Best Derby Poems
~The Kentucky Derby~
(Quatrain)
What a glorious day it is today,
As people of all ages are having fun,
Because the Kentucky Derby race,
Is taking place till the day is done.
You can really see all around the,
Throughbred beautiful horses,too,
That will be competing for the,
grand prize that they'll give today.
There are very large crowds everywhere,and,
Folks are laughing and making bets to,
For their favorite horses everywhere, and,
You can feel their excitement mounting too.
You can see the jockeys walking around,
Displaying proudly all their best colors and silks too.
They all seem to be,more than ready for this race,
While taking last notes here and there to make things okay today.
Well,this wonderful race is about to start any moment now.
The horses are being prepared in every way,and that's true,
As they're all looking their very best from head to hoofs,
The winner will receive a very beautiful cup and great honors,too.
So many bets that are at stake here for so many today,
People are very excited, rushing all over the place to,
As the horses and their jockeys are getting ready now,
The jockeys are looking so proud atop the horses they'll ride, too.
The horses and jockeys are now set for this much awaited race,
They're all in line and in their position to start anytime to,
But it will take a long time for sure for this race to be over,
But already it looks like "Black Beauty" is about to make history today.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
November.16.2016
So swift behooves...
in challenging quest...
competitive hearts...
race their best...
A treasure to win...
one measurable test...
for equine ones..
Churchills best.
Here we are in the spring month of May.
It’s late afternoon on the month’s first Saturday.
Lo and behold, we have another Derby Day.
The annual Running of the Roses takes place today.
At Churchill Downs racetrack in old Kentucky,
several thousand spectators are hoping to get lucky.
Whether they are betting for a win, place, or show,
the first horse crossing the wire is what they would like to know.
Horse racing holds no interest for me.
I have much better uses for my money.
Through the days of blistering toil.
A murmur of spirit after a blissful
trial.These were the emotions on this
endless day.Minutes later in single
file, were prints from hoofs in the
muddy soil.While easing toward
drudgery and withdrawal.The amazing
thoroughbreds entered their stall.
Jockeys clambered onto their colts.
As they were trained superbly, for
the oncoming derby.While over the
loudspeaker the narrator spoke.
Calling out numbers for only who was
there.Consider a victory and the
triple crown.Ready to gain-gain an
inch of ground.Thoroughbred racing
was the name of the game.Where
hesitating was nothing, and no
one to blame.Where multitudes of
spectators impatiently waited, for the
master racers to open the gate.A
photograph finish ended the race.
Beaten by a length-a length out of
pace.Was the thoroughbred racer
in second place..
The Derby Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1982,1987..ALL rights reserved..
In the league, you are considered among the greats.
What an awesome force being a woman on roller skates.
As the team’s captain, there are no harbored fears.
It all seems routine from performances done for years.
The fans have loved you since graduation from training school.
They all come to see “The Queen” thinking you are cool.
What a sound the wheels make going around the track.
With the other girls, you spearhead the attack.
In a sixty-second jam, you skate past the pack.
Attempts are made to get as many points as possible.
How you skate at such a fast speed is incredible!
What a big attraction you are at any rink.
When this game is over, why not join me for a drink?
YOUR LOOKING GOOD AFTER A FEW DAYS REST.
YOUR FANS ARE HERE IN THEIR SUNDAYS BEST.
ACCORDING TO WRITERS, YOUR BETTER THAN MOST.
WHIRLAWAY BUDDY, WE'RE ONLY MINUTES FROM POST.
LET'EM SET THE PACE. WE'LL LET THEM RUN.
WE'LL COME FROM BEHIND MAKE IT LOOK LIKE FUN.
IN THE BACK STRETCH, THAT'S OUR TIME.
WE'LL MOVE UP FRONT AND WE'LL BE FINE.
OUT OF THE FAR TURN AND INTO THE STRETCH,
TAKE OVER THE RACE, THERE'S A BIG PURSE TO FETCH.
FROM INSIDE OUTSIDE STAY IN STRIDE.
IN THE WINNERS CIRCLE WE CAN STAND WITH PRIDE.
WHEN CROSSING THE FINISH, REMEMBER TO SMILE.
WE WANT THIS VICTORY TO LAST US A WHILE.
WHIRLAWAY, BABY, YOU HAVE A GREAT NAME,
AND IT BELONGS IN THE HALL OF FAME.
EDDIE ARCARO AND WHIRLAWAY.
TRIPLE CROWN WINNERS AND IT ALL STARTS TODAY.
WRITTEN IN MEMORY OF HORSE RACING'S LEGENDARY 1941 TRIPLE CROWN WINNER WHIRLAWAY AND JOCKEY EDDIE ARCARO.
As swift behooves,
In challenging quest,
Competitive hearts,
Race their best,
A treasure to win,
One measurable test,
For equine ones,
The World's Best.
new renditions to have compared later. This is with As starting out on first line.
A woman of thousand hands,
Never I could imagine,
When I was just Ten,
My Mother said she has,
At twenty five, after my marriage,
I really found those thousand hands,
Attached very close to my arms,
And I am still pleading god for some.
Before the cock coos my mornings wake,
Kitchen chaos with oil spills and burnt fingers,
Pressure cooker whistles and washing machine grunts,
Coffee to in laws and Green tea to husband,
School bus horns always haunt,
To feed their break fast makes me gaunt,
To pack their lunch and daily books,
And search all around for the little one's missed notebook
The socks and lace of my husband shoes,
Always play hide and seek to choose
His shirt and trousers neatly ironed
To tie his tie he roars like lion,
When omelet and sandwich toasted brown,
His face turns red and gruesome,
When he skips his breakfast for the 8 clock train,
My heart slips a beat to feel his hunger pain
The dinning table chairs are booked,
To serve my in laws with what was cooked,
Mocking stories and ill treating attitude,
Not a pinch of love or pleasing gratitude,
I swallow my tears for no time to wipe,
They always show their royal hype,
Seven years in their home,
They just look me like a servant with broom.
My saree and blouse dumped in cupboard,
Nothing matching and nothing good,
To tie them around with hooks and pins
It pricks my fingers but no time to clean the redskin,
What is left in the empty vessels
Fills my hungry stomach muscles
With little packed in shoulder bag,
And a portion of that to the pet that wags.
I run with heavy heart and soul,
So many thoughts and worries roll,
The bus stand queue shakes my leg,
The crowded Omni with no seats to beg,
Swiped my card but 10 minutes late,
Nothing can change, this is my fate
The ardent boss and flowing files,
Not one day enough to clear those piles,
When I sat on my seat,
Tears rolled down my cheeks,
Like a horse in the Derby race,
I run for life with out rest or space,
The credits goes to the Jockey on top,
Nobody notices the poor horses eye drop,
This is the destiny of working women like me,
Who serve as roots for the beautiful fruit tree.
Earth's golden orb rises o're the new eastern sky,
Where red sandhills and goslings blithely fly.
The secret mist of the morning bids its final adieu,
As a young day spontaneously, begins anew.
A spectacular derby in technicolor array,
Creation of marvels beyond all mortal purvey.
Strategies and concepts each totally unique,
Imaginative images, unusual techniques.
Like a Donatello or more modern Rodin,
Or a charming sunset, on the banks of the Thames.
Like waves sculpting sands to incredible shapes,
Masters of design, multi-faceted scapes.
Drafting to paper near perfect forms,
Like Katrina's eye, the heart of the storm.
Thoughts and drawings consigned to wood,
Gravity of assignments, way more than hath stood.
Each masterpiece weighted and given their due,
Fully loaded, then firmly sealed with sealant hot glue.
Scientifically apportioned, positioned in place,
Scaled aerodynamically, all else displaced.
Like the tide's surge that fills the narrowing fjord,
Each storm its waters, the work of our Lord.
Like the great Cumulus arching up to the sky,
Fiery chariots cinema-graphing, in our mind's eye.
Next to the last step they sand, then they buff;
Visages changing to finished from rough.
Transformed master sculptures, all parts in their place,
Ready at last, for the great derby race.
A final veneer, their colors of choice,
Sparkling, gleaming finishes for these magnificent toys.
Anticipation escalating fore' the event begins,
Rooting for our favorites, family or friends.
aabb May 2, 2015
mice roller derby
begins at dusk in my home
… AUTUMN has arrived
for Lauren
racing along the crescent rainbow track into the human race
a starting gate drawn on a diagonal perspective to innovation
breaking the colour spectrum like a powerful brainstorm
riding from grassroots...rising to break the glass ceiling on the vertical
a supersonic impact sounding our heartbeat
a glowing prism of enlightenment into golden sunsets
each lane of colour, a special talent of the seven intelligences
myth and imagination striding for liberty
the human spirit galloping through nobility
burning like a torch, scorching eternal memory
piloting a superior being on a victory lap
an enchanted force, our curse to be forever victorious
seeking knowledge and truth at all cost
finding reason and innovation instead
the keen senses of prey becoming heightened as a conscience hunter
chasing the horizon in a herd of Pegasus’ like a vortex'
a brilliant white formation of storm clouds forms
at height of a heated race to perform a classic derby
rumbling as they cross the once blue sky like jetpacks into our double helix
the human spirit on wings to freedom driven on horsepower
the day the gods gave man willpower
The
Merseyside derby
The Red Peril
For every Blue
Even Bluer after 90 minute's
The tortured fan's faces grimace
Children cry on the long road home
This is not the 1st and it won't be our last
But we are born Everton Blue
It's in our D.N.A
Tomorrow is another Day
To face Red Enemy Fire
Thank the Lord for Beer
It's a Saturday
the first in the month of May
Kentucky Derby
The running of the roses
The first jewel in the crown
Men dressed in top hats and tails
Ladies in designer dresses and fascinators,
Bookmakers standing by the rails
Taking bets singles or accumulators,
Epsom downs, Derby day classic
The best of three year old equines,
Tensions heightened becoming dramatic,
Punters drinking champagne and wines,
Beautiful majestic Arabian athletes
Parade in front of the stand, so elegant,
Coats shining, muscular, nothing competes
Showing their professional temperament,
Jockeys in pristine silks so colourful,
Trainers and owners in the paddock,
Stall handlers loading horses so skilful,
Under starters orders ready to gallop,
Stalls open, up goes a roar from the crowd
One and half mile to the finish and victory,
Last furlong favourite in the lead, cries so loud,
Another exquisite young Colt makes history.
On June 3rd 2017
Got up at four
Scored some fresh bait the night before
Boat and tackle are loaded offshore
Going derby fishing at the reservoir
Needing to stop at the store
For some beverages ice and more
This is coming together so nice
Been looking forward to it for nights
Even got in a fight with my wife
It's just not right
How she was so not polite
She knows better than to get in my way
Especially when I have been planning this day
Spending it competing, derby fishing
No way I'm going to go missing
On a day I have been derby wishing
Finally in my boat underway
Making my getaway to go play
I am here for the rest of the day
Sun rising over the mountain tops
I have my favorite rod that just rocks
Going to blow their socks off
You know how all the fisherman talk
Most of them can't walk the walk
Off to my favorite rock where the fish flock
Already stalked it out for big fish
That will fulfill my derby wish
My pole in the water doing my thing
With plenty of bling, bling to fling to the fish
Then it happens, zing I felt the hook sting
My pole bent with me clinging to it
I knew that this is where the big ones dine
Reeling it in when the fish tried to snap the line
Had a heck of a time
This one is all mine
Just in time cause derby has a timeline
Reminding these fishermen
Who won the derby and had the most fun
Gee, I hate to run with this Trophy
But the derby is all done