She rode unsaddled on the mighty horse.
Her hazel hair flew haphazardly and coarse.
They crossed the rippling river, laughing with flair.
They rode to the ranch, her husband waited there.
Yet she needed his love and climbed quickly upstairs.
Placed 2
Categories:
unsaddled, animal, beauty, horse, romantic,
Form: Rhyme
On the other side,
Beyond this view,
We're chauffeured unhindered,
Light and unsaddled,
Unloaded and unrestrained,
We're not framed for this side only.
February 18, 2023.
Bite Size Poem No. 60 Poetry Contest,
Line Gauthier.
Categories:
unsaddled, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
OThe sexual smile the birth and death of kings,
The Plathian axe, the tree, and how it ringd
The horse unsaddled throws its mistress off
The ending of a life, the voice that scoffs.
Even the ugliest man can tell good lies
How a woman’s beauty hurt men’s eyes.
The sexual smile the enemy,the child
The hint of promise paralysed his smile
Categories:
unsaddled, allusion, beautiful, giving,
Form: Rhyme
Will you take a ride with me on an unsaddled pony,
past the dusky copper kettle glow of Gilead pond?
Two young, carefree kids wandering barefoot..
far as we can see the fields stacked in hay, our highway
The Summer sun we'll chase away to the end of days
'til the dark, moonless forest voices call.
No lightning lights Vega's face, not even your hand
catches Cassiopeia's distant glance.
Can we return one day to bottle cap mysteries untold,
down the long lost dusty finger of Birdie Galyan Road?
Categories:
unsaddled, life, nature, remember, stars,
Form: Pastoral
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
Categories:
unsaddled, celebration,
Form: Rhyme
Take me again…
Take me… for I am nothing without you
Tease my desires with your fingers a’ wander
Upon quivering flesh, shivering needs cry
All of this is yours, deeply offered, rhythmically played
Bite me… little marks to revisit at dawn
My chest, my thighs, my soul pleads
Drinking of this passion, thirsting for more
Peering up at you, wings flutter within my heart
Use me… as I lay here, hands lifting
Slow circles encompass warm breaths
Moaning eclipses bring edged light from outer visions
Cupped of fevered frenzy and firm decisions
Ride me… I am your stallion, unsaddled, unbridled
Grip my mane, tear at my shoulders, guide me to that valley
Where whispering willows sway in mahogany waves
Finding the depths of your heightened encampment
Scream me… my name on your lips excites
When the comet appears and streaks the sky
Flashing sparks meld between us shimmering, erupting
in a cosmic flow, lava escapes in hot pulsating streams
Take me again… for I am nothing without you
Good night Soupers
Categories:
unsaddled, good night, sensual,
Form: Free verse
us deranged poets doubt the day,
if sharp of mind is on display,
or am i somewhere up the creek
looking for to find the leak,
me mentals gone astray...
up the creek with a brain thats addled,
calamity till im unsaddled,
or freak
so watch yer back, 4 gross attack ,
from some deranged of snyde,
imagination is on track,
sidestep ol suicide....
re "Edge of Insanity"
good work Anthony Nutter!
Don
Categories:
unsaddled, adventure,
Form: Ballad
yeah, right
there where the flower blossoms
and flags
where mustangs rove the prairie
and two nebulas lose their
virginity in a cheap motel
room where you are an
unsaddled bellhop
flogging a dead
idea.
Categories:
unsaddled, on work and working,
Form: Free verse
On a high and scraggy cliff above the soggy sea
There, there my memory drifts, to find the things
That so enamored me. A gull aloft in silent glee
Upon the eye, happy longings and wonder brings
And a child's desire to fly
And a child's desire to fly
The waves foaming white, unsaddled, wild and free
Gallop on the blue terrain, gallop to the shores
And in my fancy the freed spirits billowing call to me
Come we are freedom's chosen doors, sweet doors
From life's chain of poverty
From life's chain of poverty
I loved their tease, their seductive calls, like I love
Women full of zest and daring, but I was not drunk at all
To plunge and leave the beauty framed by the above
To waste without a paramour. But each spray would fall
On the flowers of my heart
On the flowers of my heart
Growing on the grimy gorge of rock, resplendent in the sun
A beauty unsurpassed in gold, in vanity and in show
A tough shrub almost like marigold, where little crabs run
My scraggy cliff, my heights above ships distant glow
My favorite place to dream
My favorite place to dream
Categories:
unsaddled, childhood, fantasy, love, nostalgiabeauty,
Form: Verse
O Shaka, my father, my father, fallen
To perfidy of deception
My amputated glory
On the golden glow of autumn
My terminus and my rejection
O Shaka, great Zulu, warrior, chief
Momentous man of destiny
That rode her horse unsaddled
Why did you trust that half hearted brother
After they gospelled him
The missionaries in false feathers
Promised thrity pieces of unpaid silver
And never paid again
Neither forty acres or the mule
I cannot measure you by mass of their myth and history
So that I do today
Have nothing to show my children but a tale
Your daughter, my father's grandmother
Like a crumpled paper of genealogy avails
Little for the glory of a throne
And the private wonder
Who throw the dice for man's fate
Who before my face
Closed the undiscovered gate?
Categories:
unsaddled, holiday
Form: Free verse