Should we have walked six miles instead of two?
What else were I to do?
Bowed down and raging
Fuming in our cages
I left it all to you
You wield your power
and I could only cower
to the fear of losing
With you I'm always losing
How awful the decline
Fanfare to jeers
Running into the fears
Stayed by the friend
The cause of my end
They don't know your ache
Torn between familiarity and desire
A lustful spiral
Why is it all dark when it's supposed to be black?
I am better than your lack
Now faraway and mending
You opt to continue what I've ended
The unspoken is so loud
between every line
every pause
never innocent, this cause
I fell here but not far
I pained here but not broken
I wear the stain of what belongs to you
Freedom in manhood
to feast without repercussion
I, scourged for fighting battles
only I know I've won
Because with you I'm always losing
but you're the lost one
Categories:
racehorse, character,
Form: Free verse
"Elderly, check. Arthritis in both knees, check. Shocks world in doubt, check." ---quote by poet.
Counted out before the marathon began.
Far from first, second, or third in the race,
Yet kept pushing through pain and fatigue;
Proved everyone wrong, finishing with slow pace.
Categories:
racehorse, analogy, endurance, sports, uplifting,
Form: Rhyme
That horse ain't wild
Though he's as wild as they come
Defying stern expectation
Deciding when to run
Now we will choose for him
His spirit broken in due course
Though there still is something wild
About that racehorse
Categories:
racehorse, animal, desire, freedom, happiness,
Form: Rhyme
R… apes my wallet frequently.
A… prolonged waste of time.
C… arelessly treds over my happiness.
E… conomic failure, no question.
H… opefully going to break even some day.
O… h my god, look at these vet bills!
R… est? What’s that?
S… hoot, beat by a nose again.
E…ating dirt isn’t only the jockey’s job, but mine as well!
Categories:
racehorse, horse, race,
Form: Acrostic
Long legged, refined;
An explosive turn of foot
Racing to survive.
Winners applauded;
Losers are soon forgotten
A bloody business.
The rejects die young;
no mercy being shown, slain
Such a tragic end
Categories:
racehorse, horse,
Form: I do not know?
In equine racing they always say,
You hope to win when you make your play;
Off course as you know,it's the horses that show,
They're the only ones to make their hay.
With no help from the divine my guess could be as good as thine,
For doesn't our quadruped take a million fools,
For a ride not individually, but at a time?
Never known to run quite true,
All handicapping techniques never seem to do.
Yet it always finds it's friends,
Poor battered punters,trying to make amends.
Wagering on them are millions spent,
To get you returns it was never meant.
This sport of Kings will carry on,
But as king of this sport.....You could never be DON!!!
--- Princefreakasso
(Artist and Poet)
Categories:
racehorse, animals
Form: Dramatic Verse