No.2
05/04/20
Third Place
' Pantoum Rhyme -Personification' Contest by Eve Roper
Sweltering sun on his beaded sweat
His iron hoofs hammered the dry parched grass
Native winds did part his black mane offset
Heaving nostrils breathing fire flaring past
Wild spirits burst in his running heart unsurpassed
Sinew and stamina pulsed in perfect time
Galloping veins popping with every stride
Precision and purity surged in his royal blood sublime
This nomads journey held its course and was his to guide
His head was held with majesty, this steed of sanguine pride
August 10, 2010
Frosty the Roan Man
Frosty the Roan Man was a jolly, happy soul
with a big wide blaze and a frosted butt
and two eyes made out of Love
Frosty the Roan Man is a fairy tale they say
but the children cluck he could rear and buck
when he came to life one day
There must have been some magic
in that saddle pad they found
For when they placed it on his back
he began to jump around! – oh –
Frosty the Roan Man is alive as he can be
cause we heard him neigh
in his special way
that he loves us you and me
Yes he loves us you and me!
DECK THE STALLS
Deck the stalls with lots of Friesians
fa la la la la, la la la la
Tis the season to be Freezin
fa la la la la, la la la la
Donned we now our Carhart apparrell
fa la la, fa la la, la la la
Troll the ancient manure wheel barrow
fa la la la la, la la, ha ha!
Has this lasagne
Ever worn a saddle
Or been ridden in the Melbourne cup?
I'm Curious as I bought it
In the supermarket cheap
When the price of beef was up
Though as I sit here looking
In the paddock next door
Where a stallion is quietly grazing
It occurs to me the lasagne you could make from that
Would be both quantity and taste, amazing
GB
bony
pony
For Brian's footle contest
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