Watched the steeplechase races at Cheltenham
At the haywall a jockey fell off
His horse though continued to ride
And came first – what a great finish that was.
The name of the horse is Fiddlerontheroof
But the victory was awarded to Monkfish,
Who came second, with a jockey on the back.
At my comprehension, Fiddlerontheroof won.
He did the job greatly, with no commands required
He rode freely and gracefully, knowing how to make it
Showed splendidly what a horse ride must be like
Without the torment of whips and this stupid rush.
Categories:
steeplechase, judgement,
Form: Free verse
An orange takes an early lead,
followed by a melon.
Garden peas are catching fast,
so too is the lemon.
Granny Smith’s are overtaking.
Lettuces are gaining.
Kiwi’s move from out the pack.
This is entertaining.
The orange takes the lead again,
now grapes are rolling clear.
Broccoli, asparagus
are getting very near.
We’re nearly at the finish,
and this is getting close.
Trees and soil are cheering
around the winning post.
Pears are in the mix as well.
This is a humdinger.
Yes, a photo finish,
and everyone’s a winner!
Categories:
steeplechase, 7th grade, 8th grade,
Form: Rhyme
We in Brazil we were from time
of instantaneous inflation... !
Prices varied by minutes...
We would "steeplechase" inside
of the markets, chasing
of the price remarker and its
machine...!
We had to run faster
than everyone to reach to the cashier
with the price without further readjustment...
The morning we received
the salary, we were "rich"...
30 million cruzeiros in my pocket....
In the morning we could buy
2 shopping purchases, 2 pairs of shoes, and 2
pants and 2 shirts... in the afternoon everything
half... ! the other day, well
another day, it was already agony...!
Categories:
steeplechase, abuse, allusion, appreciation, extended
Form: Prose Poetry
THE RACE
In a rural
country vale
Aylesbury's forgotten tale
a steeplechase
from memory long gone
the four mile hunt
from Waddesdon
Twenty
weighed in at the White Hart
the old windmill
.. the place to start
riders famous & the well-heeled
racing across
ditch &field.
each carrying
twelve stone seven
the starters flag
dropped at exactly eleven
across brook spinney &
the Thame
seeking the prize pot & fame
in long furlong field
the leaders showed
to the roars
from the turnpike road
the well backed grey
became the toast
winning
by a length
at
the red flagged post
Year Posted 2007
Categories:
steeplechase, history, memory, sports,
Form: Rhyme
Your renegade heart, so darkly pure
Once scarred by light found insecure
Our momentum of romanced waves converged
Drowning all foundations of reserve
But my faint mount failed to keep pace
Across your tangled steeplechase
When every question was a crime
Smug sneers met any need of mine
Callowness furled in fickle curls
How you despised the unrepentant world!
Yet, I thank you for this cruel clarity
For if you are the villain, the hero is me
So I flew on wings shed of regret
With a strength you'd like me to forget
Now, my second-hand heart, though incomplete
Even ragged, tattered and stitched - still beats.
8/05/20
Categories:
steeplechase, love hurts, recovery from,
Form: Couplet
BIN JAMAL
A pervert by the name of Bin Jamel
Was charged with bizarre sex with a mammal
the charges were read
Bin Jamal went red
Cos the charge was bonking a fat camel...
JOHNNY McGOOS
Did you hear about young Johnny McGoos
Had a misfortune regarding his shoes
The neighbours dog left a load
In the middle of the road
He missed it and skidded on doggy doos...
OLD FREDDIE
Old Freddie was choping wood from a tree
Was hurrying to get home for his tea
It didn't end well
He let out a yell
Missed the branch and the axe stuck in his knee...
BILL BEST
A young man by the name of Bill Best
Thought he'd put his girlfriend to the test
But she shattered Bill's dream
When she started to scream
They had layed down on top of an ants nest...
THE JOCKEY
A horse jockey was in the steeplechase
Was galloping at a very fast pace
He misjudged the tall jump
Hit the ground with a thump
Was left with egg and fresh mud on his face...
Written 29th July 2020.
Categories:
steeplechase, humor,
Form: Limerick
lord
we
witness
the
spiritual
endeavor
where
peace stares
at
us again
then
faith passed
her swift baton
to
run the
quiet steeplechase
where
we
go into the wind
at night
while
we sleep
Categories:
steeplechase, imagery, imagination, religious,
Form: Free verse
Red Rum was pounding the turf down at Aintree,
Going as fast as any horse can be,
Ginger was there looking on at the side,
And the whole of Liverpool, filled up with pride.
For the third time now, this great horse had won,
The greatest steeplechase under the sun,
At Aintree a Horse is more likely to die,
For the third time Red Rum, the odds did defy.
Around the world the bookies all suffered,
The betting fraternity knew they weren’t buffered,
To lay off a bet when the Horse is a hero,
Is not easy, so most, were left with a zero.
The ordinary punter, who fancied a flutter,
Even, the tramp, who lived life in the gutter,
Joined with the housewife who bet the housekeeping,
On the horse with the heart which always kept beating
Because they all knew Red Rum would win through.
Categories:
steeplechase, heart, hero, horse, race,
Form: Verse
Tally-ho, the young steeplechase rider cried
As his horse stumbled over the barrier he up and died
The rider went flying
He heard as he lay dying
“Welcome cowboy” he heard a voice from the other side
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
steeplechase, sad,
Form: Limerick
Tears of Diamonds are swarming with love
With foams of rays from heaven above.
A message hidden in each tear is a mystery to know
Where pain and laughter comes as the wind blows.
A name unknown with roses torn and scorn
Where love is concealed in the heart of Gold.
And with time dwindling like a dry grain yield
The fields of Vivacity will dry once again.
Then the reflection of the tear will tell a story that’s old
So pure like a Diamond that was never to be told.
And while the story of life leisurely unfolds
Tears of Diamonds fall from the heart of Gold.
With a echo of hope filled with light
The fields of life will yield over bright.
Just as Tears of Diamonds are full of love
The foams of rays come from heaven above.
With faith in return to win the steeplechase
The tears of Diamonds are the reflection of your face.
- Sherwin Fernandes
Categories:
steeplechase, angel, beautiful, beauty, bible,
Form: Ballad
SENIORS OLYMPICS
Images of fearsomely fit youth everywhere,
healthy people, all bronzed, featured
by the second, on screens and public spaces :
fit and flash, but always young, Olympians.
I protest, for we seniors are just as sporty;
we recycle daily, suffer running noses;
fallen archery’s no problem at all - well, it is -
as we routinely wrestle with living.
Best not to even mention water sports.
Weightlifting self out of armchair is hourly,
when diving for the loo, as is rowing back
from much too easily expressed criticism.
We ping pong daily with potions and pills.
Sailing close to the wind, shooting mouth off,
leads to embarrassed synchronized grinning.
Annoy us and you will get a right kayaking.
Much of our lives consists of sundry hurdles;
shops are like a cross-country marathon,
or a steeplechase broken into relays,
bench to leaned-on wall, to bench again.
And, we’ve all done pent- and heptathlon,
with the dec- coming in to (or out of) focus,
we need not discus these ageist Olympics,
I have hammered my point enough ....
Alan McAlpine Douglas
Categories:
steeplechase, funny, sports,
Form: Free verse
In a rural country vale
Aylesbury's forgotten tale;
A steeplechase from memory gone
The four mile hunt from Waddesdon.
Twenty weighed in at the White Hart,
The old windmill the place to start;
Riders,famous and well-heeled
Racing across ditch and field.
Each carrying twelve stone seven
The starters flag dropped on eleven;
Across brook,spinney and the Thame
Seeking the prize pot and fame.
In long furlong field the leaders showed
To the roars from the turnpike road;
The well backed grey became the toast
As he raced clear to the red flagged post.
Categories:
steeplechase, animals, nostalgia, sports,
Form: Narrative