Today is Derby Day
It is a big day in Kentucky
I have never attended,
but I try to watch each year
I love to see the dresses
and the fancy hats
and the beautiful, strong
horses give their all
It is a special day that people
in other states may not
think is a big deal
but I love Derby Day
Hidden Face Man of Des Moines was carrying his steed to Derby Town.
It’s the oddest sight, agreed a jokester, a monkey, a duck and a clown.
Onlookers wanted to take a peek, for it is not a matter of course
When you see a man in a turban carrying a brown upside down horse.
The gates open as a large crowd starts rushing in
A day of pomp and pageantry is about to begin
It is the first Saturday in May at Churchill Downs home of the Kentucky Derby
Top 3-year-olds from around the world circle the track in a frenzied hurry
The jockeys with their colorful outfits mount their horses
In just a few moments they will chart their course
The crowd is a sea of black and white colors with ladies wearing exquisite hats
Mint Juleps flow freely amongst the crowd as the patrons raise their glasses
A tribute to horses and jockeys 160 thousands people join in to sing My Old Kentucky Home
In a few minutes, the race will be run and the winner will be known
The horses are released from the starting gate the wait is over the race has begun
In the end, the horse I bet on comes out on top making the race that much more fun
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.
Anti-Poem— “Going To See Honey Sanchez”
gloria and me we take a yellow taxi from canoga park
we go to see honey sanchez at the olympic on grand
she be the dragon lady on skates she and terri lynch
both of them girls be tough as nails in their ripe beauty
both wearing thunderbird white riding fire and blood
lighting up the banked track against the texas outlaws
gloria keep telling shirley hardman she be dead wrong
stop your mean ways shirley girl stop beating on honey
baby she say to me could I get her a soda and peanuts
the crowd be all noisy tonight and I can smell hot dogs
the people here they be rowdy and angry they scream
cuss words eating greasy onion rings and drinking beer
my gloria she be saying only one skater be her top hero
I says who and she smiles and say it be honey sanchez—
skater dragon lady at 18th and grand in her ripe beauty
Whinging Willy sure felt silly
Placing a wager on a chestnut filly
Who ran around all willy nilly
Bringing up the rear in the Derby of Dilly
They wore their Kentucky Derby headdress hats into the church.
The minister knew that no one would be seeing him that day.
He liked conducting a sermon the weekend of the Derby.
He did not have to comb his hair or brush his teeth.
Wise people sequestered behind the hats stopped struggling to see.
Resigning themselves to the fact that it was a hopeless quest.
Aha! They all saw the disheveled reverend on their way out.
Commenting later at Sunday dinner that his hair stuck straight up.
A buttery, flaky crust
Fresh cup, chopped pecans
Brown sugar and egg with cocoa
Dash of vanilla
Bit of bourbon, hug
Bake and serve
Sweet!
It's a Saturday
the first in the month of May
Kentucky Derby
The running of the roses
The first jewel in the crown
The odds are stacked against me
But I’ve picked my favorite horse.
Today is Derby Day and will I watch it?
Yes, of course!
I am not a race fanatic
But for this one in Kentucky,
I select my top 3 choices
And I hope that I get lucky.
My bet and my mint julep
Are imaginary; still,
I scream and cheer my horses on,
A rare live-action thrill.
So here’s to Soup & Sandwich,
Midnight Bourbon, Brooklyn Strong!
Though you’re all long shots, I believe
You’ll prove the experts wrong.
I’ve chosen you to win this –
That’s despite the tipsters’ claims –
By a method I’ve perfected –
I’m attracted to your names!
As horses gallop
Around dirt roads
They kick up
Bunnies of dust
And pebbles
Become
Lodged in their shoes
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
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
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.
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
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