Best Racing Poems
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"ADHD"
In the still of the night,
my thoughts are racing
and need erasing.
All I have to do is use my pen,
then the art of writing begins,
the thoughts become silent.
Flowing words onto paper is reliant!
It helps me hide from ADHD for awhile,
It shows in my face with a sincere smile.
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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
Running to nowhere,
Racing the clouds;
Sweating and out of breath .
To pass him quickly,
And not to speak to him .
But he still makes time and effort,
To say hello .
HELLO ! , hi?
But no answer.
His face looks sudden and questionable .
Why? Why wouldn't she speak?
He thought to himself.
Only he doesn't know,
She's racing the clouds from east to west.
Racing the clouds,
Because she's shy and nervous .
Just to say, what she really wanted to say?
It's hard to say... I love you!
His face, she can read him!
He knows, oh he knows!
but still he wants her to confess ?
Confess that she, she loves him .
But it takes pride and bravey to tell
So again, she race the clouds moving east to west...
©Jessica
It’s three am and I need to pee, feeling thirsty
My water bowl is empty and it’s getting warm in here
My crate is barren, the cement is cold on my legs
I hear my brothers and sisters cry, they are next door
I hear the door open, my masters are yelling, scaring me
My crate is opened, they shove me out, I pee a little
I get hit with a belt and screamed at, I head to the track
I finally drink but my stomach is raw, gurgling with gas
I am given some white substance, then a small treat
I am pulled to the lineup, I hate the sound of the horn
I see the white fluffy bone, or is it a bunny?
I run, run as fast as I can, my brother trips me, I fall behind
My leg and foot are bleeding, I cry out but no one helps
I am then taken to a field, I feel scared, alone, starving
It is quiet, until I hear a loud bang, something hits me
I wake up at peace chasing butterflies and seeing rainbows
Cars, fast and loud.
Racing around the track, exciting the crowd.
Drivers pass each other without any fear, while the fans in the stands
drink their beer.
Pit crews jump over the wall in a flash to change tires and give the
gas tank a splash.
Crew chiefs pray their drivers don't crash because at the end of the
race they could win big cash.
There once was a young jockey called Morse,
Who gave a nod and a wink to his horse.
But the horse it was blind,
So no way could it find,
The winning post on the race course.
6/ 1/ 2015.
Quote
Do you agree,that an inclination of the cranium,
Is equally as effective, as an oscillation of an optic,
To an equine quadruped void of visionary capacity
Translation of quote.
Do you agree that a nod is as good as a wink to a blind horse.
I do not know who wrote it . My elder brother taught me this
when i was about fifteen years old.
Have you been to a race with a horse?
There are many who like them, of course.
Who wins? We don’t know.
We can win, place, or show.
Any nearby racetrack is the source.
She opened her legs then hopped up on it
She gripped it tight then sat down on it
He started to move so she began to ride it
She loved the feeling cuz she enjoyed it
She pulled out the whip to show that she was master
And when she swung it he began to go faster
She started to scream at the top of her voice
For the way he made her feel her voice got so hoarse
After a thirty minute run he started to tire
For this horse was no longer young he was ready to retire
watching you without knowing
it's all there
how I adore you.
I am in this body for a while
and I never had a better angle
as I have with your lips
to breath
and breathe
waiting.
(This is a fictional poem)
The car I bought wasn't as fast as the previous owner said.
I'm going to kick his ___ and give him some serious wounds to his head.
I raced the car last night and I bet the pink slip.
The other guy blew me off the road, what a jip.
When he demanded my keys, he and I had some words.
I told him to go to hell and then I gave him the bird.
He has big muscles as well as a car that's fast.
When I gave him the finger, he kicked my ___.
I put bruises on his hands when he put bruises on my face.
That's the last time that I'll drag race.
Why are we the human race
rather than another extinguishing species?
Why not the human species
and not the cockroach race?
Why is human nature
intended as somehow supremely natural
not within but faster than,
above and beyond
inferior sensual nature?
Why is race,
inhuman embrace-conflicted context,
a qualitative noun,
stultifying stasis,
rather than a speeding verb
toward shared finish line
when everyone can win together
where no one fully wins apart?
Why is nature's race
not yet declared as one
indigenous Earth Tribe?
Bicamerally endowed
to celebrate Earth's rhythmic ordination
of regenetic liturgy and syntax,
grace racing veins
full-blooded diverse healing homes
of natural peace construction.
What happened to issue
as primal verb
when babies issued from progenitors
and words issued from mouths
and blood issued from wounds
and racing issued from DNA's polycultures,
storytellers weaving diverse generative threads
Remembering from whom and when we issue
back before embracing human memory
in dialectic dreamy nest of fractal tones
polychronic texture
4 dimensioned structure
rhythm rhyme dancing
polycultured racing
comic multicultural
co-operative opera.
Coincidental correlating races,
humane natural places,
issue forth to teach and humor
and recess back to learn and decompose
to mentor Nature's human embrace
radical solidarity race
rooted pace
secured by leaving none behind
Every living system ordained
to race redeeming issues
through singing flows of dancing waves
linked through all spacetime.
If race exponentially regenerates
intergenetic issues,
then this is more of a species relay race
during which boundary lanes
no more than trace and lace
our deep seasoned swimming synchrony,
blending genetic notes of freedom's harmony
toward nature's unfinish-lined
circling symphony.
So, I guess a 12 year old
American brown male playing by himself
with a toy gun
is outside your boundary
for normal early-adolescent activity.
Well, I can see why you would need
to draw your boundary
for healthy rationality
outside his grassy field of fire-armed play.
I can see why we need to draw this line
of "only predictably SWM domesticated life matters"
the way we do
to look our friends and children in the eyes
while saying,
"I can accept this loss
as one caused by an unfortunately timed
dual act of accidental wildness;"
But is it not significantly wilder
to fire ballistics at youth
than for youth to fire only ballistic imagination?
I can see that we need to doubt
reasonable risks of public recreation
for some lives
differently than other lives
and times
to gaze into our social-cultural mirror
with both eyes
fully comprehending compassionate integrity:
"We accept that Black Adolescent Lives Splatter
loss across our leaking shared loves and livelihoods,
thereby wilting our collective mental health,
starving our social wealth for future regeneration,
and yet hope we still dream
of somehow re-transposing,
All Lives Matter
in current US ReligiousRight culture.
Now that is egocentric mendacity;
not even Anthro-centric integrity.
We each and all must hunt our way
toward facing our fear of ourselves
our lack of empathy
and mind positive passions
and body healing pleasures
surpassing our neglectful lack of fully activating
Win/Win panentheistic wisdom.
Some hunting ways bring further AnthroSupremacist
Business As Usual
cognitive-affective dissonance;
further failure of Earth's polycultural integrity,
further degenerative ego-traumatizing stasis.
Some hunting ways promise more co-operative co-arising ballast
for culturally active hope.
It is this ballast we seek
between our self/other-reflecting eyes,
hoping to discover peace within as justice without,
and not more enslaving reductive addiction
to ballistics of overly-automated violence
Silent souls
full-will impassioned pleasures
without sufficient time to assess full-intent,
responding to fear of fear ourselves,
right between our blindered eyes
So it becomes challenging to see
a brown male playing by himself
with a toy gun
as well within our mental health care boundary
for normal early-adolescent activity.
Look at us as we do not fit.
your poems vs my poems
your attitude vs my attitude
all there
like we play in a super **** movie
directed by Shakespeare
that trying to reinvent the mirage
between the camera and our ****ing
says STOP
- I want to talk only about daggers, not to use them.
and everything will be ok.
It starts as mizzle, a lethargic drizzle dribbling down the pane.
It’s dull and grey on this miserable day - I want to have some fun,
a sudden flash brings a big fat splash raindrop racing has begun.
The skies rock the starters block, they’re pelting down the pane,
tipping, slipping, constantly dripping, never ever still,
chasing, pacing, always racing each other to the sill,
lashing, dashing, splishing, splashing giving me such a thrill.
Their watery tails leave comet trails blazing across the pane.
They’re hell for leather in this inclement weather then out peeps the sun,
her soft warm glow makes the raindrops slow evaporating every one.
26/5/2013
Trustworthiness, respect, caring, fairness, charity of spirit, Integrity, benevolence and love, are important human characteristics and traits,
Why are they not practiced by Americans diligently?
“We are the best! We are number one!” They shout.
Which begs the question, “At what?”
“Well, we won a gazillion gold medals in the Olympics.”
“Yes, but we didn’t win them all.”Which still begs the question,
“We’re number one at what?”
Where are we, really, in the world’s most important human issues?
We're 7th in literacy, 27th in math, 22nd in science, 37th in Health Care,
49th in life expectancy, 178th in infant mortality, 3rd in wages
No. 4 in labor force, No. 4 in exports ...
So when you say we are #1, why perpetuate the fallacy? When it’s not true.
Better to work from truth towards truth than to believe the propaganda;
it’s insidious, and not at all in America’s best interest.
We are riding on the back of Time.
Time which waves at those racing towards oblivion.