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Harness Racing

Harness Racing ( Poem )

Horses pull a two wheeled cart
If it breaks you will depart

Place a bet before it starts
Good wager wins if played smart

Riders ready at the gate
Fans no longer have to wait

Athlete sport with high speed
Is a skill you surely need

At times a horse can fall down
Sad to see that come around

Last turn has crowd in a roar
We wait to hear close end score

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By: Doris Anne Beaulieu


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XXX Movies (in IV scenes)

i closed my eyes
and heres what i saw:

a horse being burned
by other horses
they all had the same owner
they all lived in the same place
but the burning horse was different
or as the others called him:
odd and EVIL

i opened my eyes
as i sat in the pew next to you

i covered my ears
and heres what i heard:

seven voices singing in unison
six of them were VILE
they cursed
and swore their blasphemous lips until they bled
and the last one
was so beautiful
it killed me

i started to listen
and realized today was your weekly Christian day

i closed my mouth
and heres what i tasted:

this sweet poison
intoxicating me
it seemed so perfect
(it wore a VEIL)
so i married it and consumed it
i felt fine at first
but the poison did me in
it burned and tore my flesh slowly
all because i chose the wrong goblet

i vomited
and never went to you again

i closed my heart to you
and this is how i died:

i emptied my soul
into your bloody rivers
i demolished myself
and made me you
i shredded my heart
so you could repair it
i died in their church
so you could show them
that you never told us to die
but:
''because of my son, you LIVE"

and there my story ends
and you have no part in it
evil, vile, veil, and live
are all spelled the same
(when coming from your pen)

but you are not the author
nor editor of my life
you are but a simple match
striking yourself upon me
with the hope to consume me in YOUR flame
just so you can feel better about yourself
feel better about you
feel better
please...


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SMOKING PRESSURE

waiting to be a part of the group,
just ending up at the tail of the joint.
bad habits gone wild;
broken promises and lies,
brooding and waiting that never dies.
built up bottles of pressures,
not too sure where it comes from.
complexity of self-denial complex!!!
roads ending up nowhere:
trials just trying your patience,
looking forward to the beginning,
but not the end........
still struggling after being broken,
or the pressures of not having experience.
redeemful of dim chaos,
so strange that this is not all because of this.
not to mention a loser so lost,
still trying to find life's meaning.
too bad the joy can't subside the hurt................