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at the ball

the vampire queen was on the hunt at the vampire ball
vultures, beasts and demons came to her as if by a call

she transmogrified devils into trolls with one flick
this queen was cagey, incredibly sneaky and slick

in the vampire king’s manor, the ballroom was dimly lit,
gnomes were as at home here as claws and hoofs that fit.

there is a hunger that must be satisfied, this is for sure.
the vampire queen advanced quickly, her motives impure.

hidden in the dark, dank, dismal shadows was the vampire king.
watching the queen with all of his might, her neck quite the thing.

the dance began slowly, as he advanced from her left without genuflect.
She turned and gave him that come-hither look and let him see her neck.

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furrows of life

The  furrows of Life
 
The narrow way leading up to the farm from the main
the road had a gate, so cattle could not wander off to
the main road getting. The way had three furrows, two
caused by a narrow cartwheel and one- much wider- from
the horse´s hoofs. Deep furrows meant a hard-working
farm. The landscape was flat and often windy on my
way to school, I tried to walk where the horses had trod
the soil was softer there, the horseshoe patterns told
me if it had been a small or big horse that last had pulled
a cart here if the load had been heavy
A useless knowledge, I often wonder
why do I remember it so clearly
 like a black-and-white photo?
Lately, I have been remembering these dirt road
 the people and animals 
I often wonder if there is a message here 
I have overlooked it.

Jousting

Medieval times
A time of splendour
With gallant Knights
Ladies so slender

Jousting tournaments
The ladies all squeal
Exploding of hoofs
The clash of steel

Enter the Black Knight
To a round of jeers
The White Knight enters
To resounding cheers

First pass no foul
They try it once more
The Knight in White
Slumps to the floor

They carry him off
And tend to his wounds
A Blue Knight appears
The ladies all swoon

The maidens favourite
Known far and wide
Lord Richard of Leeds
His lance by his side

They ready for battle
Shields are in place
Masks of armour
Covering their face

Towards each other
They gallop full speed
Lances held high
The snorting of steeds

The Black Knight falls
The hero wins out
Blue Knight celebrates
Victory in the joust

Approaching the King
Horse and rider bow
The people go wild
Allegiance they vow

Medieval times
Hail to the King
Jousting tournaments
What glory they bring

An Equestrian Tale

Pleased as punch this mother quite proud
Flips up her tail and neighing so loud

Her gait so lively, her head held high
A bright young mama, once a gleam in her eye

Unbridled spirit, feeling so grand
The spitting image of his dear old man

Romping through fields, free of reins
Thundering hoofs, flying mane

A frisky young colt like dad in his day
Who was quite a stud they were heard to say 

Then back to the barn when day is done
This spirited young colt was born to run

Resting for a while batteries recharged
Chomping at the bit, a spirit so large

Such unbridled youth, exuberance defined
This pesky young colt, it's his time to shine

no way out

No out

A man coming home from work saw a shadow 
 a figure leaning against a dead olive polishing 
his hoofs and sharpening his scythe.
The man said no, you are too young to harvest 
he then took a plane to Madrid
where he got employment at a legal office.
the first day, he knocked on the door 
death sat in the chair and said
from now on, you are my helper
 Go back home and dispose of your parents and their
time has come, greatly disturbed 
the man took a plane home
and the death was leaning against an olive tree 
a shadow on a sunny autumnal
day. In the house, his parents said they had  buried 
their son, but they did not see or hear him,
and the man knew that henceforward he was 
Death`s little helper.

Jousting

Medieval times
A time of splendour
With gallant Knights
Ladies so slender

Jousting tournaments
The ladies all squeal
Exploding of hoofs
The clash of steel

Enter the Black Knight
To a round of jeers
The White Knight enters
To resounding cheers

First pass no foul
They try it once more
The Knight in White
Slumps to the floor

They carry him off
And tend to his wounds
A Blue Knight appears
The ladies all swoon

The maidens favourite
Known far and wide
Lord Richard of Leeds
His lance by his side

They ready for battle
Shields are in place
Masks of armour
Covering their face

Towards each other
They gallop full speed
Lances held high
The snorting of steeds

The Black Knight falls
The hero wins out
Blue Knight celebrates
Victory in the joust

Approaching the King
Horse and rider bow
The people go wild
Allegiance they vow

Medieval times
Hail to the King
Jousting tournaments
What glory they bring

South Korea’s Liberation

South Korea’s thirteenth guide, who rode Korea as his chariot 
Only for six breathes, guided by the thirteenth star of Iscariot 
Under the hoofs, he defiled the white flag, as yin and yang turned again 
The slave of Seokga, the demiurge of sinful men 
Hungry ghost of Chun Doo-hwan, the cornerstone of the people's burden 

Killed by the bamboo dragon, the Korean people as one 
Opened wide by the dragon’s teeth, showing a slave afraid of the sun 
Running away from the dragon and sun, giving up the fight 
Enduring all this, the dragon looked to Mount Sorak, to see a light 
A bonghwang, with wings wide and free, shining through the flag of white

Jack O’Lantern Rides

            one hemisphere lit
         of split   
personality;
Jack O’Lantern rides,
spurring the midnight stallion.
Ichabod’s head spins ‘round,
             fear comes forth furiously,
           without time
         to catch his breath.
a clean cut,
detached from reality.
              eyes spinning
            within Crane’s inner space;
          a pumpkin smash.
was this his nemesis
or the devil himself?
               was Katrina worth this,
             his head laid upon
           the woodpile’s lap?
a dream perhaps?
another Van Winkle written off?
                furrows on forehead,
              pulp pulsing, scored;
            twenty years or so forth.
generations hear of the headless wanderer
only the lovelorn venture off
                 (and Brom Bones ascendants)
               descending into dreams, delusions
             or the stampede of midnight hoofs.
Katrina lit a candle in the window
She’ll never be a widow; just blind

Horses

Horses, hearty and hale,
Hither they hurry, hooves hitting the trail.
Hear their harmonious hum,
Heavy with history, homeward they come.

Heads held high, with haughty grace,
Hair flowing free, a flowing mane's embrace.
Harness and halter, a humbling hold,
Humble steeds, stories untold.

Hoofs beat a rhythm, a rhythmic refrain,
Horsepower and heart, a powerful strain.
Heroes of history, heroes of yore,
Horses, forever, we'll forever adore.

Let the Games Begin

Morning hoofs a trail of smoke,
Horsepower for modern folk,
With eyes slightly open for pay.
Watch others dive in, do backstroke.

The Seahorse

Rock little seahorse
Down under the blue
Rock 'till a new moon
Brings love back to you

Without any hoofs
And a shell for a tail
Rock little seahorse
Let new love prevail

You were left in the ashes
Of romance and ruin
Stuck on a storm shore
That was your undoing

But love is eternal
So why do you cry
Living in sorrow
When love says goodbye

Life is a carnival
Filled with delights
So, find a new sea horse
And rock away this bleak night

A Horsey Type Grin

Have you ever seen a horsey grin
They've got humongous amounts of teeth
Their dentist bill must be atrocious
It's almost beyond belief

Whenever they get a toothache
They feel it right down to their hoofs
You can hear their screams over in China
They just about hit the roof
 
Really feel sorry for these equine types
They're usually such amiable sorts
They never complain if you're 300 pounds
They're such amazing good sports

Named him “Toothy”, this friend of mine
Tell him, “Brush those dentures real good!”
The cost of a plate of false teeth for horsies
Is astronomical in all likelihood

Sleigh Bells

Sleigh Bells 

Those who believe are hearing
Santa’s sleigh bells nearing
Loved ones endearing
Gifts we’re bringing
Jingling bells are ringing                                        
Youth are singing
If you just listen
Reunions we’ll bliss in
Icey snowmen glisten
Scarlet poinsettias on display
Midnight mass exult in pray
Carolers chant ‘jingle all the way’
Prancing of reindeer on roofs
Imbued their paws with magical hoofs
Lies upon Santa, the burden of proof
It’s that time of year
Of merriment and good cheer
Joy to all, Christmas is here

Gambling In the Forest

Gambling in the forest took on a whole new flavor today.
The princess Adrianna joined us, bringing dice to the fray.
We shook them and threw them, hoping for the big win.
Antlered deer had trouble, his hoofs are so thick, not thin.

Barn owl came to join us, he likes red apples too.
We congratulated him on his flight and the way he flew.
Antlered deer asked us to give him another roll, please.
We said okay, but the dice flipped over against the breeze.

He is cheating! The spoiled pointy-hatted princess yelled.
An arrow came by, but it was quickly diverted and felled.
Gambling in the forest is great! Said the rabbit up high.
All I want is one apple the deer said with a cough and sigh.

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