i ordered at the bar in archbishop's rig
two pork sausages
baked beans
strawberry bear fruit snack
orange juice
meat free burger
r white's raspberry lemonade
bangers and mash
pepsi
corn wheels
hotdog
peppercorn sauce
one wobbly sausage sandwich
on returning to my table
i overheard the barman
'a fool he was, a fool he'll always be'.
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
There once was a cowboy from Nevada.
He wore a barf bag as a bandana.
When he rode on his horse,
his sickness grew worse,
and his intestines flared with melena.
Let’s go horseback riding; it will be fun!
I say “I don’t want to.”
She keeps hounding me.
I say “Do you want me to lie?”
I finally lie.
Because I fell off a horse
When I was five
When I was eight
When I was thirteen.
None of these times was fun.
On horseback, he seemed taller
At 6’4”, he wasn’t really smaller
Than those who wore a white-collar
Going through life to make a dollar
In the picture, he didn’t have a hat
But I kept seeing him in his habitat
Where a cowboy hat on his head sat
He was an amazing rider to look at
Pride of Place poetry contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
January 25, 2022
The equestrian climbs
atop the painted colt.
Avoiding a saddles restrictions
she rides the horse bareback
to combine their energies,
making them as one.
The thoroughbred begins to trot.
Gradually increasing the pace.
Each step, each movement
becomes an extension of the rider.
From trot, to canter, to gallup.
As the thoroughbred reaches
it's instructed gait,
a feeling of freedom
arises within me.
Feeling free, like an eagle
in flight as he soars high
across the azure sky.
The rhythmic gallop
of the horses hooves
like a hypnotists metronome,
puts me into a restful, relaxed state.
The scenery blurs
as the speed increases.
Our destination quickly draws near.
From gallup to canter to trot
our time together comes to an end
until the next time we take a ride again
take care my dear, equine friend.
5/21/2020
Mad Mary, Mad Max, Larry and Frog,
The known mad folk in this town,
Are the people the locals all know about,
Because they’re always seen walking around,
Wearing a worn out top hat, a torn dress of rag,
Pushing a trolley of junk,
Not homeless nor poor, no drugs, booze or dope,
Just a story of having no luck,
And everyone in town knows the story,
Knows how they each got their name,
But nobody tells people passing through town,
Nobody wants to explain,
Mad Mary lost her kids by the hands of her man,
Mad Max fought on some foreign ground,
We all secretly hide the truth of their hurt,
By calling them the mad folks of this town.
A ninety foot nymph in a circus bath can bathe admirably at dusk but upon rising the tidal splash brings forth many cackling crabs. Digging and dropping. Drinking and DOING. Such is the efforts of a 1 centimeter oink. Defecation is best done in the morning. Delivery of many mingling mind talk to the toilet then flush. Plip plop then. Sploosh then flush. Oh good oh great. The elephant corridors of the world are very very busy. In torchlight sing an aria to the captain of the cosmos. Dismiss not a bacon flavoured water as it is very interesting to talk to and has travelled many many many times. How many times does a levitating truck visit the top of a mountainous platform? It is unknown. It is not scientifically proven that a snail can travel at very high speeds on the morning. Monumental movements mooing. *** la la la number of dancing duck people *** cosmological x z v I p q u g ***
HORSEBACK DECIDING
I recall that laughter, that happiness and smile
she made the sunshine seem dull and not nearly so bright
I make myself remember but only for a while
because the memory of her turns day into night
we laughed together by a fire on the beach
and sang two part harmony to our favorite song
we sucked on a succulent peach
and it seemed as if nothing in the world could go wrong
I recall taking her horseback riding
and how I laughed as she screamed down the trail
it seems not her but the horse was doing the deciding
as it chewed on it's bit and flicked its tail
all these moments are meandering in my memory's file
she gave me enough but I still yearned for more
but then came the violence, the voraciousness and vile
DEAD AT TWENTY FOUR
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Aborigines on horseback wading
Addicted to the wilderness they trek.
Through still waters where crocodiles are king,
Their horses chomping at the bits, stiffed neck.
Oh land, kangaroos and wombats grazing.
They seek thrills and thrive on adventures deck.
Two men fearlessly explore nature’s hand.
Knowing in their hearts, their future is grand.
© February 29, 2012
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: A Lil' Bit of Aus...
Sponsor Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver
As men on horseback chase their glory,
they slow to cross a peaceful river
each one breathes in outback adventures
surrounded by trees whispering their names
they slow to cross a peaceful river
memories rush in of hunted prey
surrounded by trees whispering their names
their lungs fill with the breath of conquests
memories rush in of hunted prey
each one breathes in outback adventures
their lungs fill with the breath of conquests
as men on horseback chase their glory.
for A Little Bit of Aus...contest
Third place