by Adam Hapworth |
Categories:
abuse, corruption, death, horse,
Moon light impotent
Stables darkness impenetrable
For only the horseman may enter
Those without souls do find their way
World will end by hand of few men
Those incompetent of compassion and caring
The ones who look out only for their heir
While suffering and strife consume
A time will come when the mass will form
Breaking the barriers, seemingly impervious
Where all may have what they do need
Water, love, home and seed
Until such time, which may never appear
Stables darkness will remain
Its halls quite
For the four horses are being ridden today
by Rachel Holland |
Categories:
angst, forgiveness, funny, life, loss, love, mother,
She calls I a thousand names
The black witch of the south
The I in evil
The nothing that lies between
The namesayer
And the timekeeper
The thousand ticking boxes
The terror in the midst
The horseman and the thief
The alien and the astronaut
That came knocking
The air that sucked her lungs
The bitter aftertaste of sugar
The candle that burns bright
The penny that stole the truth
The fantasy leaping from the page
The trouble in the woods
The headline and the news
The temptation that makes men blind
The kiss of death
The final straw
Yes she calls me all these things
And yet all I offered was love
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
memorial,
For Soupers lost – a beautiful bouquet:
for Devonshire and our sweet Connie Wong
(to name at least a few who passed away.)
The list of those deceased has now grown long
since I first came to this site years ago.
I wish that all the new arrivals here
who make Soup great had had the chance to know
the poets who once brought to us such cheer.
Please make some time to visit poems of
Dave Austin, Rico, Milton, Ryerson,
Harry Horseman, and many more! With love,
I reminisce about them and anyone
whom I’ve not named who graced this lovely place.
Their poetry nobody can replace.
by Michelle Faulkner |
Categories:
lost love, remember, river, summer, wind, , western,
When western winds in my ear sing
The memories of rivers bring
A horseman
Cut of rough land and bronze timber
Surefooted walk, lean and limber
Horsepower
I fumbled where he was at ease
Our hands would touch in flirty tease
Of horseplay
Through golden grass, me and my guy
Galloping free to chase the sky
On horseback
Now, in my city life, I keep
Over my bed, to grace my sleep
One horseshoe.
5/09/20
For "Compounding the Verse" contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
by Mark Koplin |
Categories:
christian, future, god,
Number three now arises,
your fasting commence.
Famine brought forth,
your crops recompense.
The third of four,
draws his strength from above.
You can still be redeemed,
put your trust in God's love.
This rider is swift,
revered far and wide.
The horse that he rides,
is black on each side.
Your hunger and thirst,
will leave you deficiently dead.
You will forage and steal,
going out of your head.
The famine he brings,
will dismantle your land.
Beware my dear friend,
your reckoning is at hand.