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Though his racing days are over
on the marsh he'll gently graze
where he'll spend his last remaining years
sharing all his days
with herons, skylarks, ducks and geese
from a racing life to utter peace

Small children come and feed him hay
and Suzy grooms him every day
a soft brown horse with gentle eyes
resting underneath the skies
that follow the marsh down to the sea
retirement, peace, tranquility

poem by Gill Moore
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The Race Of Standing Still

I'm racing racing towards it
Like when I was a small boy
Cutting through a waving field
Decorated by summer sunlight
Unable to remember
Unable to forget
Unable yet at peace
Unable yet scared
I'm racing racing towards it with fear and excitement
They seem unseperable
They seem so far apart
They are my close friends
They are my very ghosts
I'm racing towards it
Holding perfectly still
In the race of standing still

song performed by by Zao from Zao
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Let me keep watch

Let me keep watch
Over your body when
You are resting in peace.
Let me sacrifice
My meditation to you
When you are resting in peace
Let me protect your body
From rotting
When you are resting in peace.
Let me protect your memories
And dreamless dreams
When you are resting in peace.
Let me plant a fruit tree
Above you that I may still eat
When you are resting in peace.
Let me storm the gates of heaven
When you are resting in peace.
Let me give you oblation
Of our experience
When you are resting in peace.
Let me breathe for you
When you are resting in peace.
Let me douse the fires of hell
When you are resting in peace.
Let me glorify your name
When you are resting in peace.
Let me be your counterpoint
When you are resting in peace.
Let me overcome the light
When you are resting in peace.
Let me touch your organs
When you are resting in peace.
Let me drink your water
When you are resting in peace.
Let me describe your bones
When you are resting in peace.
Let me dream your dreams
When you are resting in peace.

poem by David E. Patton
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Down At The Marsh

Down at the marsh
weavers rock up and down,
down at the marsh
your lips are soft against mine
when a big dog barks far away
and your right knee has lost some skin
down at the marsh.

poem by Gert Strydom
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At the salt march

When the wind is adrift
not a pebble of sand is stirring
at the salt marsh vapours lift

snipes, sandpipers, curlews run
racing out before you
as brown grey spots in the early morning sun,

the flat stretches of sand glisten shining
waves ripple in gently from the sea
in the distance a ship’s horn is whining

and sea and sky meets at the horizon,
seagulls fill the air in screeching flocks
while some fly on and on until they are gone.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Vic and Vo

When one remembers Vo Rogue the famous race horse one remembers his trainer Victory Rail
For they were great together and they never seemed to fail
To give value for money Vo Rogue the gallant bay
Was a champion on pace galloper who often led all of the way

The mighty weight for age horse who galloped without shoes
He won many group races and was seldom seen to lose
Well trained by the likeable Vic and ridden by Cyril Small
Their feats Australian racegoers forever will recall.

Not one bred in the purple and of an unfashionable breed
But when the starting gates flew open Vo bounded to the lead
An out and out front runner he did not need a racing plan
He galloped on relentlessly and 'twas beat him if you can.

Since Vo Rogue was a champion a decade has gone by
And on looking back those years have sped how time just seems to fly
He must be getting on in years and time has left him slow
And where he lives in retirement now I wouldn't even know

And as for Vic Rail well he died young a rare bug laid him low
He lost his last battle in life five or six years ago
Around the trainer and his horse a legend it did grow
And racing folk will long recall the feats of Vic and Vo.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Bullet From A Gun

I lived my life
Like a bullet from a gun
racing down a barrel
from an explosive past
Always smoke and fire and blast
Then I moved on

In my haste racing away
I'm concerned not who
I graze
All my days I came
crashing into, littered souls
What carnage, too

Once I left I was gone
awesome, strong
Hell-bent on ways
that destruction sent
Cold steel and
Hot lead

My nerves bled
and others too
Through your flesh and heart
I pierced
With never a thought
of mercy due

I lived my life
Like a bullet
from a gun
Cold, cold steel and
Red hot lead

poem by Midnights Voice
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On The Death Of Peter Hayes

You won't find any life around where his remains will lay
And words of praise won't bring him back his soul has gone away
And though he died young at fifty one suppose he had his day
And for flying in fast planes you might say there is a price to pay.

This morning I heard in the news how Peter Hayes did die
The light plane he and his mate David Noble were in just dropped out of the sky
Near Mildura in Victoria their end came suddenly
A cruel blow to the Horse Racing World and the Hayes family.

A brother to Hong Kong's leading trainer David and the late Colin Hayes eldest son
So much success in horse racing the Hayes family have won
Peter was Victoria's and South Australia's leading trainer and his passing leaves a void
In Horse Racing a household name he was known far and wide.

The Horse Racing World is in shock at the news of the death of Peter Hayes
And though the horse racing writers write the eulogies and heap upon him praise
You won't find any signs of life where his remains will lay
A shy and unconceited man his soul has gone away.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Its A Jungle Out There

(scream) I just gotta get away
Cant stand it
Children suffer every day
Tell me baby
Whats it for
Fighting daily
For the turf
Were still killing each other
In the name of the lord
Theres a brand new graffiti
With blood on the walls
Peace... are you that far away?
Now you can feel it
Other peoples pain
Love can heal it
Gentle as the rain
Oh, the united nations drag their feet on the floor
All they do is spend your money
They dont tell you what for
Peace... what price we have to pay
Peace... theres gotta be a better way
People tell me its useless to look for a way
I believe that tomorrow starts right here, today
Peace... are you that far away
Peace... theres gotta be a better way
Peace... are you that far away
Peace... theres gotta be a better way
Peace, peace
Theres gotta be a better way
Peace, peace oh oh oh peace

song performed by by Santana
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Finding Peace In A Beast

And the young boy laid down
Down in peace as it abounds
In the field where the peace is found
But this beast this peace it clouds
Today this beast stands amist his peace
But he wont blink in awe of the beast
With closed eyes and racing heart beats
He lies down in peace
And in his dreams the beast was gone out of the field

poem by Yewande Adedokun
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Sweet summer Days

Summer Days
The beginning of the vacation of that you laugh
Your freedom from the asylum of so called school
The time to have fun
The only time to enjoy life
The time to get everything together and plan things
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The United States where all the action happens
You let all you feeling out and explore them in private
You get use to new things and change
You get active and spend all your time with the ones you love
Planning trips and strengthening relationships
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Summer sun with its heat
All the hot shirtless guys with the sweaty shinny muscles
All the attractive slender busty women with there small bikinis
The rare occasional summer rains
The wind rustling threw your windows
The storms of lovely dark nightly gray skies
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The end of the year almost nearing
People coming together in harmony and peace
People conflicting with one another
Everyone becoming one and sharing a connection
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The politics all coming together
Peace by peace
Rulers and countries showing there colors
The world getting hotter in each situation
Old things becoming open and clear
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Sweet summer days
Full of luscious feelings and gatherings
Summer days with heat and cold
Both balancing out just for you
Your freedom and Vacation

poem by Marcellus Watts
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Days

- Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by David Bowie
Hold me tight
Keep me cool
Going mad
Don't know what to do
Do I need a friend?
Well I need one now
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
All I've done
I've done for me
All you gave
You gave for free
I gave nothing in return
And theres little left of me
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
With redeyed pain I'm knocking on your door again
My crazy brain in tangles pleading for your gentle voice
Those storms keep pounding through my faded heart
I'll play your sooth my sorry soul
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life

song performed by by David Bowie
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Egyptian Geese

Copper brown Egyptian geese are in the marsh,
they call from the plumed reeds
and they leave flat tracks in the clay
when they walk past in a small group
and I hear them from far of on the porch
when the pond resound with their voices
just their at the old sunken sloop
where I notice the sun shining on the water,
how they suddenly fly up and spread
as they avoid a dog that is running loose.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Love of Autumn Days

In soft autumn days
I play in the leaves
Spraying them high
Allowing them to filter
Through my stretched fingers
Yellow, orange, and red
Beauty within spread
Happiness in the cool air
Affording great wisps
Blowing in the breeze
Living a long life
Desiring days like these
Where peace and tranquility
Flow from beginning to end
Holding these memories
Deep in our minds
To frequently recall
The love of autumn days

poem by Russell Sivey
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Why Should I Cry For You?

Under the dog star sail
Over the reefs of moonshine
Under the skies of fall
North, north west, the stones of farve
Under the arctic fire
Over the seas of silence
Hauling on frozen ropes
For all my days remaining
But would north be true?
All colours bleed to red
Asleep on the oceans bed
Drifting on empty seas
For all my days remaining
But would north be true?
Why should i?
Why should I cry for you?
Dark angels follow me
Over a godless sea
Mountains of endless falling,
For all my days remaining,
What would be true?
Sometimes I see your face,
The stars seem to lose their place
Why must I think of you?
Why must i?
Why should i?
Why should I cry for you?
Why would you want me to?
And what would it mean to say,
That, i loved you in my fashion?
What would be true?
Why should i?
Why should I cry for you?

song performed by by Sting
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A Dead End

When racing motorbikes
around the Isle of Man
one must be aware
of deadly hairpin corners...

one does not see
until it is too late
to avoid or escape
a life racing out of line.

Many a great rider
has died an early death
racing rained, washed out, corners
‘the (sudden) dead don’t see’...

when never
going fast enough
until they have to stop
dead quick.

Attempting to get
a winner’s medal...

when racing the unforgiving
prestigious Isle of Man.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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All We Want Is Peace (Please)

Peace, Peace, Please,
Please, Peace, Please,

There’s something we should do
That’s not been done
Something we can win
That’s not been won
Something we can SHOUT OUT
To end all their brutal war games
We Want Peace

Case for war was fake,
Don’t let it fade
More lives can be saved
Got to be brave
Something we can shout out,
We want peace, and we want it right now
Talking is Free

All we want is Peace
All we need is Peace
All we ask is Peace, Please
Peace is all we want

All we crave is Peace
All we miss is Peace
All we lack is Peace
Peace is all we want

Something we can ask,
Before it’s blown
Something we can grow
Before it’s grown
Small green shoots of Peace
To educate next infancy
Believe me

All we want is Peace
All we crave is Peace
All we wish is Peace, please

Peace is all we ask
It’s not a big task
Believe me
It’s easy.

All we want is Peace, All we want is Peace,
All we need is Peace, All we need is Peace.
Peace is all we want,
Peace is all we want
Peace is all we need,
Peace is all we need………………

poem by Gordon David
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Peace In Paradise

I'm wondering why I spend my time alone.
My years with you.
They were my special years.
That's true!
I'd spend them all over again with you.
In peace! Peace in paradise..

My mind! It's traveling through space and time.
Every little thought of you.
I know was mine.
So true!
That's why I still think of you.
In peace! Peace in paradise.

Your loving ways, they still catch my eye.
One thought of you.
Could only make me cry.
For you!
That's why I want to spend my time with you..
In peace! Peace in paradise..

That's why I want to spend my time with you..
In peace! Peace in paradise..

Peace Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1986,2009..
ALL rights reserved..

poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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Outside a myriad of leaves begin to fall (rubiyat sonnet)

Outside a myriad of leaves begin to fall,
in yellow and brown, some are large and some are small
while old age sets in, days fade into oblivion
but it seems that I have not truly experience life at all.

Far too quickly the years wander by,
like nestles birds off they do fly
and life completely changes from what it was before
at times I laugh, play and cry

and then suddenly you do appear
bringing joy and peace where there was fear,
and it seems as if we are parts of a greater whole,
that the sun always rises beyond every tear

while like children we both do trust in a love
that nothing on this earth can remove.

poem by Gert Strydom
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The Once Mighty Bay

Fifteen years ago he could run as fast as the wind
The champion group 1 gelding of the thoroughbred kind
At the big City race tracks big races he won
The big bay in his prime was the Nation's number one
Racehorse and highest stakes winner and the one to beat
In his racing life he never tasted defeat
But in his retirement his face looking gray
A shadow of the horse he once was is the ageing big bay
In his younger years he was the Nation's pride
And to watch him race people came from places far and wide
But it has been awhile now since he was in his prime
And he is losing out to the father of time
And like every dog every race-horse has it's day
He can scarce raise a trot now the once mighty bay.

poem by Francis Duggan
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The Intimidator

He knew when he was a boy
that racing was his game
As he got better in his car
They knew he wouldn't be easy to tame

As his racing years went on
he became to many The Intimidator
In the hearts of many and his son
he soon became their main mentor

He is known today as a racing legend
because of his style and races won
We will all remember that fateful day
The Daytona 500, February 18,2001

His name is Dale Earnhardt
and if you ever saw him race
the one thing we will all remember
is his intimidating face

poem by Denise Girod
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