Short Races Poems
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you can count pennies
you can run races or fight
it's peace that matters
Heidi Sands
2/8/25
(C)opyright
what a world
if was just boys and girls
just a love place no race
and a bright light
day and night all face
NO BLACK NO WHITE
NO RACE
its that feeling
that has you reeling
its not color of face
iiif its the right place
boby hot
you need some a lot
you get
SEX AND RACES
they made the way
for us to have say
tho beinging a clown
some shot down
protest town and cities around
its was pain on there face
BE
PROUD OF
YOUR RACE
Paddy went tae the Curragh racecourse
Bet his all on the favourite horse
Noo he’s back in Kilkenny
Withoot even a penny
Tae cry in his Guinness wae remorse
Jumping Jim just loved his sack,
Two feet in he'd jump up and back,
He went in sack races every time
He and his sack had a chance to shine,
Just a shame it's not an event on the track.
While all parked in their separate places
Couples were watching the Submarine Races
Trying hard not to show their faces
The chicks with all of their graces
Put their tops back on - their Chantilly Laces!
they or brown black and blue
some or white too
they come tall
and small
all i do is call
they come to me
you see
its not there corlor
we or brother
by taste not face
i have
friends of
a
difference race
Robust Races
We were really off to the robust races, When the moment my mind embraces;
Radical racist;
Never on list;
Found a variation in all of their faces.
THE DOGSLED RACES
Restless yaps
Teams of champion hearts
Race the dark
Victoria Anderson -Throop
12/27/12
Home: Valdez, Alaska
manes plastered down
quarter-horses
put through their paces
lightning-like, whips crack the air
puddles mirror rainbows
sunshine peeks from clouds
hands folded around cash
spectators pray to gods unknown
Run the gauntlet
Doomsday athlete
Amass wealth
Over own health
Kill for sport
Rot will eat
Kill for hate
Hell already ate
Love more
A lottery draw
Loveless
Chalk murder drew
Fast from the past
The future passed
Light years ago
Now let ego go
Race you home
You have none
Earth was blue
A hole we blew
I grew up in the Old South Africa
During the Apartheid era
So i know what it means to be racist
But all i see is faces
And judge people solely on what
comes out of them
White is no more right
Than black is supposed to be wrong
The only thing worthy of hate
Is those who hate for no other reason
Than stupid is as stupid does
Be that any colour
Sister or Brother
Remotely waters flow
Influentially in glows
Many flavors Kool-Aid
Tangs mixes
Soarid colored intact
Racist people react
Broken leaves on the trees
Embalming feelings what gives
Fashion departures
Dark burst peoples hurt
There's no room for the colors
Placed in a paint can
Mixed in a shaker
Stirred not shaking
As the Omni One
Ends racism
10/5/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Drag racing is fun my pushy neighbor said, pleading.
I did not dare go, myself always caught speeding.
I could picture myself in one of those bashed up cars.
Smashed up and injured, later maybe behind jail bars.
She coaxed and persuaded, and took me any way.
Watching three red Ferraris wreck kind of made my day.
I have no idea why, but this wild drag racing madness is fun.
Please tell me why you think this is if you ever go to one.