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uh
uh
up
'pon mine
roan
uuuuhp
'pon mine steed'z
haunchez
hern
unto ourn cabin
'tiz ourn
roam
I dream of love
like bankers dream of fees
.
.
.
.
A song for this:
Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan
Painters strive for the perfect stroke
Comedians look for the perfect joke
Writers seek to engage or provoke
P0rn stars strain for the perfect poke
Students grind, hoping they won’t choke
Trump derides his conviction as a hoax
Yachtsmen yearn for the perfect boat
Social climbers aspire to be bespoke
Politicians pretend to be regular folk
Workers yearn to throw off their yoke
Golfers train for a consistent stroke
Flyers pray their Boeing isn’t broke
Stoners want the ultimate toke
A smile is what I want to provoke
.
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A song for this:
Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan
It was neither
a good place
nor bad
to end up.
It just was.
The roan lay amongst
glowing pebbles,
the silky water
spreading out its mane.
A grey eye,
just under,
looked up
searching for the blue sky
and the beckoning herd
and valley.
If you are going to clone a clown you need a giant test tube.
This was stated by my ignoramous of a cousin, we call Rube.
He ordered the biggest one that a Prime truck could deliver.
I believe I will name my full-grown circus clown Mr. Sliver.
Why do you encourage him? Asked his mother’s cousin Roan.
“When he’s wasting time with this stuff,” she said “he leaves me alone”
Half Alpaca, it spits if I dare kiss Cathy's ruby lips.
It plants a jacked-up rhubarb stalk,
a stiff stalking walk
if I dare roan hands over
my lovers compliance.
Cathy’s cat is much loved by itself
and also by the silky paws of its owner.
I think it may be transforming into a Burmese python
or something more slinky, sneaky, and lower.
As for I, it shows its one scorning pink eye
as it struts away
tail up, exposing a cool distain
as arrogantly possessive as any ‘fork you’ flag.
Their hoof beats pound into my dreams
Spanish mustangs, weighing over a ton
Florida cracker horse saved by breeders
Marsh tacky from South Carolina
Arriving in dun, bay, roan, black and grullo
There are eighty thousand feral horses in the US today
Wild mustangs living off the land in Utah, Wyoming and Texas
They would probably scoff at the dinky Choctaws in Mississippi
For those specimens e a mere thirteen to fourteen hands high.
Equidae fossils have been found in Wyoming
Proof we had horses here three million years ago
Before climate change made them extinct.
Luckily Cortez brought them back in 1519.
July Joy
July arrives spreading county fair spells
Pink chubby pigs and roan cows with cowbells
Excitement grows in fields and through the dells
Gold medal livestock for new clientele.
Hear the music of the carousel
Take a ride on Ferris wheels air cells
Take a chance on arcade games as well
Knock down all the bottles then ring the bell.
Revel in corn dogs and cotton candy smells
Sweet corn and cakes – prize winning show and tell
Jams and jellies with blue ribbons excel
Crisp green apples coated with caramel.
Rows of prized roses and vases of bluebells
Honorable mentioned quilts shaped like seashells
First place red barn paintings, sunset pastels,
County fairs with fireworks sheer joy foretells.
8-1-22
Contest: Christmas in July or July Celebration
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Rhymes checked with www.rhymezone
The breeze cool and refreshing
colors paled pastel exhibitors
lipstick pinks, buttered yellows, creamy peach,
alabaster whites, orange tangerine, wintery blues;
August cools ratcheting down
the once oppressive heat
relief, respite, balming appeasement,
comforting solace and escape
readying flesh and bone
for autumn colors to return
burnished bronze, pumpkin melons, candy corn mix,
bittersweet crimson corals, mustard green cornsilk;
roan toasted grasses,
ready for winter sleep
dancing in ivory discotheque
escape to renewal and rebirth
as August nears the end.
You'd hear them every morning
Like a band of baritones
The echoes of the horseshoes
Clacking, on the cobblestones
Each huckster with a wagon
Pulled behind a blindered roan
Parading back and forth between
The rows of old brownstones
One would have fresh vegetables
And one would have fresh fruits
Another might have leather goods
Like saddles, shoes or boots
From furniture to pots and pans
Each peddler resolute
But if you looked then walked away
They'd follow in pursuit
Some just made deliveries
Likes eggs, or milk, or ice
Regardless of their service
Each one friendly, each one nice
Though some might have a gimmick
Like a special, to entice
If you had bought from them before
They might just drop their price.
By Daniel Turner
Oh, her love was for a sailor
Alas, the sailor sailed alone
So she took up with a cowboy
Who wore boots and rode a Roan
He dried her tears and held her hand
And softly whispered in her ear
He taught her how to dance real slow
And how to drink cold long necked beer
And then one day the sailor came
Fresh from the Hebrides he said
He bumped into the cowboy's boots
Tucked just beneath her feather bed
He lost his temper and turned red
And he swore he'd kill the man
She smiled and said that wasn't wise
"You had best just leave while you can"
"He's a man that can dance real slow,
"And wrestle steers for a livin'
"He breaks wild horses hereabouts
"And his heart is full of givin' "
Oh, he heard danger in her voice
And he was not a stupid man
He hoisted his bag to his shoulder
Tipped his hat - struck a trail for Cheyenne
Her life is good - good as can be
And she lost her love of the sea
She smiles when she can dance real slow
And drink beer that is cold and free
10-4-20
Contest: Completely Your Choice (21)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
R-emark
O-f
A-uthor
N-icely
Y-ields
E-xpression's
Y-early
E-xciting
P-oem
E-mploying
R-emarkable
L-etter's
A-crosric
S-alutations
Topic: Birthday of Roan Yeye Perlas (April 29)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I ride a dappled horse and I'm full of introspection
With centrifugal force I gaze with circumspection
This merry-go-round gives me a sense of connection
While conversely I feel immense disaffection
Then the roan steed begins a gentle ascent
With an easy speed I ponder this peculiar event
I feel comfort and I feel awe at this predicament
But most of all I feel no earthbound lament
I transcend the corporeal and temporal plane
I hear a choir and see beauty the world couldn't contain
I experience relief and forgetting in this new domain
I join the One and sing along to the refrain
4-4-2020
Ginger and I first met at a horse auction,
she was described as a strawberry roan
a gentle nature with a three-legged gait,
creating a bumpy ride because of this trait.
I learned to ride with Ginger hours at a time,
we were in cinque with leg commands,
she was not a fast quarter horse,
what a relief as she plodded the course.
Many years and miles passed along,
I remember my first horse with pride,
she was Ginger with an even soul,
who taught me to ride on the whole.
upon blue grass hills
roan stallion grazed among mares
verdant and serene
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Although not for her contest,
my regards to Tania for her
inspiration. Merci
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