Long Gallop Poems

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The Last Day of Don Quixote

since there is a saying 
“noble man walks on the thoroughfare”
Don Quixote abandoned the shortcut-side-road,
steering Rosinante, dashing into the highway 

while he was riding on the highway
something suddenly came into his mind 
a proverb “the middle way is the golden mean”  
he reined the horse into the middle lane looking at the horizon 
where the road meets the sky

as he steers the horse it begins loping  
the knights overtake Rosinante with their fleet steeds 
they swear and finger at Don Quixote with dirty looks 
 
“you scumbags!” Don Quixote yelled to the rude riders 
“since the swallows don’t understand the will of wild geese,
why not quickly go back to your hangouts and chant Vedas”*
brandishing lance and at the same time, unknowingly, spurring  
the horse 

to mitigate his angers he prodded Rosinante to a full gallop
at that moment, a dragon flickering its red and blue eyes 
from above came on the cloud and attacked him
  
as Don Quixote raised his lance
the dragon belched fire from his mouth 
and the fire swallowed him 

he collapsed on the spot
became a lump of charcoal


*Note: In Chinese character, sound of Sanskrit word “Vedas” (??) spells as bark on first letter, which is the compound letter/word of “mouth and dog.” The phrase “Chant Vedas” metaphorically implying “bark”
© Su Ben  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Chariot of Fire: Co-Written With Oe Guillermo

I stand in silence and behold the sight,
     staring in wonder, waiting for thunder.
     A chariot of fire travels through the night.

     The white-winged horses gallop in full flight 	
     pulling at the reins; flowing are their manes.
     I stand in silence and behold the sight.

     Where are they going? There’s a shining light
     leading all the way, so they will not stray.
     A chariot of fire travels through the night
 
     amidst the heaven where in pure delight
     resides the Master, the sweetest lover. 
     I stand in silence and behold the sight.

     Blessings whisked to amble slowly with plight;
     heartbeats race to sway, courage on display.
     A chariot of fire travels through the night.

     Armoured by God’s spirit they ride like knights
     fearless from pain; victory, their peak gain.
     I stand in silence and behold the sight.
     A chariot of fire travels through the night.


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Collaboration: Paul Callus & Olive Eloisa Guillermo
                       November 2014

Premium Member Black Powder Monster

A huge black powder monster filled the air,
creating winding pathways of despair.
Winds bellowed like a chugging, roaring train,
assuring scars of ruin would remain.

In seconds' time, we all became aware
a huge black powder monster filled the air;
charged up with dust, debris, all set for war
as it would gallop, whirl, and blindly soar. 

A force with no direction clearly planned,
it butchered with a deadly, wild command.
A huge black powder monster filled the air;
its mark of tragedy- left everywhere.

Oh, yes, this black tornado ruled that night;
most drivers stranded in its path of fright.
Hundreds of trees and homes in disrepair-
a huge black powder monster filled the air.


November 10, 2018

~1st Place~
Contest: Late February 2019
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 02/22/2019

~10th Place~
Premiere Contest: Black Powder
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged: 11/23/2018

Note: A huge tornado devasted our area, May 15, 2018
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Library Recluse

 
Ghost voices are whispered, as the pages unfold
As I search out a treasure,
in a timeless story told
A musty, weathered novel, is a measure of pure gold
Leaving me breathless, in the somber library's fold

I envy the heroine, who is fair, with slender build
Overwhelmed here by a stranger, as she is whisked into the air,
then over misty moors, as they gallop far away
Riding in her lover's arms,
at the end of the perfect day

A dreamer's wistful story, with a sensual lover's lore 
Latitude is England, so lovely to the core

Chapters read, I must reread, each time with gratitude  
Brimming tales of renaissance, and elegance ensured
I read, I sigh, I dream and vie, new longings of my own
Imagination's rampant flood, is running through my blood
 

I own the place, within the page,  and ponder through the maze 
My heart will race, as I keep pace to find the story's end,
then find myself within the arms of fiction and a daze 



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8/7/15  For Isaiah's Contest: In The Library

Let's Go

Let’s get out of this dang house and seize the day,
let’s go drive out in the county and see what comes our way,
let’s go find an orange sunset and watch the daylight fade,
let’s get out of this dang house and seize the day.

Let’s go take that road the we always pass by,
let us wander ’round the backroads and see the countryside,
let’s go picnic by a lakeshore near the water blue and wide,
let’s go take the road that we always pass by.

Let’s go ride a horse through verdant fields of green,
let’s feel the wind on our faces as we gallop through the sheen,
let’s ride to quiet places neither one of us has seen,
let’s go ride a horse through verdant fields of green.

Let’s get out of here, come on baby, let’s go,
let us walk across the meadows or slide across the snow,
let’s go see the world around us that so many never know,
let’s get out of here, come on baby, let’s go!
Form: Lyric


Premium Member Abcedarian Poem Because it is Great Practice for Me

aristocratic antelope alarms and annoys
blue-eyed baboon’s billy goat buster
causing confusion, consternation and crying
distressing and disturbing deliberate donkey
egg-producing egret elevates enthusiasm
forever frolicking in farmer fred’s pastures
giddy goats gallop in garnished with garlands
happy horse henry hypnotizes henrietta’s hens
intense iguana ignores idiocy of inmates
jackals justify jack rabbits jelly-like jeers
kangaroo keenly kicks off kingly kibitz
luxurious llamas lollygag in the lounge
mischievous monkeys march among marshes
nervous newts nibble on nutty Nutella
obnoxious oxen opts out of outrageous opportunities
preening peacock praises his pompous president
quivering quail questions quaking quasar
rustic rooster ruffles robin’s restlessness
sassy songbirds swizzle and sway toward sand beach
talkative turtle trains tarantula to twist and turn
understudy Ulysses utilizes universal unitedness
validating vocabulary of vicious vultures
wandering weasel wants to find his wishes
‘xacting ‘xtra ‘xhibitions ‘xperiment on eagle’s nest
yellow yak yawns next to yipping young wolf dog
zealous zebra zips into view of aristocratic antelope

Premium Member Battle of Beersheba

                         I
“Charge!” they said and charge they led
      from out of a dry desert wadi.
 Every man of the Light Horse Brigade
   across the desert thundered -
 their pulsing veins, their loosened reins,
   forward the wells of Beersheba
   rode the brave eight hundred!
                         II
 In gallop stride they fought and died
      on mighty Walers champing.
 Every man in the Light Horse Regiment
   faced a foe greater numbered -
 with rifles cocked, their bayonets locked,
   forward the wells of Beersheba
   rode the brave eight hundred!
                         III
 Again and again the Lighthorsemen
      the Turkish lines outflanked.
 Every man of the Expeditionary Force
   of horse and rider wondered -
 their squadron raid, in great crusade,
   forward the wells of Beersheba
   rode the brave eight hundred!
                         IV
 And across the sands into their hands
      the Ottoman guns fell silent.
 Every man in the Desert Mounted Corps
   the battle trenches plundered -
 with martial force, on valiant horse,
   forward the wells of Beersheba
   rode the brave eight hundred!
                         V
 With God they rode and victory owed
      with emu plumes in their hats.
 Every man of the Light Mounted Infantry
   sat his saddle or lay sundered -
 like Gideon of old, their trusty fold,
   forward the wells of Beersheba
   rode the brave eight hundred!
                         VI
 On horizon’s red light an heroic sight
      in clouds of smoke and dust.
“Charge!” they said and charge they led
   when enemy lines blundered.
 The legend tells of Beersheba’s wells,
   how the march on Jerusalem 
   to glory led all eight hundred!


      Written: November 2010
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Equinity

Running wild propelled by echoes of thunderous hooves clip clopping rhyme

A troop of stallions gallop in assonance over fields of pasture in adnomination

Display streams of collective unconsciousness un-trapped by stirrups and reigns

Apposition knows no boundaries when pairing takes part in euphonic neighing


Here in Nirvana they need neither hyperbole nor euphemism to cover lost ground

Para-diastole does not exist in equine paradise as syncope and solecism canter

Karma has no boundaries and parrhesia has lost the shadows of juxtaposed isms

Unsaddled from the weight of the whip the horizon bears no limit for freedom


The herd adheres not to the pathetic fallacy of tamed nature riding roughshod

Over rhetorical questions or self-styled syllepsis of spurs spurned on by clatter

When I look at the feast of mares and fillies following instinct and pure inclination

My path finds their spoor on track to a promised land of inhibition and pleasure



29th March 2020
Form: Rhyme

BEATITUDE

I do not remember the text from which I had experienced the first manifestation.
But when I open the eyes
I was going out of the duress.
When the temple door opens,
those who rush to the front line are unconfident.
As the front and rear lines are with same distance, who is getting succeeded at this gallop.
Divine spirit rejuvenates senility.
The most beautiful song of love could be seen in the eyes of divine lover.
Others begin their prayers; and peregrinate in search of temples without having an insight.
Wouldn’t you withdraw your hand when you draw the tears of a blind thinking it is light?
The sanctuary and the God is being encircled with questions of mankind.
Haven’t you given me acute disease?
Hadn’t you given me a mortified birth?
Made me an indignant one?
Did you not bring down my yesterday’s profit?
Your nemesis thrown us into malaise
At that time, a smile blossomed on God’s face which was a sight for sore eyes.

Premium Member The Zebra Mystique

I want to ride a zebra

   and race the rays of radiance
       through heat-waves’ sailing gradients -

     a folly wild - a mood untamed
   elated hands in bristled mane
unbridled veins uncorked champagne...

   yes! elevate sedate heart rate
     I WANT to ride a zebra

        stripes yin yang oasis sweet and
          whimsy rules a drumroll beat as

        gallop sways euphoric roughness
      crossing plains of dreamy lushness -
    steed’s exotic tender toughness
  pacing thrills in state of luscious...

yes! animate to sate my wait
   I want to RIDE a zebra
 
         savanna grass a grand expanse
            a lion’s roar - hyena's rant 
          amuse myself with peril’s speed
     adventure sows romantic’s seed... so

         gestate date with fancy’s fate
YES! I want to ride a  Z E B R A !
Form: Rhyme

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