Saddles Poems

Carousel Ride

the clock strikes dusk 
the sun fades away
a thousand golden lights blinks 
to set the scene on fire

crowds carouse
for the merry-go-round
that bright crown of the carnival night

under that picturesque parasol
children clamber up the golden saddles
atop alabaster rides 
galloping through infinity

then drums snare with cymbals 
while clarinets and woodwinds shriek
in jubilant symphony

laughter jingle 
as the circle twirls
and the colourful world dissolve 
to a colourless blur

Euphuistic

Euphuistic 

Does you hand wad

Neither shoe burned into 

A railroad spike

At night

I temper sound

Minds get rudes

Tellers often worry

On locations, and plenty

If we ain't prepared

Progress ain't caught wind

Chairs and snakes

Like hauntmares

No saddles

Give me no rides

I felt no bumbs

I Dwell In Halo Clouds

I choose to dwell in frothy clouds…
with a mindset unfixed
Random instincts   spaced out 
In the cumulus mix
An expansive effusion
Far out and beyond my temporal shackles
Free are my thoughts without prompt
Closed minds shallow and 
desolate debacles
dissipate in this airy romp

On wispy clouds I dwell in…
high above I’ve risen
Here no need to reason
nor the blends of interpretation
Far away, so far from you, ascended 
From the fiery pit below
which awaits my return
Where blazing saddles shame my name
where gross gossip lives and 
bloody rumors stain, 
Ablaze are the blame games

I dwell in cirrus pillows…
The scoped hemispheric 
veils, bands and billows
Musings— using me

I chose to dwell in halo clouds
My mind with no refrains
Nothing to lose nothing to gain
A spirit free from hate 
Soley my mind
Opens heaven’s gate

You Enter These Words

Named by someone else's mouth,
you enter words,
they become your horses,
you ride them,

then a time comes when they ride you,
you become their hoof-beats.

Your name was always
that which came out of a womb
to Say Itself,
yet your given name
entered your ears like a horse thief.

Now you are the many names of Jesus,
of Mary, of Judas.
You stable such names
until your own Christ christens
your ghost.

The horses gallop on,
words become saddles,

but now where are you,
and what to call you?

saucey are we

Riguel Meese
287 Limousin Drive
Cattle City, Ribeye
00280
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Deer Serve,
I recently saw Saddles teaks
 at the Market. Noun I think
 these things were wrong with it.
Aint have no Wiffyoursista  or
nothing. Ya'll no better than that!
And Broth or. I tell ya: ya'll no
better than that! And why those
heifers protesting the usage of
leather
in coats when it's cold. Y'all no better
that that. A long horn Steer!
A beliguim Blue
New York strips
and the Jersey's does too!
And where is the Cow
Palace. Do they serve steaks there?
Bife or beef.
Stable, down pasture there.
He aint noFlank, you think he's
a flank. Moo this man! Moo this!
Alage green, Change water.
_______________________________
Sent Steerly Yours
Angus Angus Cow
"Alfalfa Eater"

Witch

Which way does the spell go? 
Where does her fury go? 
Wry face and fuming heart
Wilted meadow we see
Witching hour saddles her
Waiting to cast the spell
Walking on mystic lanes


September 27, 2023.

Inhibition

INHIBITION

Failure to heal from what or who hurt you,
automatically inhibits you from getting through,
causing to bleed those that didn't cut you.

Failure to forgive those that smite with pain
saddles you with heavy heart & look of disdain.
Certainly, this is a lifestyle you can't retain.


VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
Form: Rhymes 
Copyright ©? 5th June, 2023.

Riddles

riddles
            in your head 
            hold like saddles
            reins as you move ahead
            puzzles

Every Tomorrow

A new day
The door opens
Pathway
Dawn harbingers
The unseen unfolds
A sojourn
Questions
Flood our minds
Further
We journey
More saddles
They sculpt and build us
We stand with a brave heart
Gloom
Diverse part of life



December 18, 2022.
Writing Challenge - Yalto Form - Poetry Contest,
Constance La France.

A Well Worn Saddle

The beauty of a well worn saddle
If only it could speak of its earlier days 
It’s wear tells a story, marred by the rub of denim on the open range
The saddle soap stain; mottled by an early spring rain
The busted stitches; the remnants from a horse’s mane
It’s decorative leather tassels weathered and frayed
Manifesting a story of harder days
We can gather much by the saddles tattered worn sight
The leather reveals the cowboy riding, day and night
Driving a herd as the cattle dogs snip and bite
Busting a covey of bobwhites	
O’ the irony of a saddles tale
The loneliness, the camaraderie, the serenity of life on the trail
The wear tells a story, the beauty of a saddle, worn well

Australia Day 2022

Another Australia Day has dawned again
The question s why can’t we all be friends
A flag flies over us
Including the Union Jack makes a fuss

We are here now and will remain
The years and wars attest our fame
And there are things that I feel
Were abhorrent in our deal

The first Australians had it raw
And it’s difficult to even the score
It seems that colonialism still echoes on
Even though it is long enough gone

So our national day occurs 
Where excuses are like saddles with burrs
 Should we be left to make it right
When we weren’t even in the fight.

© Paul Warren Poetry

El Charro

For Vicente Fernandez

The dirt
The sweat
The horses,
Saddles off,
Brushed.

The girl who thinks she is pregnant.
The woman who is.
The man with no money is his pocket
The man with pockets full.
The man who stumbles.
The women who watch.

The broken hearts
The soon to be’s
The finger waggers
The I-will-nevers
The I-told-you so’s.

But listen!
Everything stops.
The world and its noise 
And clatter and-
    He sings!
    Listen!
You can hear
The sound of falling in love
The quiet flames filling space
And space and space again.
The skirts swirl
The men dance when they couldn’t before.
El Charro!
El Charro!
Nothing is wrong
When we hear your voice
Fill the night
Across our lonely plains
And valleys and mountains.

Turn up the radio
Turn it up loud-
Loud.
El Charro sings!
El Rey!
He sings!

Her Name Was Regret

Her name was Regret, with a rocket step
She was chestnut flashing, released lightning
In a century past, an age of side saddles and corsets
She was feminism set free, blazing down racetracks

She matched the undefeated wind
Besting the boys, again and again
Her arduous suitors, fools for the chase
Fell, one by one, under her pace
And, left to shade of golden wings flown
Had to settle for escorting her home

She was the first queen to display the red
Of Kentucky Derby roses around her head
Her exploits so adroit, she won her peers
And named American Horse of the Year

Her place in racing legacy, set
Not bad for a filly named Regret.

(in 1915, Regret was the first filly to win the Kentucky Derby)

10/14/21

A Notable Horse Premiere contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguor
Placed 10th

Poem of the Day
10/15/21

Vagabond Romance

romance of a Roma waggon
tinkering around the world
dreams of blissful freedom
no possessions nothing to lose
bells and whistles violin music
horses with intricate saddles
gallivanting on free reins
crackling camp fires

before you unsettle
look around you
scapegoating and othering
xenophobic attacks
even a tramp under a bridge
has less ill repute
at least a German born hobo

last caveat
visit the museum
at Auschwitz Birkenau


27th August 2021

Hucksters

You'd hear them every morning
Like a band of baritones
The echoes of the horseshoes
Clacking, on the cobblestones
Each huckster with a wagon
Pulled behind a blindered roan
Parading back and forth between
The rows of old brownstones

One would have fresh vegetables
And one would have fresh fruits
Another might have leather goods
Like saddles, shoes or boots
From furniture to pots and pans
Each peddler resolute
But if you looked then walked away 
They'd follow in pursuit

Some just made deliveries
Likes eggs, or milk, or ice
Regardless of their service
Each one friendly, each one nice
Though some might have a gimmick
Like a special, to entice
If you had bought from them before
They might just drop their price.


    By Daniel Turner

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