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TOP OF THE STRAIGHT

I remember when I was sitting at the top of the straight at one of Australia's top country tracks, watching the components of a race entail, the sight was sore as the barriers broke, the silk dug hard pushing for the folk, they found the bend and settled to turn, as the announcer rolled down off the paddock into the burn, she sat one two, three or four off the lead, the leader was singing giving them plenty, but she broke the mould that day she did, she turned for home without even a bid, she strode, she bowled, she even took to the bat, but the stumps were old, she even looked fat, this horse this horse of mine, she came within whiskers, she gave it her all and came up with blisters, the race was mine I had the ticket till she stopped at the fifty and left me with a biscuit - the day had been said that rolling with horses a hope that’s a dream which is given with steam on that there day when I found my old grey she was all that I had but she could never match me missus.

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TOP OF THE STRAIGHT by Craig Brian Peter Coyle
Horse Racing Poetry - Craig Brian Peter Coyle
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GREAT
THOROUGHBRED

The whip rolls off the hind of the great thoroughbred it strides towards the line as the jockeys do find the saddle sits bare with the stirrups up there and the crowds in kind make a noise hard to find the passion of the people the sounds on the track the thunderous hooves that makes you come back from pillar to post it has the most as money changes hands it's all about the man suits of all sizes adorn the crowd ladies in finery flashing all proud the drinks are a flowing the great game has got you going for the punters track side or at their local the win or the place your in the next race

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ALMOST NAKED

Almost naked a sight so rare your touch is soft I am there you take my hand I follow the path that grasps my heart when our eyes lock the whole world stops as we lay bare love is there

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left alone
to kill the clock
the incessant sounds
now i'm lost

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A path they do not know on white walls a reflection of the dark substance of fear a life engrossed

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Stars sought through twisted skies as eyes watch the night find light a galaxy right there beside me, i journey..

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She doesn’t see the wind like me as it takes its own path free from the pain of loss where she waits by the door until it gets dark they have forgotten about her the world only passes by on the clock she sees different faces but all of them lost day by day another memory gone

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There’s something missing
i don’t know what
i feel flat
like my soul is lost
the words you speak ignite my fuse
i turn away to feel the calm
the pain I see won’t go away
it’s everything
i can’t
don’t let me be the one who stops
i lay down
the world goes on..

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A bright spark flickers in the strength of darkness

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The way that i crave her for love attests without her i am motionless her breath her touch her sense benevolent our romance like leaves on the wind pure elegance

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Suicide an unpretentious take crying through untreated wounds knowing sunshine sounds of pain my cause has gone joy resides in all i own gardens that are left grow on impertinent as life has told

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Fifty bucks will get you fucked up street songs just another bong you don’t know the caution of the wrong’d life has another dimension freehold fuck you red ink now i’ll leave you telling how all the things i said i didn’t mean I love you man but I hate you all the same hands down light is seen from the shadows I’ll tell you what it means to me it’s what i need to be car park to car park three feet high i’m stepping down i lost my crown educated fool smoking sativa let’s see what your made of

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The waves are crashing down through the sands the sands moving always changing ever constantly the same the lights in the distance pushing the reflection the sun allowing the moon to breathe as the seconds find the hour time is lifeless the axis of time never pending the waves are crashing down

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