Sobriety Limericks Part 7
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Join Date: Aug 2013
Location: Oregon
Posts: 4,252
I took my horse out for a spin
My beautiful buckskin mare
The sun was shining
It was sparkling fair.
But oh, so very cold.
If truth be told, I felt about a hundred years old
I was shivering. My toes were froze.
My hands could barely move
As I began to brush her out
And talk to her sweet and low
She chuffed her breath
Against my cheek. It tickled,
I laughed, swung myself up,
And off we went like a streak.
My gal was feisty! She likes it cold.
And I was finally warm.
My beautiful buckskin mare
The sun was shining
It was sparkling fair.
But oh, so very cold.
If truth be told, I felt about a hundred years old
I was shivering. My toes were froze.
My hands could barely move
As I began to brush her out
And talk to her sweet and low
She chuffed her breath
Against my cheek. It tickled,
I laughed, swung myself up,
And off we went like a streak.
My gal was feisty! She likes it cold.
And I was finally warm.
Living and Loving Life at Last
Join Date: Aug 2012
Location: gods own country
Posts: 12,168
I envy you Else dear friend
I remember feeling one with my steed
Feeling that strength work to command
Exhilaration feeding our need
Ground flying under those hooves
Wind whipping hair in my eyes
The freedom of moving alone on the land
Moving like clouds in the skies.
Sadly before I could find my own ride
Fate threw a curve and life changed
I developed allergic reactions severe
No more would I dream of the range
So sadly I gave up my dream life
Of winning Grand National, of course
The life I had dreamed of forever
From when I first sat on a horse.
Elsie, Cowboy, I so envy you. At the earliest age I knew what I wanted and would not be deterred. I was going to be a stable girl, train as a jump jockey and win the Grand National. That summer when I turned 14 and developed a multitude of allergies. Worst of which was to horses, broke my heart. In my mind, I am with you Elsie on your sweet mare, sharing your unfettered joy.
I remember feeling one with my steed
Feeling that strength work to command
Exhilaration feeding our need
Ground flying under those hooves
Wind whipping hair in my eyes
The freedom of moving alone on the land
Moving like clouds in the skies.
Sadly before I could find my own ride
Fate threw a curve and life changed
I developed allergic reactions severe
No more would I dream of the range
So sadly I gave up my dream life
Of winning Grand National, of course
The life I had dreamed of forever
From when I first sat on a horse.
Elsie, Cowboy, I so envy you. At the earliest age I knew what I wanted and would not be deterred. I was going to be a stable girl, train as a jump jockey and win the Grand National. That summer when I turned 14 and developed a multitude of allergies. Worst of which was to horses, broke my heart. In my mind, I am with you Elsie on your sweet mare, sharing your unfettered joy.
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Location: NYC
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Sonnet
I know I cannot remedy the past
Or set up right things jumbled and askew
As if thrown topsy-turvy by a blast,
Such damage did I drinking sometimes do.
And yet I see it’s time to clean my street
Or try, to swallow fear and misplaced pride
And face the same direction as my feet,
Instead of looking furtive to the side.
So I resolve to look them in the eye,
The people I have harmed and harshly burned,
Though they may mock, or else insist I lie
If I should claim a better way I’ve learned.
All I can do is try to move ahead
And strive to earn sound sleep and daily bread.
Or set up right things jumbled and askew
As if thrown topsy-turvy by a blast,
Such damage did I drinking sometimes do.
And yet I see it’s time to clean my street
Or try, to swallow fear and misplaced pride
And face the same direction as my feet,
Instead of looking furtive to the side.
So I resolve to look them in the eye,
The people I have harmed and harshly burned,
Though they may mock, or else insist I lie
If I should claim a better way I’ve learned.
All I can do is try to move ahead
And strive to earn sound sleep and daily bread.
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Join Date: Apr 2013
Posts: 5,439
My time on a horse was not as you say
I went only once and almost fell off
I could not get used to the way the horse did sway
It left me feeling most distraught
For me, she did not like to go
She stopped to munch on bushes along the way
How to make her move I did not know
Not how to sit, nor what to say
And when the day was done
My legs were mighty sore
And so was my bum
And I did not go back for more
I went only once and almost fell off
I could not get used to the way the horse did sway
It left me feeling most distraught
For me, she did not like to go
She stopped to munch on bushes along the way
How to make her move I did not know
Not how to sit, nor what to say
And when the day was done
My legs were mighty sore
And so was my bum
And I did not go back for more
No quitting on yer quit eh!
Join Date: Feb 2014
Location: Alberta, Canada
Posts: 3,875
For both my wife and I, foaling season was special! Sitting outside on a sunny, cool spring morning, coffee in hand, and watching the little one's play, while the mares kept watchful eyes on them...hmmmm, just remembered I wrote a poem about that years ago... we got to watch 2 foals being born out of the very many that we raised and I helped both of them get to their feet for the very first time. Then life got busy, horse market plunged, and didn't make economic sense to keep them. At one point, we had 24 brood mares and 3 studs, so there was a lot of work involved as well. Because we don't live at the farm (1/2 hour drive away) it didn't make sense to winter one or two, so they all went. Someday, we'll more than likely buy a couple of geldings just four pleasure riding if I ever slow down enough to have the time to build a house out there lol, all the saddles and other tack are still hanging in the pumphouse just waiting.......
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Location: NYC
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It seems like a different world, when I was nine years old
And went away to summer camp to learn to ride.
All summer the camp master only let us hold
Reins while we walked the beauties, her personal pride,
And shovel manure, and curry and comb,
And shovel more manure! That’s when I learned to braid,
And when poison sumac got me the night before going home
So bad that on steroids for a week in bed I laid.
But riding? Only ‘round the paddock, just one day.
I didn’t mind much -- I liked the smells, and touching their coats
And the shoveling kept me busy so I didn’t have to pay
Attention to the other girls. I could feed the horses their oats
While the girls played whatever games they knew to play.
And went away to summer camp to learn to ride.
All summer the camp master only let us hold
Reins while we walked the beauties, her personal pride,
And shovel manure, and curry and comb,
And shovel more manure! That’s when I learned to braid,
And when poison sumac got me the night before going home
So bad that on steroids for a week in bed I laid.
But riding? Only ‘round the paddock, just one day.
I didn’t mind much -- I liked the smells, and touching their coats
And the shoveling kept me busy so I didn’t have to pay
Attention to the other girls. I could feed the horses their oats
While the girls played whatever games they knew to play.
No quitting on yer quit eh!
Join Date: Feb 2014
Location: Alberta, Canada
Posts: 3,875
In a month or so I get to put down my tools
And climb up into the tractor seat
Helping the neighbors put in the crops
A job that you just can't beat
From early morn to just past dark
You'll find me behind the steering wheel
Of a big John Deere tractor and Bourgault Air Drill
Just a seeding down the fields
This year will be different for me for sure
No Budweiser's at break time
But Arizona Iced Tea or Powerade
Will get me through the day just fine
It can get a bit boring with auto-steer
Technology has come a long way
Guiding 72 feet of drill down the field
Not even 1 inch does it stray!
Then Bubba (my wife's nickname) and Hank stop by
And he comes running across the rows
Happy to see me and checks out the rig
Round and round the equipment he goes
When I get back to the farm after my shift is done
They'll be waiting for me side by side
Looking out the RV window, watching the lane
The big smile on my face I can't hide
No matter how dark it is when I get home
Hank still wants his time for play
His tail going crazy, frisbee in mouth
Guess it's still not the end of my day
But as we play outside under the stars
Me and Bubba stand hand in hand
Watching Hank running to fetch his toy
Thanking God for our life and this land......
And climb up into the tractor seat
Helping the neighbors put in the crops
A job that you just can't beat
From early morn to just past dark
You'll find me behind the steering wheel
Of a big John Deere tractor and Bourgault Air Drill
Just a seeding down the fields
This year will be different for me for sure
No Budweiser's at break time
But Arizona Iced Tea or Powerade
Will get me through the day just fine
It can get a bit boring with auto-steer
Technology has come a long way
Guiding 72 feet of drill down the field
Not even 1 inch does it stray!
Then Bubba (my wife's nickname) and Hank stop by
And he comes running across the rows
Happy to see me and checks out the rig
Round and round the equipment he goes
When I get back to the farm after my shift is done
They'll be waiting for me side by side
Looking out the RV window, watching the lane
The big smile on my face I can't hide
No matter how dark it is when I get home
Hank still wants his time for play
His tail going crazy, frisbee in mouth
Guess it's still not the end of my day
But as we play outside under the stars
Me and Bubba stand hand in hand
Watching Hank running to fetch his toy
Thanking God for our life and this land......
Can hardly wait to be a farmer again lol!
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Join Date: Jul 2013
Location: Australia
Posts: 11,351
I rode a horse once up near Old Sheok Log
T'was early in the morn surrounded fy fog
I was only 8 years was a big thing for me
I was horse mad so said my auntie
It was a day I'll never forget
A mare all of white a beauty i bet
As i sat atop this huge regal mare
I blessed my Aunt for taking me there
It's a little girls dream to have a pony
Brush her and feed her to ride and be free
But having 8 siblings we grew up quite poor
It's memories like this which i so adore .
Thanks for the memories guys. X I've loved your horse poems
T'was early in the morn surrounded fy fog
I was only 8 years was a big thing for me
I was horse mad so said my auntie
It was a day I'll never forget
A mare all of white a beauty i bet
As i sat atop this huge regal mare
I blessed my Aunt for taking me there
It's a little girls dream to have a pony
Brush her and feed her to ride and be free
But having 8 siblings we grew up quite poor
It's memories like this which i so adore .
Thanks for the memories guys. X I've loved your horse poems
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Join Date: Jul 2013
Location: Poway, CA
Posts: 1,636
It started with the Clock Change (U.S.)
My thoughts were icky and strange
If it wasn't this, and it wasn't that
On what concern could I hang my hat?
In the Doctor's office, so kind is he?
With the Counselor who has stuck by me?
The Nurse with her smile really is baffeled by me,
I seem to want her instructions you see
But forget and the Big Brother shows
My poor integrity (in her eyes)
Does she not know the struggle I've had
The pity pots I've carried would make her sad
There is a solution to my lack of direction
Checking this and that and, voila a Collection
Of Limerick friends so eloquent and real
There are many lines I think to steal
No, I'll take my pity pots, they're special to me
Oh so effective. at least seem to be, aren't they for thee?
To be dumped and cleaned for next year you see
The strangeness to be back, the clocks change again
But this is now and that is then
Just chipper more now thinking of thee
My Limerick friends who understand me
You're on my mind both night and day
To you all, let's make this a day to cheer
For all we have is today, not tomorrow or next year.
Phew, that's a good thing or I would be
More off my rocker than even I do see!!!!
My thoughts were icky and strange
If it wasn't this, and it wasn't that
On what concern could I hang my hat?
In the Doctor's office, so kind is he?
With the Counselor who has stuck by me?
The Nurse with her smile really is baffeled by me,
I seem to want her instructions you see
But forget and the Big Brother shows
My poor integrity (in her eyes)
Does she not know the struggle I've had
The pity pots I've carried would make her sad
There is a solution to my lack of direction
Checking this and that and, voila a Collection
Of Limerick friends so eloquent and real
There are many lines I think to steal
No, I'll take my pity pots, they're special to me
Oh so effective. at least seem to be, aren't they for thee?
To be dumped and cleaned for next year you see
The strangeness to be back, the clocks change again
But this is now and that is then
Just chipper more now thinking of thee
My Limerick friends who understand me
You're on my mind both night and day
To you all, let's make this a day to cheer
For all we have is today, not tomorrow or next year.
Phew, that's a good thing or I would be
More off my rocker than even I do see!!!!
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Join Date: Aug 2013
Location: Oregon
Posts: 4,252
Ipanema, I'm sorry you're "icky"
Feelings like that can be very tricky
Cause icky can mean many things
Is it your body hurting with aching hot pain?
Is your mind crying out "my gosh, I'm not sane"!?
Or perhaps you've broken both of your wings?
So you're whirling in circles unable to find
A place to take a quiet stand
Without you heart being wrapped in a bind
Your head feeling buried in sand.
Take some deep breaths and things will be better
Just let your chest expand
This poem, you see, is meant as a letter
To let you know you're heard.
Ippie, I hope you feel better soon. I'm taking care of my big Labrador who cut her leg badly yesterday on some barbed wire. She is sitting on her pillow like a queen with her bright pink bandage. I love to pet my animals. It calms me when I'm upset or nervous.
Feelings like that can be very tricky
Cause icky can mean many things
Is it your body hurting with aching hot pain?
Is your mind crying out "my gosh, I'm not sane"!?
Or perhaps you've broken both of your wings?
So you're whirling in circles unable to find
A place to take a quiet stand
Without you heart being wrapped in a bind
Your head feeling buried in sand.
Take some deep breaths and things will be better
Just let your chest expand
This poem, you see, is meant as a letter
To let you know you're heard.
Ippie, I hope you feel better soon. I'm taking care of my big Labrador who cut her leg badly yesterday on some barbed wire. She is sitting on her pillow like a queen with her bright pink bandage. I love to pet my animals. It calms me when I'm upset or nervous.
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Join Date: Apr 2013
Posts: 5,439
Last night I went for a jog
Hoping to look less like a hog
While I like a long walk
At jogging I do balk
I'd like to get in better shape
To become a fit little ape
Although I do allow
I don't do that bad now
I walk each night to move my ass
And sometimes go to yoga class
Do some pushups now and again
Now this poem is at it's end
Hoping to look less like a hog
While I like a long walk
At jogging I do balk
I'd like to get in better shape
To become a fit little ape
Although I do allow
I don't do that bad now
I walk each night to move my ass
And sometimes go to yoga class
Do some pushups now and again
Now this poem is at it's end
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