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martin Sep 2012
Bounty snatched and safely stashed
         Bare the yielded land
Fringed wilderness displays her wares
   Palms open outstretched hand

      Tawny millpond stubble seas
         are lifted wave by wave
  Mechanically exposed, tossed over
     Broken, pummeled flat again

     Cool the calm September days
     Winter clothes as yet we shun
Creeping through our summer weave
Dead men's fingers tell of what's to come
martin Aug 2012
.                  Bad news from doctor                 .
             won't make old bones after all
.                   All goes too quickly                    .
Have a memorial service to attend tomorrow.
martin Aug 2012
Over the years I've had a few tries
But it's not been a great success
Enthusiastic but lacking technique
Finishing up a bit of a mess

Now Brendon's out there, plying his trade
He's only twenty three
Done it at college, passed his grades
So he can do it properly

Earning the money, stashing away
To buy a place of his own
Sure he'll get there, for as they say
Where there's a will there will be a way

His girl is local, she does people's hair
He says in her head there's nothing but air
Calls her the missus, she's only eighteen
Like an old married couple to some they seem

She rides with him in his scruffy old van
She'd prefer a comfortable car
She wants to leave home as soon as she can
So likes to see him work hard

As the day ticks away we mardle
He knows an old flame of mine
I say yes, I know her quite well
But not seen her now for some time...

The grand design moves forward
We've had a laugh and a chat
All paid up, thanks for your help
In a month or so he'll be back
Not much of a contribution, but as you see I've been busy!
Mardle means chat, tell stories.

I met a young woman from Thirsk
And thought she was nice at first
But her teeth were all black
She answered me back
And she did nothing but curse
martin Aug 2012
You know that when we run
We go like hell
Not to be the straggler, it's in our nature
You can tell

Jockeyed up with colours bright
The tension mounting now
We spring out through the starting gate
Streaking past the crowd

Now it's all about the money
For those who placed their bets
For us the bit, the kick, the whip
To make us give our best

This time you've driven me too hard
A trip, a stumble, a broken leg
Too bad. A curtain round, the white coats come
Put a bullet in my head

No sense being sentimental
That's the way it is
C'est la vie, par for the course
In the life and the death
Of a working horse
Synchronised was one of two horses to die in the 2012 Grand National.
A jockey on average will have a horse die in one in every 200 or so races.
martin Aug 2012
-          Wheel turns full circle           -
       Don Quixote would approve
-          Windmills used again           -
martin Aug 2012
-         imagination              -
in a boundless mind endless
-          possibilities              -
martin Aug 2012
Races run
Medals won
Now before you go back across the sea
May I ask if you'll take some time
And come with me...

Let me say what's on my mind,
I find it hard to be too subtle
The sight of all that muscle
Turns my head I find...

I'm really thinking legacy
Specifically from  you  and me
I'm so glad we have connected
Could we perhaps play catch-up on the bits neglected...

We could take it nice and slow
Pop some corks, lights down low
Then dive into the midnight pool
Stir some genes around

Hell really, what's a girl to do
When her ideal partner's found?

I have this ticking bio clock
So will you fire me off the starting block?
This is what we could do-
Make olympic champion 2032
A panda said to his mate
Should we procreate?
She said relax my dear
Perhaps next year
You'll only get into a state
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