The two mares owned by Mister Muller
One was dark and the other duller
But the one it was said
Was more a shade of red
That's a horse of a different color
There's to many show horses
all pomp and glitter very little go
shiny coated-dirty hearted
pampered and fed the sweetest apples
always neighing give me- give me
give me everything
but doing nothing to earn it.
There's not enough plow horses
the ones with matted coats
gleaning fields of root and rubble
smoothing it for the supple sowing
they get the worst of the apples
but they plow on without accolade
wishing to earn some clean air
and a little patch of green space-
When the tables are brimming with food
the show horses strut toward the front
the plow horses wallow in the shadows
but the plow horses will sleep soundly
tonight
the show horses swat flies in their heads
OFF TO SEE THE WIZ
Here I am: that “horse of a different color”,
purple, pink and white
off to see the wizard
to ask for wings for flight.
I’m trotting hot
to see the Wiz who I heard can do a lot
like giving the Scarecrow a brain
so he could actually appear sane!
And that coward, the Lion,
wanted to be brave.
Poor little Dorothy,
he really wanted to save.
The Tinman was just an empty can.
He had no beating heart
but now he’s in love
with a pretty little tart.
So surely he’ll give me wings
so I can sail above
as poor homesick Dorothy
dreams about the home she loves.
She has a beautiful voice
and if she had her choice
she’d get her wish to fly too
over the rainbow like the bluebirds do.
She could ride upon my back
and we’d sail through the sky
over the beautiful rainbow.
Oh, how I wish I could fly!
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 11/23/2018
"All Rights Reserved"
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
The sun is shining, it's sure a great summer
Remember last summer it was a real bummer
No promise of a deal
Take the good with zeal
Next summer may be a horse of a different color
This is the Horse Of A Different Color you've always
heard tell about...well and this season it's a
celebration of the heart...ceremony of the horseman as
the gypsies danced you kissed me and I lost all reason
and as they partied all night long we made love 'til
the break of dawn...then as the clan sat out for the
promise of gold summers wetland you took my hand and
climbed up real close to me...I said hold on tight, I
said getty up Midnight going down the golden mountains
and blue green streams...somewhere along the way you
whispered in my ear I want you right now, right here
let them go their own way we'll find ours...now how
could I resist that well I guess California can wait
another day or two we've already come thus far and
heart to heart I knew we'd live the rest of our days
for richer or poorer never to part...ceremony of the
horseman, ceremony of the heart and this is the Horse of
A Different Color you've always heard tell about!
~*~
Spinning
slashing swirling
powerful tornado
lightning bolts, thunder and sirens
Spinning wind sounds like a train, head Spinning
homes spun to the land of Oz
a whole town blown away
dizzy head still
Spinning
~*~
Grinning
dazed and confused
does not look like Kansas
told to follow the yellow road
Grinning at the yellow road still Grinning
horse of a different color
merry old land of Oz
in awe always
Grinning
~*~
Winning
contests is fun
I am proud of my work
gold, silver, bronze, honor awards
Winning is goal, humbled if not Winning
Rictameter Fun this contest
thank you Mrs. Campbell
I am happy
Winning
~*~
A horse of a different color, could be
a matter of what you had thought you would see.
It comes down to what you’re expecting, of course,
you could even question the fact it’s a horse.
They don’t call it horse-sense for nothing, you see,
I’ve never been wrong, according to me.
a horse of a different color
chaps of a different kind
wrap my legs around
as I climb on behind
Sunday on the Harley
a favorite of mine
The Wizard of Oz....
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"But he is not really a wizard," she said
"Standing behind this curtain
That he has drawn...."
The lyrics of a song
Drifting through the air
The Goo Goo Dolls....'Broadway'
"See the young man sitting
At the old man's bar
Waiting for his turn to die...."
Is what she says
Well, is what she implies?
"He is no wizard," one agrees
For he is much to like
The Tin Man...."
"Or even The Scarecrow
The Cowardly Lion"
Another chimes in....
As they chide, then giggle
While passing their days away
Blinking their eyes
And turning their heads....
Muting the sounds, of a song
The Goo Goo Dolls, and, 'Broadway'
"He's no wizard," he said
While whiling away the hours
Within these ironies, just
Waiting, for their turns to die....
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Follow the yellow brick road!?