Best Courses Poems
Sixty thousand pounds
One hundred sixty horses
Snorting like leviathan
On uncharted courses
Eleven feet of width
Thirty-two of reach
Tank-like tracks that crush the rock
With a metallic screech
Carving up the hillside
With the greatest ease
Playing toss with boulders
Plucking up huge trees
A tree that falls is heard
Some even make a sigh
A sound that makes me wince
I will not tell a lie
Progress can be brutal
On nature, we intrude
We like to make an entrance
Loud and brash and rude
I tell myself the openings
Make room for trees to grow
Or so I justify;
I’m pretty good, you know
Deftly flicking boulders
Smoothing out the dirt
Yard by yard he moves along
Master craft at work
It’s not for the timid
Or the faint of heart
Carving trails on mountainsides
Truly is an art
We’ve started every morning
Briefly, with a prayer
For Shawn and for his safety
And for God’s presence there
Hard to juxtapose
Stewardship, dominion:
The beauty there down in the vale,
Diesel-powered pinions
In time, the forest will forget
And cover up our scars
For now, I walk His wooded trail
At night, beneath His stars.
Categories:
courses, appreciation, corruption, creation, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
I sit at my table - I sip onion soup
It's good for my cough - bad case of the croup
I could do with a meal and something to sup
But the bar is now closed - the buffet locked up
The dry glass of flowers long started to wither
I yell for the waiter to make him run hither
The air con is broken I tell the garçon
It needs a regas - kindly put the fan on
Feeling light headed - the air closely stifles
I open my backpack and check on my rifle
I take out my weapon - look into the muzzle
The waiter just hoofs it - he answers this puzzle
He returns with a bottle and drinking glassware
A plate of moule-frites with some haricot vert
A slice of French brie in a fresh French baguette
And a royal dessert - an ice cream coronet
I pick up my glass of cool German hock
With fake deference I fake tug my forelock
He takes from his apron some pen and some paper
He's taking a poll - so how was your waiter?
I've gone four lines over - the limit I'm hitting
But hang on a second - this might not be fitting
And where are the horses in this French venue?
With snails and frog leggies - they're on the menu
Uses (sort of) the following words (in bold): muzzle, forelock, fetlock, hock, withers, stifle, poll, croup, gaskin, frog, hoof and coronet.
What on Earth inspired me
In life when I have to compete
I'm sometimes a little offbeat
This time I split words
Used meanings absurd
And wrote about menued horse meat
Reposting date: November 6th 2016
This contest: Take the dagger from my heart please - 3
Original contest: Horses
Original contest finalised: October 30th 2016
Categories:
courses, funny, horse, humor, humorous,
Form:
Verse
Applications are done
Relaxing under the sun
High School tassels distant memory
Senior prom night issues buried
New relationships are the present worry
Bringing stress with the luggage they carry
Acceptance letter was received
From number one school ‘would you believe?’
Leaving the state
New adventures a wait
Sounding exciting and great
Yesterday was above the rest
Today going back having to impress
University colors are the dress code
As it was told
Touring the campus trying to get it sold
Specific lure was a certain school
Program of study academically cool
Selected a major months ago
It was in coming student thinking what they know
First week starts before Labor Day
Then a long weekend ‘now determined to stay’
Courses scheduled and made
Calculating possible grade
Hoping it was a good trade
Since the credit card used when paid
Car is fully packed
Even the roof has tied down laundry sack
Not one more thing can fit
Only free space where the driver sits
Key turn start the engine
Four year commitment firm decision
All this to get an entrepreneur salary position
Or is it a place to mature
Adulthood knocking on the door
Whispering in the ear ‘are you sure?’
About the curriculum core
All it takes knowing oneself
Socializing positive and in good health
Navigating through honesty and wealth
Books are armor for a power strut
Realizing with others ‘you know what?’
Walking away
One thing to say
Reminding upperclassman ‘you graduate in May’
College is the time
Challenge the mind
And in the end a well-educated person is the find
Listening to the pomp and circumstance chime
Categories:
courses, america, class, confidence, education,
Form:
Rhyme
I sit at my table - I sip onion soup
It's good for my cough - bad case of the croup
I could do with a meal and something to sup
But the bar is now closed - the buffet locked up
The dry glass of flowers long started to wither
I yell for the waiter to make him run hither
The air con is broken I tell the garçon
It needs a regas - kindly put the fan on
Feeling light headed - the air closely stifles
I open my backpack and check on my rifle
I take out my weapon - look into the muzzle
The waiter just hoofs it - he answers this puzzle
He returns with a bottle and drinking glassware
A plate of moule-frites with some haricot vert
A slice of French brie in a fresh French baguette
And a royal dessert - an ice cream coronet
I pick up my glass of cool German hock
With fake deference I fake tug my forelock
He takes from his apron some pen and some paper
He's taking a poll - so how was your waiter?
I've gone four lines over - the limit I'm hitting
But hang on a second - this might not be fitting
And where are the horses in this French venue?
With snails and frog leggies - they're on the menu
18th October 2016 - entry for "horses" contest
Uses (sort of) the following words (in bold): muzzle, forelock, fetlock, hock, withers, stifle, poll, croup, gaskin, frog, hoof and coronet.
Categories:
courses, food, funny, humor, humorous,
Form:
Verse
Golf courses are beautiful to look at.
Green vistas in a blasted world.
Birds twittering all about.
Growls, hums and whirring sounds from traffic streaming by.
Children screaming and laughing.
A shiny ball watched suspiciously by a couple of crows.
Electric carts, a quick margarita, a five wood.
Where else will you see bright green plaid shorts and red shoes?
What a bunch of fine forms.
The course is speckled with white sand traps, responsible for the loss of many a golfer.
White chairs and white tents and people getting married in the conventional style.
But I think it's the trees. And the rolling hilly vistas down the course. A world within a world of care and worry. A place to forget, for a while and just listen.
The occasional expletive elicits an empathic smile.
Bright colors in this world belie the garish anonymity of the world outside.
A little way station on the way back to Purgatory.
A little rest before the war resumes.
Categories:
courses, peace,
Form:
Free verse
The pandemic unfolds, relentlessly
Hiding here and there, shamelessly
Guerilla tactics in the crowded jungle
An uninformed battle line can only bungle
So we are back to commodity trading
Peddling wares whose glamour is fading
Selling systems which worked in yesteryear
Declaring of home-grown innovation, real fear
Mentally and emotionally we are at the ceiling
Tomorrow may bring the unknown feeling
Living in the past, we go back to school
Trying to see, who’s the bigger fool
When AIDS hit, we rallied our front line forces
MERS and SARS followed the same courses
The text book on this one has not been written
So with Hydroxychloroquine we remain smitten
Categories:
courses, 12th grade, africa, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
7/18/17
Here let me paint you another portrait
What you consider ugly, another may consider gorgeous
and vice versa,
the same could be said for thinking this world is small or enormous
Throughout any courses
Similar and opposing forces
From the same or different sources
Near or far from wild and tamed horses
It all was or wasn't in accordance
To having minor or major importance
As days become longer and shorten
The whole pie or mere portions
Crumbs and pennies or an entire fortune
Objects gone away or remaining in orbit
Alive or corpses
In and out of any forests
Homes with and without porches
Near and far from orchids
Overall it was a great or terrible performance
Categories:
courses, dark, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
Once the job has been defined health and safety can be addressed by carrying out a risk assessment.
Contractors also have responsibilities for preparing risk assessments. Their risk assessment should fit in
with the clients and provide complimentary information. Contractors will also need information from the
client about the job, the state of plant, etc. when preparing their assessment.
Clearly health and safety needs to be managed effectively throughout the project. Client and contractor
need to co-ordinate their activities through effective communication and close co-operation to ensure
that all risks associated with the job are covered.
Categories:
courses, 12th grade, boy, class,
Form:
Abecedarian
The river courses, its currents speed
as it carves the land; pushes against the mud,
the long grasses bending over the dark deep
light blue-brown.
Her grandmother creaks the rungs
of her rocking chair,
her shawled shape is molded earth colors
like the river and its banks,
both passing time quietly, alone.
The rain changes the sky
outside her window; it becomes Dove-grey.
The clouds are wrapped together,
sunlight cushioned, they are bandages
with the light like blood seeping
until the empyrian is completely covered,
and clots- Venus, Mars and Jupitor, perhaps-
behind the outer layer of the celestial sphere
in a sea of wedding-white.
The full moon is veiled
within the cottony gauziness,
it shines in the violent heavens.
Categories:
courses, age, beauty, color, creation,
Form:
Free verse
Hello.
Today I will be your server!
Welcome to the world of eat whatever is set before you.
The first breath of crying after the doctor awakens your
two beginning and the end parts. First soup and salad,
variety garden of vegetables, jello, milk, juices and raw
emotional changes within the womb. Time to suckle for yourself
bottle or breast milk. Oh, know you and daddy are on the same
food chain for a month or so. Time for the table delights food that is
to keep you healthy, wealthy and wise. No junk food. You are what you eat.
Ah, now I am simmering down listening for the tea pot to whistle.
Looking out at the new neighbors moving in with their children.
As you pour the hot water in the cup, carefully missing the skin that gravity has
stolen from your arms. Pushing the walker into the dining room to eat soft eggs and toast.
Falling asleep as the angels call you home prepared for you eternal sleep.
Paradise found lessons learned, many meals less desirable, but eaten and digested.
Rest well in His eternal arms in the peace of health without times interferance.
Categories:
courses, death, faith, inspirational, life,
Form:
We scaled the ocean one stormy recess
On rafts we drifted on raging waves
Pulling anchor in at foreign island beaches
And exploring the rocky caves
But one morning we charted courses that couldn’t match
And we didn’t see each other for days
When we met again it was like nothing changed
But we kept on marking our maps in different ways
And it pains me to say,
But dear I feel we’re drifting too far away
For my plans make for steady sailing
And I fear your reckless soul craves hurricanes
Categories:
courses, analogy, best friend, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme
In the murmur of modernity, a disease courses through the veins,
A silent malaise, binding hearts and thoughts in heavy chains,
Where no one thinks, feels, or dares to care deeply anymore,
No spark ignites, no spirit ventures beyond mundane chores.
All emotion drifts like whispers in a forgotten dream,
Beliefs eroded, lost, in an unbroken monotone regime,
Each soul devoured by the pursuit of their own comfortable zone,
God damn mediocrity, the silent parasite that’s grown.
We dwell in mental deserts, vast and devoid of rain,
Where the river of passion has dried up, leaving only pain,
A sterile landscape where boredom makes its nest,
And every heart, though it beats, feels oppressed.
The stars above, once guides, now pale and far,
Their light drowned out by neon's unceasing jar,
No cosmic wonder, no ancient creed inspires,
Only humble life without a trace of fire.
This malady of spirit, this plague of the soul,
Steals the colors from our dreams, making them dark as coal,
No fervent cry for justice, no poetic flight,
Only shadows of disinterest in the realm of night.
Yet in melancholy, a whisper soft as dusk,
Of dreams once lived, of purposes robust,
If only we could break the chains of this affliction’s hold,
Rise from mediocrity, let our spirits unfold.
In the quiet corners of our hearts, let’s rekindle forgotten flames,
Recall the ancient stories, the legendary names,
For in the depth of feeling, in care’s profound embrace,
We may recapture the light, in darkness find our place.
Rise, dreamers, in the twilight's glow,
Let passion burn, reveal your true colors,
Defy the creeping mediocrity, let your spirit soar,
For in the deep beat of the heart, true life intensifies.
Categories:
courses, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
A mare is a female horse
Of course
I've never heard of a nightmare
My Dad said it was a very bad dream
And should be called a nightscare
Not horses for courses
That run around a track
I can't understand it
A horse
Usually comes back
Of course
One can only hope
I don't mind dreaming of horses
Of course
It's the night scares
I can't cope
Categories:
courses, 1st grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Are things becoming obscene..'
With the (over-greens?)
Starvation an aim ?
Sacrifice..' Is it on your name?
M I N D the slope.. So
Much evidence..' Yet offers?, No
Hope..Whats cooking ain't
Chook.' And its really, not so good
If you'll only take a look..!
Categories:
courses, analogy, education,
Form:
Rhyme
My grandfather once told his horse:
You may not lose job now, of course,
But may, sometime later
To one who drives tractor,
Try, learn new things 'you' to endorse.
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Limerick |09.07.2025| humour, changing times
Note: This ditty tells us how horses lost out to higher horse powers! And how true it sounds in our AI age. Today, one has to learn newer skills that AI may not still possess. It tells us to be a lifetime of learner.
Categories:
courses, change, humor,
Form:
Limerick