Sunlight spills on sprightly steeds,
Spring's sweet song stirs sleeping seeds.
Spirited stallions, sleek and swift,
Sashaying through the springtime mist.
Silken shadows shift and sway,
In the serene, splendid break of day.
Three thoroughbreds rambunctiously thrive,
Their thunderous thumps come alive.
Pastures painted in subtle shades of green,
Outstretched playground, pure and pristine.
Playful prancing, powerful paces,
Pleasure painted on their faces.
Celebrating, chasing, carefree,
Cascading manes, wild and free.
In the cozy, comforting light,
Spring's splendor shines so bright.
Frolicking freely, feeling fine,
For this trine, dazzling day so divine.
Eternal energy, ever so spry,
Beneath the vast, vibrant sky.
Categories:
thoroughbreds, animal, happiness, spring,
Form: Alliteration
Where women aren't quite women
They're Menstruating folk,
Their gender simply Human,
The world gone truly woke.
Grasping for atonement,
The art of double speak,
The fancy of the moment
Our words they cutely tweak.
Political correctness,
Not He, nor She, but It,
In search of urban fairness,
With some a glowing hit.
For others who stay silent,
Not knowing what to say,
On tact sorely reliant,
For this to pass they pray.
But how about this thought
To brighten up your day,
Good sense is rarely taught
So why should wokes hold sway?
We the startled masses
Muted for so long,
Know Thoroughbreds from Asses,
That's how we get along.
Categories:
thoroughbreds, celebrity, humor, nonsense, perspective,
Form: Quatrain
Some were born to be show horses
pampered and highly fussed over
little work but many accolades
living for tin canned applause..
Some are born thoroughbreds.
living for glory and golden oats
blinders ablaze- racing through life
oblivious to the rattle of time...
Then there's the humble plow horse
overworked and underpaid.
Swaybacked from societies harsh gaze
smoothing the way for both sashay and racer
forever looked down upon-never any applause
bending over for the ones
that will eventually eat them....
Lastly, the stillborn
legs curled around coldness
never given the chance
to glitter-thunder about or hoe
the plow horse will take the stillborn to the fields
and crows will give them their name-
Categories:
thoroughbreds, analogy, horse,
Form: Free verse
Trump's little tramp came out of the woodwork
and was treated like royalty-so was Kavanaugh's.
Suddenly the little donkeys turned into lathered up thoroughbreds.
Racing up and down the d.c track
neighing... "always believe a woman...me to"
Clinton and Biden's battered harem came forward...
and were treated like lying whores.
Nothing but lonely chirps from the democrickets…
believe a woman …. me to but only if its colored blue...
chirp......chirp...……………..chirp
Categories:
thoroughbreds, political, prejudice,
Form: Free verse
Ancient Arabians, mother to all
Bloodlines, essence of exquisiteness
Clydesdales, symmetry of strength
Dignity of duty, power of purpose
Ebony elegance, midnight silk
Friesians, crusaders in
Galloping gallantry
Hardy hearts, tiny and tenacious
Icelandic horses, gaited grace over
Jagged soil, volcanic climes
Kaleidoscope diamonds, lissome finesse
Lipizzaners, dancer of moonbeam dreams
Mustang beauty, bred by
Nature, to run in
Open grasslands, their hides
Paints of freedom
Quarter horses, nimble and surefoot across
Ranges unfenced, corralling waves of herds
Sleek strides, sinewy speed
Thoroughbreds, spirits of the wind
Unbridled, they fill all
Valleys and vistas in
Wild wonder; with Alexander and
Xerxes, they conquered the world
You may say these are outside the list
Zebras, to me - the mounts of fairies and myth
2/16/20
Categories:
thoroughbreds, freedom, horse, inspirational,
Form: Abecedarian
Through the forest tear thirteen fine thoroughbreds
Fraught with tension they flick their fair heads
Thrashing through the thickest thickets fittest first
Thundering from forest for the fields they thirst
Freed from their flight they finish together
Thirteen fine thoroughbreds frolic forever
Contest : Twist my Tongue
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
8th Place
Categories:
thoroughbreds, animal, horse,
Form: Rhyme
GRANDMA AT THE TRACK
foolishly
i threw the rock
and appeared
to hopscotch
until the ill of my ankle
violently mocked
i chalk it all up
to forget me nots
my mind over knees
ignores
the rusty gears
as my wrinkled hand
avoids resistance
hovering a half inch
above the bannister -
safe.
now i watch youngsters skate.
those whipper snappers
with the gait of a purebred horse.
i huddle with my overloaded purse
carrying 3 cell phones and mine,
a roll of ticket winnings,
leftover candy,
then i
chase my four-year old grandson
‘round the outskirts
as he weaves between strangers
taking my heart with him.
mind you,
the thoroughbreds
are resting soundly
on the bench.
4/25/2019
Categories:
thoroughbreds, games, grandchild,
Form: Free verse
you keep running a losing race
with the white horse that gallops
inside of your veins
continually placing bets
but how long you'll last
is anyone guess
all the running you choose to do
out of the starting gate daily
is with needle and spoon
with those in the stands looking on
watching you on this muddy track
before your window is closed
running with your pack
of what started out
as all thoroughbreds
numb to the junk in the future you face
as the white horse in your veins
continues this losing race
Categories:
thoroughbreds, death, drug,
Form: Rhyme
In a hallowed grandstand,
I do quietly sit,
high above the noise
and ruckus of the pit.
Staring out upon
a curving, long race-track,
as thoroughbreds set off
running races back-to-back.
Around me are sitting
a mannered, genteel crowd,
dressed up to the nines,
only deigning to be loud
when jockeys round the curve,
pulling hard for home,
and the losing bets first scream,
then so loudly moan.
I don't think they really care
all that much for the horse,
it's the gambling that brought them,
and brings them back for more.
It kind of reminds me
of NASCAR when I think
of all those horses turning left,
it's kinda the same thing!
But I don't dare mention that,
if I did these people all
would rush me with intentions bad,
claiming they're shocked and appalled,
I guess it's really not my crowd,
and next Saturday I shall go
down the road for a real good time
at the weekly, circuit rodeo.
Ride 'dem broncs! Y'aahhh!
Categories:
thoroughbreds, culture, games, horse, humor,
Form: Light Verse
'Twas pouring, and the thoroughbreds
Did gallop and thunder in the rain.
All muddy were the jockeys' silks,
And the weather quite insane.
"Beware the Kentucky Derby, Son!
Fame and fortune the trainers haunt.
Beware the length of the Preakness run,
And the exhausting Belmont."
He took the leather reins in hand.
Long time the winning horse he sought.
So mounted he on the saddle tree
And rode awhile in thought.
And as in dreaming thought he rode,
Secretariat, with eyes of brown,
Came sprinting through the tiring pack
Searching for renown.
One, two! One, two! and through and through-
The other jocks did frown-
He crossed the line by thirty-one lengths
And won the Triple Crown!
"And did we win the Triple Crown?
To the winner's circle, my wonder horse."
O fantastic day. Hurrah! Hooray!
The multitude did discourse.
'Twas pouring, and the thoroughbreds
Did gallop and thunder in the rain.
All muddy were the jockeys' silks,
And the weather quite insane.
Categories:
thoroughbreds, horse, race,
Form: I do not know?
Plastic baby Jesus, little drummer boy
Decorate the tree along with Rudolph
And all the ho ho his of part time Santas
Doing time with Salvation Army bell ringers.
City parades, sparkly lights and garland.
Street candy canes all cry out, "See, were happy,
Joyous and free!" Such is the hypocritical
Holidays endured by us sidewalk thoroughbreds.
For a couple weeks you throw us trinkets,
Chocolate s and turkey dinners believing
You've done miraculous things that help
You sleep at night in your mansion on the hill.
Celebrities use the time for photo ops of
Comedy serving the rabble pumpkin
Pie along with oily smiles of insincere
Wishes. Shut up and give me another Piece of pie!
Why do we need to be reminded about life
That no longer exists. Do you want us to cry
On our grubby clothes with gratitude? Why
Is us thanking you so important?
So, yes, I'll take your change when you
See my sign saying "I'm trying to get home.""
I'll take my change and buy the only holiday
I'll get this year. The comfort and joy of bygones.
Categories:
thoroughbreds, allusion, holiday,
Form: Free verse
She has no wings or a halo on her head.
She stands over you, has you lie in your bed.
She's a McMillan nurse, stood over your deathbed.
She has eyes of blue and heart of gold.
She as caring nature and a calm head.
She stands over you as you lie in your bed.
They are angels in our midst, behold.
They are pure human thoroughbreds.
Her caring nature and a calm head.
Bringing peace and serenity, all told.
Human angels with loving care to spread .
They are pure human thoroughbreds.
Deity's of reality not fables of old.
Don't let our admiration go unsaid.
Human angels with loving care to spread.
The finest examples of us humans, true gold.
She as no wings or a halo on her head.
Don't let our admiration go unsaid.
She a McMillan nurse, stood over your deathbed.
comp entry 20/12 1st ever go at a Terzanelle , lol
Categories:
thoroughbreds, care,
Form: Terzanelle
A spider spreads its web of silken threads
shimmering all silvery white by the lake
waiting guileless for preys to find their breads
Its way is not to tear victims to shreds
a kind of dignity is here at stake
a spider spreads its web of silken threads
To ensnare gently unwary flies' heads
showing a slow death dance they will partake
waiting guileless for preys to find their breads.
Self-respecting spiders are thoroughbreds
no tangled webs they weave for spinning sake
a spider spreads its web of silken threads.
widow spider catches the fly it weds
unlucky ones just follow in their wake
waiting guileless for preys to find their breads
wet tendrils of fog become beaded heads
a string of tiny diamonds they make
A spider spreads its web of silken threads
waiting guileless for preys to find their breads.
@jjote posted 06/09/16
Categories:
thoroughbreds, fun,
Form: Villanelle
A barrel of oink is a snout snaffling. Order of pig sect of oink. In a pink summersaulting cartwheeling ham chunk. Wee wee weeeee. Rolling. Hilltop. Hollybush road. Rhododendron. Raid bit trade. Road not noted. To be seen is to chippy tea and biscuits and caked bacon chop. Large amounts of stew. Hahahaha and now a fish earring. Hahahaha and a wastepaper basket with ten arms and twenty legs. Attempting the javelin. Oh how great. Fantastic. Such array. Magnitude. Fortitude questioned whether it is a village? Hahahaha rapid trend annual annuls **** analogues. No hahahaha to that toothpick asylum. Nor grin. Pitter patter then. Thoroughbreds' leaving now so goodbye. Gooseherds' and gooseheads with lemon sauce drip. Pachydermia. Xzx
Categories:
thoroughbreds, adventure, anniversary, appreciation,
Form: I do not know?
Yes, it's the racing carnival,
Fashionistas so topical,
Significance trivial,
Lovely fillies,
Eye candy,
Drunk and silly,
Studs in suits,
Looking beaut,
Glitterati,
Haves and wannabes,
For the paparazzi,
Doyens of the racing industry,
You all look fabulous,
Gambling magnanimous,
Thoroughbreds' gloss,
Media hype and dross,
Great racing day,
Booze, bets and babes,
Stuff the plebs today,
Our public holiday,
Melbourne Cup Day!
Categories:
thoroughbreds, holiday, race,
Form: Free verse
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