Long Farrier Poems

The following is a collection of selected critiques of the work of Zoltan Goliath and Otis Trench from a variety of media outlets. The views expressed therein 
are entirely unsolicited, uncompensated and unexpurgated, 
representing the...

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My mate Jim and I were tired of working for a boss. 
We decided to buy a truck and give the 9 to 5 a toss. 
We set up a little business, taking produce to...

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Ranted I in fiery dance
Upon the rushed floor.
It plyeth mosaicate from out my thought.
Lucid it creels through battlement and prepapace.
Upon this tower, I cleveth Erin’s loved lorne lore.

It’s marshed earth with braided stench of wilded...

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I stood in awe 
and watched him work
unyielding metal, forged in fire, now bending, 
moulding to his will somehow, unending, 
the blows raining down, 
the hammer's kiss 
drowning birdsong and the forges fiery hiss.
I work...

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In the old days of covered wagons, they were part of the Old West
Called them "Smithy's" back then, don't see them around much anymore
Swinging a big hammer down on an anvil, sparks would fly
Red hot...

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Ah! There is nothing, nothing that adds to a gentleman's persona,
Like that of fashionably sporting and puffing a five-dollar Corona!
With a cigar in his jowls, he can socialize with disdainful pretense!
Clad in his ten-dollar Goodwill...

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He billed himself as an expert in the field of "equine podiatry",
Better known as a farrier for farmers and the cream of society!
Keeping horses shod and their hooves polished was his vocation.
With horseflesh he'd had...

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I strolled through the local cemetery the other day
And here are some epitaphs I observed along the way:

Cletus O'Toole lies herein
Too much boozing done him in!

Here lies a gambler molding in his crypt
Odds are he...

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my heart has a hole in it
so whats wrong with yours?
need tongs for sure
deep frozen ore
reach out when sore
selfish people stay silent
and it hurts even more
now I see your core
principles that run a school
cultures that...

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I named her Chestnut, color of her coat,
and love to hold her muzzle near my cheek,
then run my hand from poll through forelock tuft
down withers over croup...such grand physique.

But now concerned about her rear leg...

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Lassie, pretty, invincible pleasure
The pride of a skilled crafter!
There lived on the landscapes a farrier,
By the ruins of Ottoman Empire.
His daughter, heaven's courtier!
A professional innkeeper;
Sometimes serving the Royal Jester;
Sometimes guardian of her.
That pleasant horizon for...

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Sun strike horizon white triangle 
Erases deep turquoise in thin ice
Steady spiral turn winds triumph
Explores sea bed, drilled precise

Turned ground pleads for mercy
Surrenders dug out cry of agony 
Tumble gems an ancient mason
Sought to swap...

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A warm Spring's fragrant wind
lifts leaf shadows as, molten metal
sizzles from the sudden wet plunge
A farrier holds firm the muddy fetlock
while on three legs a plough horse 
stands, docile beneath the hammer blows

A brown eye...

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