With limp thunder
came silent still-born rain.
Sky broke,
clouds chose
to play apart today,
as the gray clad stand-ins
in blue duffel coats,
and snow white hoods
slunk away, to fade away,
like peals of bells
fade when echoes fail
to surface on
soft absorbent
compliant surfaces.
Black clouds like the thunder
missed the role-call.
Remained waiting
in the bleachers
for someone
to applaud,
to gee-up
the thunder with claps,
to raise a curtain call.
To giddy-up, giddy-up
the mighty steed Thunder,
to do its
clippety-clop, clippety-clop thing.
to do its
rumble, rattle and roll,
with steely shod and shiny
hooves on cobble stones.
Sometimes my dear steed Thunder,
led along on its reins and bridle,
enters the storm unmounted,
hushed to neigh forlorn,
in gray clouds,
in sky-blue skies.
Categories:
unmounted, storm,
Form: Free verse
chrysalis tears
meconium oozes
soft wings cling
butterfly’s
pupal fluid
red like blood
caterpillar and chrysalis
combine to change
ugly duckling to swan
first flight
like a falling forest tree
without sound
without witnesses
beauty unexamined
unmounted
Categories:
unmounted, beauty, butterfly,
Form: Free verse
You said you were cured
What sickness doth ail you?
I thought we were friends
So what wall did you break through?
We chat so infrequently
Your condition is hidden
Like you locked away feelings
Like a wild horse unridden
You said you were cured
If it's true I'm all for it
I just wanted the best
If it hurts don't ignore it
I wonder if somewhere
I neglected to say this
As we journeyed so briefly
As a friend was I remiss?
You said you were cured
Of this thing unrecounted
Of this heaviest burden
From your shoulders, unmounted
I pray for you; healing
And love and a wholeness
I'm sorry it's late
I'm regretful for slowness
I pray for you; respite
And a peace unrelenting
That the kindness of others
Overwhelms while presenting
You said you were cured
I don't want to believe it
If the medicine's love
There's still time to receive it
Categories:
unmounted, best friend, care, christian,
Form: Rhyme
Riding out among the tall grass and sage
I came on a pile of old cowboy's bones
No grave was dug and there was no marker
to say who it was that died here alone
I wonder if when his final light blinked
was there someone who held his memory
Or was he just a lonely old cowboy
who roamed o'er this vast Montana prairie
Did he have a woman he left behind
to shed a tear or cry out in sorrow
Were there any children who might want to
carry his name into their tomorrow
Or maybe he had folks back in the east
who hadn't heard from him in many years
Where his mamma mourned her son every night
praying for him through eyes filled up with tears
Whoever he was will never be known
so I unmounted and dug him a grave
I wrapped his bones up in my camp blanket
on a bended knee a prayer I gave
Lord would you please watch over this man’s soul
as he rides your herd through eternity
Where the grass is green and the water’s sweet
because he’s just another cowboy like me
Categories:
unmounted, poems, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Mythica wishes me to curse her
might she tell the tale of our
troubles to find make script for the
fools of Olympus. She then shall
become pregant that the Gods of mortals
shall see her troublings and have sympothy
on her. Aphodiety might smile
and whisper to him: unmounted she
shall have favor. Speak ill of me and
they shall gather to make my
wways unpleaseant and
altered.
Amist the screples of words
might she untangle the
Sorra and read. To stand
foolish and unwanted!
Oh yeah world of men
she her in troublin
site her wicked ways
speak of her as such
oh ye men of men of wisdom
might her sufferage
sought the slender
stand before the nights
barest known of gender
"Peel my grapes and Feed Me
Might you than be his
until then Might she love me
than she shall be his
peel my grapes and feed me
a simple skilless chore
Might I speak of you caring
how you love and chore"
From the Book Fetch the Citole' By a Dry Places
Categories:
unmounted, beautiful, betrayal, character, culture,
Form: Bio
are eagle things
it was noticed
that she didn't take a fall...
the wings in her back
were really God's call
" I was walking
in a very green field
when I saw a bald eagle
who presented a shield...
the lines were fine
and behind them revealed
a blanket of stars
and a riddle of sorts...
it started my heart
so without delay
I seized the day
and found a path
through art "
72 stones on the front
they counted
but around the square circle
are three unmounted
sides...
the eagle offered rides
so I took a quick stair
and circled 9 times
adding feathers to my hair
the count is 12 days
and a 13th layer
but only One God
who called them all hOurs
the eagle nodded
and then she said 'stars'...
feathers
32+33+9 = 74
bricks
72 x 4 = 288 x 74 = 21312 'bacab'
2880 can be minutes in two days
288 can be hours in 12 days
so 21312 / 12 = 1776 / 2 = 888
Categories:
unmounted, god, woman,
Form: Free verse
Last night I heard a horn scream.
I ran to my window and witnessed this scene.
I could see a man on a horse in the shadow of night.
Then the rider unmounted and was surrounded by light.
From the light I was blinded and I could no longer see.
There was no one around, except for him and me.
Then the horse ran off, and the screaming horn stopped.
I regained my vision, then to my knees I dropped.
I saw myself as a child, sitting just outside.
I could also see this rider, kneeling right by my side.
I could feel his pain and see tears on his cheek.
I tried to call out, but I could not speak.
His arm was around me as I continued to watch.
There was a cross on his shoulder with blood in every notch.
When I was a child and felt fear to the bone.
I could now see he was there and never left me alone.
God stays with his children as they wander this earth.
He is there at the end, and at the moment of birth.
I now understand and no longer feel flawed.
I am loved and protected, by my savior and God!
1-23-21
Categories:
unmounted, dream,
Form: Rhyme
The horse – a creature of blind passion – pawed
The earth beside the silent fallen form
A digger of graves more noble and more odd
Than ever I had chanced to see before
His raven mane flashed in the waning light
Which time to time broke through the pressing clouds
His nodding passion and his frothing cry
Failed in their valiant efforts to arouse
Some battle fought long since had caused the wound
That took the rider from the reins at last
And left the steed unmounted in a world
Unknown by journeys or by battles past
Dark senses now compelled the ungripped beast
To travel far from sounds of master’s fray
And find some place of tranquil rest at last
Sweet reason’s constant battle’s lost this day
Unreined, unburdened, free to roam at will
The creature’s innate knowledge must prevail
To take the place of Master’s hard learned skill
And keep blind passion on an earthly trail
And I’ll forever follow down this trail
Where passion always leads the lost and least
For I have lost my Master’s voice today
And I am now this roaming, riderless beast
Categories:
unmounted, passion,
Form: Rhyme
She had a sword
To cut of the heads
Of subjects not fitting
She has a heart
That lies upon a cold stone
Torn, withered
A knight from afar
On horseback did ride
Passing by the tombstone
He glanced, the wind at his back
He slowed, for no reason
Other than chance
He unmounted and strolled over
To this old stone of long ago
And felt the beating heart
Of the past
Categories:
unmounted, adventure, beauty, death, mystery,
Form: Light Verse
SIX AND SO SICK
into the eternal. far from the real
saddened by six bells which no longer peel
six clappers stand now, stilled and so quiet
death took them away and life could not deny it
extinguished were six flames, flickering names
players were they in such dangerous games
equestrians, gamesmen, strong upon steed
but unmounted and showed did their need
gone into the eternal by me they'll be missed
gallant they rode into smoke of the mist
my eyes saw as they rode, and a tear did I form
their end, although painful, was far from the norm
choking and vomiting, death was not calm
did once all they wanted was a shot in the arm
paid they the price for their weakness of soul
now six of them lay six feet deep in a hole
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Categories:
unmounted, angst,
Form: Englyn