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P… Poetry that is tangible, somehow
A… lways hanging over my head in the shape of a sun, not a cloud
R… Raging like a fire in my corny little heart
A… ging much more slowly than myself
D… o you really exist?
I … ncredibly tempting, but I’ll pass for now
S… addening to know you’re a long ways away
E… ndlessly in my thoughts
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R… apes my wallet frequently.
A… prolonged waste of time.
C… arelessly treds over my happiness.
E… conomic failure, no question.
H… opefully going to break even some day.
O… h my god, look at these vet bills!
R… est? What’s that?
S… hoot, beat by a nose again.
E…ating dirt isn’t only the jockey’s job, but mine as well!
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Am I glad to be alive?
Surely I am,
Surely.
I watched a certain horse cross the line at the Derby,
Preakness,
Belmont,
And I was quite happy to live to see it once more,
To live to cheer.
I watched the reports of men and women turning on each other,
Like animals,
Like wolves,
And I was happy to live through seeing it,
To live to frown at the Television.
I watched two friends tremble within their own veins,
Shutting up,
Shutting down,
And I was happy to be living to see them off,
To live to cry.
I am happy to be alive,
There is no question,
I am,
Surely.
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Where is your inspiration?
It’s waiting for some needless invitation,
Or perhaps it is waiting for you to have a needed revelation.
It didn’t fly off to Vegas like your wallet,
And it’s not right under your nose this time,
But above it instead,
In that lovely brain of yours.
Now how about a pinch of motivation?
Perhaps your lack of drive is beyond salvation,
In this robot plagued nation.
Take a step,
Add another,
Whad’ya know?
You’re on your way!
Last but not least let’s add a helping of imagination,
The golden key to finding any destination,
As we enter a land of ‘guestimations’.
Cosmo Kramer said it best,
“In my mind, I’m already there!”
So go on now,
Eat your food for thought,
Imagination,
Motivation,
Inspiration,
I’ve never been a believer in mental starvation.
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Robin Hood,
Robin Hood,
You'd be napalmed,
In the wood,
If you were indeed alive today.
Tell me, please-
Legend, myth, or man?
Did you really live in Merry England,
The Shire of Nottingham?
Your daring band of robbers,
they gave the gift of hope and cheer,
You spread the riches widely,
To the neglected far and near.
You were the hero,
Of a now forgotten time,
You were but,
a poorer man,
Who kept the rich in line.
Robin Hood,
Robin Hood,
You'd be napalmed,
In the wood,
If you were indeed alive today.
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Superb to the nth degree
Pleasant to behold
Exceptional in quality
Candied with extra-ordinaries
Terrifically produced
Above average by far
Crazily addicting
Unbelievable
Lovely to witness
Ageless
Radiant
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I saw it happen,
While the goose laughed at the finch,
On his warmer way.
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I am from the synthetic turf,
Of which I never wish to touch myself.
I’m from beyond the mint juleps and fancy hats,
Where there isn’t such thing as wealth.
I’m from the steeplechase barns,
With the sharp hooves,
And soft muzzles,
Trainers, Jocks,
Personalities all like puzzles.
I am from the races,
Bonding with angry little men,
Sarcastic faces,
Drunken to a 10.
I am from the winners circle,
Screaming, laughing my ass off,
Crying the happiest of tears.
You win some, but you sure lose some throughout the tiresome years.
I am from the stirrup irons,
Forgetting what it’s like to enjoy food.
I am from the scales,
Watching my legs grow longer and longer,
As my chances grow shorter and shorter,
Yeah Pops, I know, I know, a Jock’s life is crude.
I’m from the top rail,
Learning things I shouldn’t,
From people I’m so glad to know.
Laughing, cursing like sailors,
Holding my breath for a second,
That will always feel like an eternity,
Never making a sound,
Though the hoof beats drum on internally,
As the round the turn that I would so love to know,
The flashes of goggles, bats, manes tales,
Friend against foe.
I am from a family of two,
Not caring who or where the others might be,
Where I’m from,
We’ve got more than we need.
I am from the line,
For where the dot is- I wish not to see.
I’m from the land of ‘it ain’t over till it’s over’
The land of coming up from behind,
I’ll tell them that my intentions are not kosher,
That Zenyatta surely has my state of mind.
I’m from the Sport of Kings,
I wish to someday be its Queen,
Though I’m just a cheap claimer- don’t worry Pops I’ll make it,
Only at the racetrack,
The bell of my heart forever rings.
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It was over in Brooklyn,
No, not a Met’s game.
God forbid that.
“The world was, it was, in some off-hand manner, never meant to go right.”
In which the first man jumped.
It was all over really,
That 12 million people were out of work,
There were already poor people,
But at this point a man could not just “Whistle off, and march on.”
Because he was in the same situation,
So he jumped too.
It was day after day,
That 12,000 people lost their jobs,
Wall Street for some was a “Fairy land to visit, but truly it was a desert to live in.”
And so the men who lost their jobs didn’t want to go home to their wives,
They didn’t want to tell them what happened,
So they jumped as well.
It was nationwide,
That 20,000 companies went bankrupt,
The banks went bankrupt,
As they trembled in their offices waiting for the inevitable.
They got tired of it, so they did anything to “Vary the detestable monotony”
A few more jumped,
A few more died,
All because the found that
“The universe makes a rather indifferent parent at times.”
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When you’ve found the right car, you know it.
You know it’s the right one,
Because you didn’t buy it for the brand,
Color,
Style.
You didn’t buy the Red Maserati just because it’s a Red Maserati,
You bought the Red Maserati because it fits your needs,
Nice horsepower,
Good gas mileage,
Lastly,
It’s a red Maserati,
It’s for you.
When you’ve found the right girl,
You know it.
You know she’s the one,
Because you didn’t want her for her looks,
Figure,
Money.
You didn’t marry the hot blonde because she’s a hot blonde,
You married her because you love her,
Can trust her,
She’s smart,
Hard working,
Lastly,
She’s a hot blonde,
She’s for you.
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