Enclave or enormous but pretty king mask
Brick per brick Rome's whack on an iron task
A shield to that tactful lions roar
His safe I'm saved from an odious boa
En masse we feed and stucked with 'cheese'!
On a flax we seat, soft like a fleece
See many at our domain, our blue means love
Cheers and welcoming we did, pure like a dove
Fierce sharks and hawks out like safari park
En bloc we sleep, no careless peep to the dark
Nevertheless, they horse around, we're free from attack
Relief, wow to our mask for the shield attach.
I'm off to see the Wizard, the man behind the curtain
He can help me I am quite certain
I am a different colored horse
And I am tired of people staring of course
How many horses have you seen that are pink
If anyone can help me, he can I think
He helped a girl, a lion, the Tin Man and a scarecrow
If he could help them, he can help me I know
I don't want to be a horse of a different color
I want to be a horse like all others
So the Wizard was wise and with the wink of an eye
He ordered the Munchkins to give me a full body dye
Now I am the most normal horse around
No longer flashy, just plain old brown
So I left the city of Oz far behind me
And moved to a small horse farm in Kentucky
Poetry Contest: Off To See The Wizard
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
10/29/18
Sometimes my sweetie sings to me.
He’s loud and often gets off key
and out of tune, but I don’t care.
We’re always such a happy pair.
I think he’s charming as can be.
He hangs out with a rowdy crowd.
They horse around and get so loud.
They get all muddy when they play
their childish games, but that’s okay.
To be his girlfriend makes me proud.
We pass love notes each day at school.
When others see, they think we’re cool.
At fourteen, we can't marry yet.
I’m lucky as a girl can get
'cause even at this age, WE RULE!
“It’s ‘puppy love’!” my parents say.
"Now COOL IT! Let it fade away.”
Could they be right? Someday we’ll see.
I think ten years from now I’ll be
preparing for my wedding day!
July 16, 2018, written for An Incomplete Love Story Contest
December 15, 2022
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 23 Poetry Contest Received NA
EMERALD LAKE
I believe you want to wade in clear blue water,
But the Yukon presents a treetop view,
Of a lovely lake, emerald son, not daughter.
I was a traveler from the East Coast, one of few,
Who freely strode a horse around this paradise -
A two hour jaunt with my grinning spouse.
And if i could do it again, i’d pay a greater price,
Fly across this pioneer’s land, leave my sturdy house.
Are their colorful fish hibernating from the Yukon’s cold,
or dull - like pike or pink salmon? What does one beg
in this intense and bold, blue and green lake of gold?
I’d rather prance my high horse then search its dreg.
Lovely sounds of nature, broken by growls of grizzly bears.
Even the cliff’s crag, that shares its features - I am amused.
Yukon spirit with pure mountain air lifts away personal cares.
All of this paradise, sadly left, yet - into Alaska, we cruised.
5/16/2017
Brenda Chiri’s Mountaintop Lake Contest
FOR SALE
Beautiful paint stallion
Lookin to sell
What I really gave for him
I'll never tell
Ain't been broke
But will make a heck of a ride
Though it didn't go well
The one time I tried
Calm and sweet
Quiet and sensible
Except when you pen him up
He's not really fence - able
Would make a GREAT jump horse
He's got a heck of a stride
Damn near cleared the fence
And it's almost three feet high
SUPER barrel prospect
This sucker can turn and fly
Especially to the feed room
That's one barrel he'll never go by
He would make a FANTASTIC trail horse
He just loves livin outside
Though the one time he saw a deer
I thought he might lose his mind
He's covered all my mares
Have several of his babies
Maybe it's the inbreeding
But most look like they've got scabies
Come on down and have a look
You can pet him with a stick
Best to keep your distance
He's been known to bite and kick
Don't miss this chance
To own the most gorgeous horse around
Although after his fight with the mountain lion
I can't really guarantee him sound
On sale just for today
Really needin to make a buck
If you ain't got no cash
I'd settle for a brand new truck
Sturdy cowboys
evolved as heroes,
Well built, stout featured,
Wooden attire
Arched hats, spiky shoes,
Tough looks as is life !
Farmhouse mornings,
Saddle the stallion,
Solid hoofs sound,
Get into the saddle
For a day's ride,
Horse around or about !
Leading the herd
Get on high horse,
Appear out of woods
Clouds of dust follow,
Awaken devils
Legendary heroes !
Written on 2/5/14
Sponsor- Shadow Hamilton
Contest name- Howdy Pard
If I’d been a boy when I was young,
I would have put caps in my gun.
I might’ve dug worms up to scare the girls,
And laugh as they’d squeal or they’d run.
My bicycle spokes would have baseball cards
Wedged in tight so they’d snap as I rode;
And I might’ve mixed chemicals in the sink,
Just to see if by chance they’d explode.
I’d bother my sister, undress all her dolls;
Draw a mustache on some of her heroes.
In school, I’d act stupid and horse around,
Getting punished with glares or with zeros.
I’d revel in sports and I’d run real fast
In my cool PF Flyers or Keds;
And if my report card had D’s or F’s,
I’d hide it or rip it to shreds.
If I’d been a boy, I’d have had a blast
As a mischievous brother and son;
But alas, as a girl, I was sweet and good
And I guess I missed out on the fun!
Run around, fall down a lot,
play all day in your sandbox,
spill your milk and throw your peas,
say you'll only eat ice cream,
get a boo-boo, scuff your knees,
draw on walls and flush the keys,
throw a tantrum, cry and fight,
make dad plug in your night light.
All the boys and all the girls,
in all the countries of the world,
you're the future, this is true,
just don't grow up too soon.
yes, you're the future, this is true,
but mom and dad would really thank you,
to be a child many years through,
so please, don't you grow up too soon.
Horse around, get stung by bees,
pick up rocks and climb those trees,
take a step, than take one more,
time to go out and explore,
play with friends that don't exist,
make noises, speak gibberish,
cry if anything goes wrong,
when dad says no, go and ask mom.
All the boys and all the girls,
in all the countries of the world,
you're the future, this is true,
just don't grow up too soon.
yes, you're the future, this is true,
but mom and dad would really thank you,
to be a child many years through,
so please, don't you grow up too soon.
All my life, from day one it seems,
owning a horse has consumed my dreams.
I was intrigued with horses right from the start
and the four-hoofed critters captured my heart.
I would wear a little western hat of felt
and two cap pistols on my plastic gun belt.
Then I’d straddle a stick from our pile of wood
and ride that “horse” around the neighborhood.
Later on, when I was a grade school tyke,
I’d visualize a horse when I rode my bike.
I’d pretend I was taking a horseback ride
as I pedaled across the desert countryside.
This dream didn’t stop even in high school,
for I was still a horse-loving fool.
I lived in town and hung out with the cool gang
but the car I drove was a Ford Mustang.
For years I labored in the city grind,
but horses always lingered in the back of my mind.
Finally I decided to pursue my own course
and went out and bought myself a real live horse.
I kept my equine dream alive
and my one little horse soon became five.
It’s incredible how much money I spend
but I don’t want my horse dream to ever end.
Absorb what you observe as quite absurd,
have fun with wacky wit that's seldom heard.
For instance, watch a shrieking monkey
monkey with a monkey wrench,
or a horse as it hoarsely horses
around with a horseshoe on a bench;
you'll find that, neighing hoarsely,
the monkey will horse around the bench
as noisily as a shrieking shod horse
monkeying with a wrench;
or hear a dog doggedly bark
at dog-eared books about cats,
or see some turtles crane their necks
like cool giraffes wearing straw hats;
in time, the dog will learn to meow,
to stretch its neck, to wear some hats,
as turtles try to bark and read books
about giraffish dogs and cats.
Observe you've just absorbed something absurd,
some wacky words are better read than heard.