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Life at the Races

All those horses raced for you
thoroughly bred to compete
so you'll know which one to choose
Before the race you got to meet
each horse and then each jockey
They live to race, and race they shall
It's an honor even if to lose

You hear the trumpet blare a tune
an hommage you know so well
It lets you know the race starts soon
All the anticipation it cannot quell
The horses know the time to attune
All doubts in their minds they do dispel

The sound of the bell commences
a rapid ringing ignights their fire
Four legs propel between fences
hooves thumping and thudding
a kind of horse chamber choir

The whip thrashes about and falls
just upon the right hindquarter
the pain incites speed to pass them all
makes the race that much shorter

Around the last bend the steeds thrust
closing in on the tenth furlong
win, cross the line first you just must
stick your neck out for her
or be looked upon with disgust

Although all were fit beyond many a measure
the camera would surely determine the pleasure
Horses laid strewn in the pattern of a line
A line she had painted in her spare time
to settle, put to rest all the horses except
the absolute best who lived up to her test.
Sean Furlong

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Sonnet: Piggy-back Ride

Yes, children enjoy a piggy-back ride!
The father as horse and mother beside;
The thrilled little ones just simply enjoy,
And mock at the horse while laughing with joy.

Giddap! Giddap! They goad the horse faster;
Today, they are the jockey and the master!
And then the horse must dance well to their tune,
Slowly, gracefully and speed up too, soon.

Sometimes, the horse is just compelled to neigh!
Shaking its head for the entire day;
No doubt, the act gets troublesome indeed;
Until taken to the ‘stable’ to feed.

At times, children can the wildest horse tame!
But, condescension’s, the key to the game.
Dr John Celes

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I also pay tribute to my flesh

I do not keep a snob spirit
A closed one not open to the realities
Of my duality: body and soul
Flesh and spirit, to keep myself whole
To keep the horses satisfied and make
This chariot travel smoothly towards
The path I have chosen towards the path
Of my true destination
The black horse and the white horse
They must too live in harmony
The black horse of my nights
The white horse of my days
And this chariot where I ride

I am still the driver in control
I drive where I want to go
I stop when I want to stop
These horses must see me as their master
And this chariot where I ride Is nothing
But just a useful thing.

Today, I pay tribute to my flesh
And my spirit must also understand
Love after all hinges on desires
And without this body, how can the spirit feel?
And where can guilt be, if love knows
That it is always greater and can always win.

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Old Black Tom

My dad sold black Tom our old work-horse when he had known a better day
But what happened to him after that I do not know for to say
Suppose he was slaughtered for dog meat few work-horses of old age do die
To say that all work-horses become children pets would be telling a lie
Any way old black Tom would never have been any good as a child's pet
A few nips he gave to me I never will forget
Old Tom he was surely not gentle or quiet
And given the opportunity he surely would bite
Five out of ten for him would seem a fair score
He was a good work-horse that and nothing more
Not the finest equine west of Millstreet Town
For Tom the old rogue horse no such a renown
He was sold to a horse dealer more than three decades ago
And what happened to him after I cannot say I do know.
Francis Duggan

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