Moon sleeps long wrapped in cozy quilt of chilly fogs,
Earth is engulfed in thick black carbon-canopy;
Trees ghosts-like; birds black-hole shaded; loud growl of dogs,
The scene is as silent as a dream fantasy...
Grow-caws cooled; cock-craws chocked; cattle clemently calm;
Buds of roses and sunflowers snore and sleep still;
Snails and worms shrunk betwixt fallen leaves and twigs, warm,
Cold seems handicapping even hearts of goodwill...
Bells feebly heard; the village church is very far;
As our bullocks are unwell, we may need to walk;
There's joy, when young and old - all together way-fare,
Merrily walk telling tales and season's talk...
Come, join us, share the happiness, Jesus is born!
Partake in Christmas joy, though we might walk till morn!
21 December 2021
Categories:
handicapping, christmas, night,
Form: Sonnet
assigned to a track
race is but a game we play ~
handicapping fate
***
Categories:
handicapping, horse, race, racism,
Form: Senryu
(a regurgitation rewrite)
animal research...
in(to) knowing...empathy and...
communication...
shows man's languages...
(victorian...biblical)...
not of nature's sort...
human dialects...
ideas...notions...dreams are...
made to fit mankind...
just speeches...rules...
stories...scripts...scrolls...books and laws...
imagination...
language short changes...
and words...distort every truth...
handicapping science...
darwin got it wrong...
man is not top of the heap...
other creatures are...
stan sand
Categories:
handicapping, allusion, analogy, animal,
Form: Haiku
In equine racing they always say,
You hope to win when you make your play;
Off course as you know,it's the horses that show,
They're the only ones to make their hay.
With no help from the divine my guess could be as good as thine,
For doesn't our quadruped take a million fools,
For a ride not individually, but at a time?
Never known to run quite true,
All handicapping techniques never seem to do.
Yet it always finds it's friends,
Poor battered punters,trying to make amends.
Wagering on them are millions spent,
To get you returns it was never meant.
This sport of Kings will carry on,
But as king of this sport.....You could never be DON!!!
--- Princefreakasso
(Artist and Poet)
Categories:
handicapping, animals
Form: Dramatic Verse