Let’s parley about pasta as World famous as the rasta Bob Marley
With potato rascal parcel not American Italian stallion like Rocky
Cocky stubby not ice hockey puck but stocky chubby soft gnocchi
Pizza is also a master blaster for those who chose good food faster
Cool old school cellar creamy mozzarella dreamy stellar mortadella
Better also for pancetta regatta bold umami tsunami of salami army
Drunken rapscallions parmesan medallions gold from sunken galleons
More is less finesse caress expedient ingredient largess will impress
Motto in gourmet grotto wins the lotto is of course Goddess risotto
Totemic signature vinegar star Balsamic the talismanic tsar in a jar
By the way we're told they say come what may ever day "agrodolce"
I am the famous Arabian stallion, I am worldly renowned as champion
l am the descendent of a special breed, I am the soundness and the speed
I am the king, of every hill, no other horse could match my skill
I am the pride, I am the grace, I am the hero of every race
I am the beauty, I am the glow, I am the star of every show
I am the stallion, I am the mare, I am the spirit of every heir
To every king or lord I serve, I am the jewel they do deserve
In battle I charge without fear, enduring the thrust of every spear
I am to knights, “the warrior horse”, I kick and bite without remorse
I am the jumper, I am the strider, I am the one loyal to his rider
I am simply a legend.
Saleh Ben Saleh
a formidable stallion Prix came into the yard and we gasped
His turquoise mane was shaped like peacock feathers
with their kind of spherical designs at the fringes
his coloring rivaled a male peacock’s feathers
Prix glistened in the sun, showing off his purples,
His blue greens, his gold’s with his flashing blue eyes
As he got closer he began high-stepping it
Showing off his Nancy Sinatra’s white boots.
This stallion changed the entire ambiance of the barnyard.
The fillies and mares were neighing in appreciation.
Our other stallion had turned his back, and began chewing violently.
This is going to be good, we thought, and of course it was.
A stallion with red eyes a stallion that is black
With sparks coming from it hooves and the devil on its back.
He thunders around at night he's coming for your soul
He will send you to the depth of hell to shovel hells fire coal
Do not try to bargain with him as nothing can be said.
You see the stallion only brings him to when you are
Dead....
Wyoming’s wild black stallion was anticipated for days
he had been spotted in the open country on Monday last
we sat on our porch nightly, staring out into the openness
would he come for his mares? They were ours now, right?
the sound of thunder brought our attention to the hills
moon in full orb was his background; we felt his power
he raced over the rise, the one we had heard of
the devil stallion, brute force. And he did not leave alone.
beyond Sampson Canyon where the wild ones were
dark Knight the lead stallion stormed into the fray
master speciman of equine handsomeness
lusty females followed him out, their hooves stomping and stamping
there goes the whole herd a rookie cowboy observed.
we are going to capture them down at tuscon's south pasture
this was stated by the Triple Z’s ranch foreman
that is where the cowhands are waiting he added
gigolo stallion heard, and turned his harem around
their hooves swirling up gray dust into the air
The black stallion is the
Most beautiful horse in the world
His black shiny coat
Glows with power and
His strength stands out
His strong legs moves
Like lighting and it makes
Him run like he floating on air
His stance is statuette
Which makes him mystical and
The leader of the pack
The black stallion is the
Most beautiful horse in the world
His black shiny coat
Glows with power and
His strength stands out
His strong legs moves
Like lighting and it makes
Him run like he floating on air
His stance is statuette
Which makes him mystical and
The leader of the pack
If you are having trouble conceiving, come down to the Wild Horse
We have a drink guaranteed to loosen you up, which will let you relax.
We cannot guarantee a child within nine months, of course.
But we have six gentlemen who will share their honest facts.
They each had trouble getting their wives in the family way.
Then they came down and had our magic elixir, which cannot be beat.
They now each go home to a family of five at the end of each day.
Some boys, some girls, and a wife who is grateful and sweet.
A secret, so you have to come to the back door and give two knocks.
We only share it with men who can show twenty dollars in the keyhole.
When you get home, amorous attentions will get rid of all sexual blocks.
Attentions will be on you, and your wife will not in any way say “whoa!”
This baby making elixir is fine, and only sold for a limited time.
You will have the best child that money can barely almost buy.
Does this sound worth twenty dollars and one small dime?
Why not come to the Wild Horse and give our magic potion a try?
Stallion
Mighty, was his look,
rendering tall, as he provokes.
The attraction that he emanates drawing to its taming,
which we sought.
A stallion as he stands,
the silhouette is what we have seen.
It was that of a wild horse
waiting for his taming to prevail!
The stallion's tone took when the animal did near,
wanting to be the tamed horse, captured, he is safe.
A depth that can take,
when there's something to be profound in, it's deep!
Alas, we come to an end;
there comes a disruption in this snare.
It's what he felt from the enclosed corral,
though he hurls out from the gate, did he escape?
The stallion gave flare from his stance,
which the tamed horse,
a leading role of the animal, he did ride.
Revised Edition February 3. 2021, 4:45 AM (EST)
The horses were frightened
refused to leave their stalls
Some kind of racial clash
compromised the safety of all
Then one horse looked about
one fact clearly stood out
15 Derby entrants, 4/5 brown or black
not one white stallion in the whole shack
Well, this was quite the crisis
it called for a calm and cool head
That's when that one horse
Put a call in to Mr. Ed
Ed picked up the receiver
but his voice sounded strange
I can't help you posthumously, he said
I'm now 'Home on the Range'
Admired in fear we seek to tame
Our mutual assured destruction
Better not to roil the mane
Flying breath defies direction
He sought to run away
Snared again in torrid protest
Feigned obey your silly play
Shadows of his former tempest
They bleat and beat their chests
Corralled today a winsome gale
With every look he still protests
Purest handsome finest male
Running turns me into a stallion
Not a filly
A stallion
A full blown running machine
With strains in my neck
And puffing and huffing from my nose
I know there are correct ways to do it
I know about pacing myself
But when the gun goes off
I am gone
No longer here at all
A stallion running for his truth
A stallion running from the pack
A stallion running after his mares
I am in Montana running free
I am running up hills
And I am running down
Nothing else matters. I am a stallion living my true me-self.
At once captured my heart, this fiery beast
His mane, black flame, his eyes, ebony heat
As Father and I returned from the East
That night, I took him a sugary treat
Storms sunk us; we alone landed the beach
Tamed by love, he let me upon his back
He had lessons of heart and speed to teach
Rescued, we came home; trained on my old track
All the talk was of the champion's race
I entered him, despite Mother's chagrin
He claimed victory with his lightning pace
With Father, I wished I could share this win
Through the crowd, hoisting the trophy I'd earned
Walking towards me - Father had returned!
2/1/19
Contest: Movie Magic
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
Movie: The Black Stallion
Character: Alec Ramsay
I used PoetrySoup's syllable counter
10/3/17
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In the night, dark and cold,
There gallops a stallion, strong and bold.
His beautiful coat, brown and sleek,
Slim and shiny, like polished teak.
His black mane and sloshing tail,
His sturdy hooves, hard as nails.
His bulging muscles and burly legs,
Harder than a wooden peg.
His tossing mane, in the wind,
His legs and muzzle, black and singed.
His shiny, reflective, rippled skin,
His hoofs on the ground and their vibrant din.
His smooth strong gallop, beautiful,
His daring brown eyes, purposeful.
And still he gallops, gallops on,
And gallop he will, until the dawn.
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