Best Gallop Poems
Energy’s Suffocating Gallop
by Odin Roark
Ancient blood soaked sand
Plumes its sticky residue
Beneath rapacious hooves
Dust storms of evil stampeding beside pipelines
Goad flow to tankers
Where ubiquitous black gold addiction
Steers toward pervasive profit-docks
Behind sweat lathered greed
Winds of historic baggage
Tether their historic words and song
Blessings and curses
Exciting swirling vortexes
Windmills of molten fire
Entitlement’s rape and pillage of breath
Of pores once absorbing purity
Evil’s global bubble
Appearing as mankind'
Robed in white zealotry
The blinded hawk-minds
Embrace the Middle East predatory contaminant
Wallowing in solipsistic riches forgotten
Awake only to pick tomorrow’s gluttonous prey
The world turns on turbine propulsion
With oceans bowing to its slavery
Delivering liquid smokestack suffocation
Silent killers preparing ghosts
Of time’s new-century-plague
Ignored
As oil gorged tankers find port
Release their pandemic sleight of hand
A destruction as innocent as rabbits from a hat
Charms the ignorant
Beguiles the wannabes
Wheeled transport
Delivers the demise of children’s hearts
Left to take a number
Unaware there is no lottery
Only loser-consciousness
Adult indulgence clinging desperately
To evil’s mane and tail
As it whips gullible eyes
Into cataract submission
Alien life hovers above
Grieving the minions destined
To find black energy’s ashen dust
Sprinkling its fool’s gold
Upon a barren planet
The fly in Me gallops in the steps of (a) Be(es)
In a snowy morning shouting "let me be''
The green borders of truth melting on April's knee
For heaven is within the reach of the poor wet coulds
Which relate their last liquid secrets aloud
O man , the attic of your marrow is nowhere
Out of the dome of your eager soul
A Pole Dancer in need of a pole
Believed Warsaw might help meet her goal
When her legs were split
She found some might fit
Just as long as they stayed in the hole
For Tania Kitchen's Bawdy Limerick Contest 29.V.19
Syllables Per Line: 9 9 5 5 9
The most common subject of quips
Is a girl endowed with two blips
But under the covers
Gallop Pole discovers
Those girls can haul ass with their hips!
Through a lavender meadow he’ll run,
the white, black and brown spotted mule.
Hooves raise dust clouds under golden sun,
beckoning tomorrow’s fresh morning air, cool.
His eyes are all knowing, a journey never done.
To children, these galloping beasts hold a history
of unspoken treks, safe and strong - an everlasting calm.
Lashes thick and mane coarse, their strength is a mystery
mapped by lesser men, measured by hand and palm.
His gait is one of purpose, canter confident of a victory.