Long Thoroughbreds Poems

DEMONS DO EXIST . . . 

You can't spend all your time stuffing them in your bottom drawer
In time they will all work their way out and when they do, it's war

Thousands of years of...

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In numerous locales countrywide, they hold sway
Pirouetting at intervals like ballerinas from Bolshoi
Beauteous, feline and very feminine
Slender to the point of emaciation, not quite
Cultivating the undernourished look on a frugal diet
Decidedly austere for a longer...

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For most animals of the wild,  life is all about the next meal and raising their young. For a few horses, it's a sport, and life is all about a 2-minute race in the...

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He claimed the highest perch
in the breeding loft and was, by far,
the biggest pigeon in the flock.
I named him Hector.
A thick, puffed up ball
of red feathers and testosterone 
made him stand out
and was a gift...

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Today I noticed rain clouds gathering 
And the sky was turning gray;
Cooler air was moving in 
As the winds kicked up a fray.
 
Birds stopped singing in the trees 
As leaves began to drift
Up, down...

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Plastic baby Jesus, little drummer boy
Decorate the tree along with Rudolph
And all the ho ho his of part time Santas
Doing time with Salvation Army bell ringers.

City parades, sparkly lights and garland.
Street candy canes all cry...

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'Twas pouring, and the thoroughbreds
Did gallop and thunder in the rain.
All muddy were the jockeys' silks,
And the weather quite insane.

"Beware the Kentucky Derby, Son!
Fame and fortune the trainers haunt.
Beware the length of the Preakness run,...

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Through the days of blistering toil.
A murmur of spirit after a blissful
trial.These were the emotions on this
endless day.Minutes later in single
file, were prints from hoofs in the
muddy soil.While easing toward
drudgery and withdrawal.The amazing
thoroughbreds entered their...

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In a hallowed grandstand,
I do quietly sit,
high above the noise
and ruckus of the pit.
Staring out upon 
a curving, long race-track,
as thoroughbreds set off
running races back-to-back.
Around me are sitting
a mannered, genteel crowd,
dressed up to the nines,
only...

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All aboard this train of thought,
where thoroughbreds are sold and bought,
mares are bred and their foals taught,
raised and fed, turned out and caught,

For all to know, this train of thought,
inspired my soul, one rainy night,
as...

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Ancient Arabians, mother to all
Bloodlines, essence of exquisiteness

Clydesdales, symmetry of strength
Dignity of duty, power of purpose

Ebony elegance, midnight silk
Friesians, crusaders in
Galloping gallantry

Hardy hearts, tiny and tenacious
Icelandic horses, gaited grace over
Jagged soil, volcanic climes

Kaleidoscope diamonds, lissome...

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A spider spreads its web of silken threads
shimmering all silvery white by the lake
waiting guileless for preys to find their breads

Its way is not to tear victims to shreds
a kind of dignity is here at...

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She has no wings or a halo on her head.
She stands over you, has you lie in your bed.
She's a McMillan nurse, stood over your deathbed.

She has eyes of blue and heart of gold.
She as...

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 TO:  My many heroes I have watched win

Heroes you have been to me, THOROUGHBREDS!
Painted in colors of bright chestnut reds.
Your Finely tuned muscles gleaming in the sun
As on racetracks you strived to be...

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The Andalusian tops my list,
So elegant with eyes like mist;

But the Quarter horse isn’t far behind,
Praised for their intelligent mind;

And next we have the Cleveland Bay,
Wonderful sport horses are they;

The Warmblood’s are a canny cross,
Drafts...

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Sunlight spills on sprightly steeds,  
Spring's sweet song stirs sleeping seeds.  
Spirited stallions, sleek and swift,  
Sashaying through the springtime mist.

Silken shadows shift and sway,  
In the serene, splendid break of...

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A barrel of oink is a snout snaffling. Order of pig sect of oink. In a pink summersaulting cartwheeling ham chunk. Wee wee weeeee. Rolling. Hilltop. Hollybush road. Rhododendron. Raid bit trade. Road not noted....

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Some were born to be show horses
pampered and highly fussed over 
little work but many accolades
living for tin canned applause..
Some are born thoroughbreds.
living for glory and golden oats
blinders ablaze- racing through life
oblivious to the rattle...

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GRANDMA AT THE TRACK

foolishly
i threw the rock
and appeared
to hopscotch 
until the ill of my ankle
violently mocked

i chalk it all up
to forget me nots

my mind over knees
ignores
the rusty gears 
as my wrinkled hand
avoids resistance 
hovering a...

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Where women aren't quite women
They're Menstruating folk,
Their gender simply Human,
The world gone truly woke.

Grasping for atonement,
The art of double speak,
The fancy of the moment
Our words they cutely tweak.

Political correctness,
Not He, nor She, but It,
In search...

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you keep running a losing race
with the white horse that gallops 
inside of your veins

continually placing bets
but how long you'll last 
is anyone guess

all the running you choose to do
out of the starting gate daily...

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