Short Horsemen Poems
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they walked along
weathered, carrying their guns;
like the four horsemen…
down to the O.K.
guns blazing, bullets flying;
smoke clears, the strong stand…
The forest gallops
Through the night
The horsemen rides
Near candlelight
The mountains
Burrow deep inside
This ground
We whisper wind,
Without a sound
The earth shall tremble
From the trumpets of God
The earth shall split
From the hands of Satan
The four horsemen shall ride,
Upon this earth, but
Nothing shall be forsaken
Greedy media give us sensation:
the four horsemen who bring devastation.
But if they were to stop,
do a bad-good news swap,
we’d bemoan Armageddon’s cessation.
Pestilence, Poverty, War and Disease
sweep this world with valiant ease.
They ride again as once long before,
hoping that they wont come anymore.
Humanity has its minutes counted,
As the horsemen have already departed.
The Four Horses went riding
as I trotted 'round in shame
Two worlds were colliding
and I felt the flame
So here I am in hiding
for I am to blame
Now, Four Horses are dividing
and calling out my name
Form:
They travel at the speed of light
The horsemen passed me by
Through cobblestone streets, at night
The horsemen passed me by
Long black capes and rings of fire
The horsemen passed me by
Mount your horse if you desire
The horsemen fill this sky
At nine when I go to bed
I find many pictures in my head
Castles with dragons prowling around
Gardens where magic fruits are found
Fair ladies prisoned in a tower
Or lost in an enchanted bower
While horsemen ride by stream
That border all this land of dream
I find so clearly in my head
At nine when I go to bed.
Conquest
An endless cycle
Little men with little minds
Want to rule the world
War
History teaches
The one thing humans do best
Is kill each other
Famine
Human paradox
In a world of such plenty
People are starving
Death
Fact or prophecy
The human race is the next
Endangered species
I am born to die, to live and thrive;
I slay all mortals just to stay alive;
There's a rumble of thunder, as the horsemen appear;
All blackened souls shall forever live in fear;
As I watch the demons dig my grave;
I hear the distant sound of bells;
So here you see i stand with the reaper;
To etch my name in the tombstone of Hell.
The angels
of the
true God
Fly in
mid heaven
Searching
the hearts
of men
Reporting back
to their Father
what they read
in the hearts
of men
The horsemen
of the
Apocalypse
The dark horses
of death
Weilding
their swords
of righteousness
to decapitate
the unholy
from among
our kind
to bring in
a new order
of righteous
mankind
To start anew
what was lost
in Paradise
The horsemen rode as it was foretold
The cherished Earth would soon explode
The seals were opened, and love grew cold
While they hoarded their silver and gold
The stars came falling down
And many trembled with fear
A reckoning would soon take place
As angels flew from here to there
Then the trumpets began to sound
The sea sighed and the mountains wept
From the sky, the Earth was swept
end time harbinger, blood on the lunar tides,
how you threaten mortal men and their earthly brides
the cool blue of death masks the lip of starless sky
reeking hellish revelations fearfully implied
four horsemen gallop through the sea of blackest night
pestilence, famine, war, death bring the Blood Moon's bite
full blown the iris of the eye, no white is left
life will end in bloody light leaving all bereft
I have given up on the divinity of man
For in fulfillment’s race I’m an also ran
I’ve suited up, prepared to play
Sat on the bench many a day
Driven by the insanity
There was hope in sanctity
As the horsemen of my soul
Rode in search of being whole
Thundering hooves and flowing manes
Pursue their shadows in cold rains
As I sit and percolate
Struggling to meditate
1/2/2023
An Existential Curiosity
Edward Ibeh
Galloping horses shudder the ground as .....Two
Horsemen draw lashes, striking forth on .....Roads
parallel. Dawn appears through trees and roads .....Diverge
one to the east, the other south. Horseman one .....In
earnest, upon a life depends, carries .....A
somber secret, written on .....Yellow
parchment ; on it drawn a nail through hand and .....Wood
Shadows cast across the land walking with the devil hand in hand.
Dark clouds on the horizon the four horsemen are riding.
Galloping across the plains hell bent on the devil's games.
Travelling like Knights of the damned on mighty steeds scorching the land.
Death and destruction and war is the plan
Reaping the land of every soul is planned
these four men are bound hand in hand
Riding hard to reach the end of this little game the devil has in his hand.
From this day on,
I`m going to leave my heart at home,
with you Mum,
not to get burnt,
mangled
or stollen.
I admit I lie to it
when the dark wings pay me a little visit,
at least my dreams are honest.
Each time I see the Sun
you tell me about the age
before the horsemen came.
Is the bread much stroger than flesh,
the fabric can stand the fire,
may the clay rise as fortress?
I forgot the signs of life,
Mum,
sing to me,
stop the sickle of time!
I sat in my lonely room.
Then I heard the noise of thunder.
There stood before me a man on a pale horse.
I immediately knew it was life’s doom.
My life was forfeited, for him to plunder.
He spoke I was shaken it was ungodly deep and hoarse.
You will be mine herald, he said to me.
Let them know that the horsemen have returned.
He gave me his scythe as proof, it filled me with dread.
For him I bent at the knee.
For him I would love to live in an earthly bed.
OUR CHOICE
this is the winter of our discontent
the four horsemen ride exultant
slaughter in churches
bombed nurseries
corrupt legislators
pollinators dying for lack of forage
all the sun’s blessings can not
disguise our disintegration
small acts of gentleness
saving horses
and tiny piglets from factory farms
a touch of hands
or smile on the phone
keep the choking smoke away
we are the lucky ones
who see these distant fires
signaling from hill to hill
We are the chosen few
Oh so rare
Black roses
Fragile petals bare
We carry your pain
for everyone to see
Our faces white
with your perversion
Eyes blackened
for your suffering
A black waning mouth
Your starvation
These blackened nails
your famine expressed
Arms riddled by scars
Your war torn countries
And I cry for you
Your pain, your suffering
Your corruption,
your selfishness
Not for your
disgust of me
I pity you, as I am riding
with the four horsemen
of the apocalypse
I have no gift of prophecy
For I am doomed by reality
To wars and rumors of war;
There is darkness knocking at the door.
A burst of light that is not the sun,
Who will be the first to plunge
Our world into apocalypse
For vain glory and treasureships?
I have no gift for prophecy,
But signs are there for us to see~
The horsemen will begin their run,*
While pure evil says well done.
*The four horsemen of the apocalypse: conquest/pestilence, war, famine, death.