#fair
Darkness loomed above,
My spirit soared swiftly,
Overcome, I drifted to sleep;
Awoken by an angel so profound,
Standing silently in my doorway,
The son returned from distant lands.
Face-to-face, we reconciled,
Our painful, vast divide finally closed.
And I, restored, was lifted high,
Touched by a heavenly presence, I sighed.
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 4:31 PM UTC
15 seconds in the OK corral
That’ll do wonders to improve the morale
Bronco Billy love to ride wild fillies
His first ride he had the Willie Nillies
He named her Tilly, she was wild and free
Was it possible could it be? He had to see
Billy had to catch and tame this beautiful dame
His achievements gave him his proud name
Until the day he realized he met his match
Wrangling Tilly Billy dealt with a rough patch
Tilly reared back and forth and gave him a ride.
Billy fell off the horse, but took it in stride.
In the hospital with black and blue bruised pride
Newfound respect Billy stayed by Tilly’s side
He remembers the lesson of the wild ride
He was too cocky for his own good,
He had a show in front of the neighborhood
Knocked down a peg or two animal respect grew
Old age gets us all we don’t get to choose to call
Lessons learned give new Cowboys their turn
Bronco Billy no longer sows his wild oats
He teaches children how to ride their first goat
their head high with a smile a mile wide
Anything worse doing do it with pride?
Bootlegged Bronco Billy had his last riding
GoldBuckle belt he took the change in stride
Billy stays on the ground with the rodeo clown
their clown face painted for a night on the town
you’ll never catch Bronco Billy wearing a frown.
He was a celebrated Hero the BEST in town
Now Rodeo in town country folk gather around
Ribbons to be won for the old and young
Quilts candles crafts are all honored traditions
Youth 4H program with parents permission
Weekends kids take a goat home yes often
We are searching for the goat that ROAMS
A quilt can last 100 years with perfection
If an error made expert eyes detection
Under the eyes of scrutiny without objection
Footnotes
I’ve won First Place ,Blue Ribbons several years for my original designs, decorative throws and Afghans ALSO chili cook-off Wimpy chili. My chili a combination between traditional chili and con Carne. Simple ingredients wins every time.
It’s more than just a ribbon. It’s vindication. You’ve mastered a craft and Yes bragging rights.
This poem is based on true events
This type of poem is called a SESTINA
(6) six line stanza 36 lines
Plus an ENVOY a three line ending 39 lines
Inspired Songs
1) A horse with no name
By America 1971
2) Wild horses, 1975
By The Rolling Stones
3) All the pretty little horses,( nursery rhyme) lullaby from 1819 many renditions through the years. The rendition Eye May 14, 2019.YouTube
This is a video with words and beautiful horse scenery greenery, wild horses
By SuzyBoggus
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 12:12 PM UTC
The desire to have our poem in the hierarchy
of the covenant first second and third spots
Ultimately, the top five for the month and
To rain Supreme the best poem of the year
A lofty goal all accolades voted by your peers
Achieving success is eupeptic
The shadow of your last win is where
Trepidation begins. Wanting to do it again,
Wanting more When is it enough?
Competition does not germinate commodity
Growing resentment divides in different ways
It starts off innocent yet bubbles festering inside
A little friendly competition never hurt anyone
But Do you give sparkles to your opponents?
Knowing that would put them ahead of you?
It’s different if you don’t have steak in the game
However, you must CHOOSE who to help WIN
It hurts Watching some of your best work
Crash and Burn near the bottom of the board
head held high chipped OFF my shoulder
Start again, I don’t write for the masses or do I
Dichotomy My fellow poets, I call friends
Green with envy licking wounds.mind turning
It sticks in my craw Who and Why do I write
Second-guessing my ability as a poet is hard
I know I’m not the only one that feels this way
Knocks me down a peg or two arrogant pride
Wild ride Difficult to accept Bruised EGO in tact
I eat humble pie why do I put myself through it?
It’s principles I write subjects that are taboo
Perhaps rather harsh if you really knew
When you’re reading it,it’s also reading you
I have a conviction Certain poems had to be said
Comment “you’re very brave saying it out loud”
I never gave any thought I just wrote it.
Sentiment out in the open, my Guff no longer full
First, I have to set my priorities in order
The strategy of winning a work of art
This poem is a Sestina
(6) six line stanzas 36 lines
Plus a three line envoy
Total poem 39 lines
Footnotes
In College the use of idioms Faux paws were not acceptable poetry and look upon as bad form.
However these seem so apropos I couldn’t resist the little twist to make a point. Since we believe in anything goes, I decided to break the rule.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 3:22 AM UTC
Inheritance
By virtue of
Birth
Whoever said
life
Is fair
You’re not
Entitled
To anything
Unless
It is given
To you
Whoever said
Life
Is fair
Millennial children
Fists in the air
It’s not fair
At the top of their
lungs, they scream
Life is not what it seems
Rapacity acquisitiveness greed
Cheeky buggers succeed
Reparation until you bleed
I’ll take what is yours
I don’t care I’ll stand tall
I’ll watch your fall I want IT ALL
I want your land
What’s in your hand
Mountains ocean grains of sand
Why because I belong
What’s wrong is right?
What’s right is wrong?
Whoever said
Life
Is fair
I can protest everywhere
With one tweet Block the streets
A city in decline admits defeat
Loot pillage plunder
No wonder
No one fights back
Human locus descend
Bourgeoisie stores condemned
Relocate higher prices transcend
Beg Barrow Steal
I’m not making a deal
We’ll take it by force, of course
Whoever said
Life
Is fair
It’s a cold cruel world out there
Desensitized humanized no one cares
Humanity compassionless, blank stairs
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 9:48 PM UTC
I thought it was just me against you I found out that that wasn't true I heard you've been gathering up the troops that's what a guilty party would do I think I'll stand on my own, Thank You I don't have anything to prove You must feel threatened by me I shake your sense of false security You have to talk **** to everybody while I stand back cool and calmly You think that you have me scared but to do that I would have to care You think you have shown me how strong you can be but instead you've shown me you're cowardly
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 6:49 PM UTC
Standing at the
edge of the
room,
flashing your
eyes to every
inch,
you wait in
silence.
You whisper the
secrets one
desire;—
You make them
go blind;
Bind to
you;—
Till none
is left in
them.
Do you
hunger
sorrow,
joy for a
reason?
Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 6:38 AM UTC
‘It’s not fair’
A petulant cry
Familiar echoes
of hopelessness
“Life’s not fair, Lex.
but I didn’t birth a failure.
You’re gonna win.
No. matter. what.”
Some start ahead —
born on better tracks —
but that doesn’t mean
you can’t outrun them.
You just gotta try a little harder
and you’ll get there…
‘Faster, yes, faster’
‘Nearly-‘
You might have to step
on a few toes
to pass the others
but one day, I know,
you’ll reach them,
The People
at the top.
“But I don’t wanna hurt others Mama”
“Sometimes baby, that’s
what winning takes”
“I’m sorry Lex”
Our start lines
aren’t equal,
some are in different races
But Lex,
you’re going
to win.
Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 7:04 PM UTC
does love conquer all?
it’s a funny notion –
for all it ever taught me was defeat:
defeat so debilitating,
it borders on cruelty;
cruelty so brazen,
it borders on psychopathic;
it makes you feel like a man,
as it grips you by the *****
makes you feel like a pig,
while it humours your piety.
given a chance,
it would split you in half:
one half –
pulling punches;
the other half –
paralyzed by reproach;
you want to kick love
in the teeth;
you want to love love
with all your heart;
you want to do both –
and not lose your mind
at the same time.
you want to choke love’s
throbbing throat and
watch it gag on your
undying passion;
and when the war is over,
you’re left wondering –
‘was it even a fair figh—
— oh, right… that was never in the picture.’
so, i guess –
love does conquer all:
all that you are,
all that you’ll ever be,
and all that’s left of you.
Dec 29, 2024
Dec 29, 2024 at 1:29 AM UTC
With the passing of the years
The good disappears
Take inventory,
What's left for me?
Only nightmares and fears
Lies for the heart, mind and ears
Wasted light-years
A husk of a man appears
Drained from fighting through iron bars and chains with nothing but tears
The blind leading the blind
While the blind steers
Grinding through all the gears
With the numbing effect of false help from **** and beers
A deluge of judgment from peers
The worst kind of souvenirs
And yet still my heart peers
Looking for new frontiers
Maybe after the glue adheres
From past repairs
But I'm racing an end that nears
©2024
Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 4:07 AM UTC
Don't tell me that's it,
That vague speck over yonder
A classic rabbit food metaphor,
Dangling in my line of sight forever
A couple clicks past my ability to care
And six feet beneath every single nightmare
I sense it senses I'm past the point of repair
And headed nowhere
It mocks my thousand-yard stare
The hidden damage from trying to fight fair
Habitually a day late and a dollar short of the right fare
But you know what they say about fair
©2024
Sep 23, 2024
Sep 23, 2024 at 5:19 PM UTC
Who controls the ledger?
And can change an entry there?
Who controls the money?
And keeps the ledger fair?
For money is a ledger
And gets abused and hacked
By those who love control
And change what’s being tracked
Who controls the ledger?
And has kept it fair and true?
Retaining money’s value
Yes, who has done this, who?
Who controls the ledger?
We mortals will always stray
So let us use technology
For Bitcoin’s a better way
Bitcoin controls the ledger
No mortals can cheat or gain
And we can reach the fairness
No other ledger can attain
Apr 15, 2024
Apr 15, 2024 at 11:12 AM UTC
We are all hiding something aren't we?
Let's be fair
From the moment we wake and look in that mirror
We rush to change what we first see there
All we do is spin our little lies
**** in that gut,
Color that hair,
Twist off that wedding ring,
Pretend to not care
And why not?
What's the penalty?
What are the consequences, really?
All is forgiven when you start usin' the phrase
"I'm only human"
But what if the cruel hand of fate twists you into something different then what you've been?
Into that undesirable other
Who, if anyone, will forgive you then?
©2024
Jan 10, 2024
Jan 10, 2024 at 5:18 PM UTC
May this foolish boy let his mind wander,
O’er an impossible and pristine lake,
Pontificate beauty like no other,
So, my eyes can drink in all they can take.
I am sorry I don’t know you better,
Searing embodiment of Athena,
My motif isn’t even singular,
I have no motive in particular.
Just a call from my heart- so covetous,
I see your picture-perfect face light up,
Like bacons of fire, long since extinguished,
The smouldering ashes birth a phoenix.
Your perfect hair and the way that you stare,
Makes me wish that I was not here but there..
Aug 21, 2023
Aug 21, 2023 at 5:09 PM UTC
Atlas shrugged, and the world fell
In violence and despair
Thank God for the rise of Bitcoin
Equitable, fast, and fair
With Galt’s Gulch we take our stand
Our sovereignty to prepare
As Bitcoin keeps on winning
Equitable, fast, and fair
With cancel culture all around
Censoring what you share
Bitcoin is permissionless
Equitable, fast, and fair
With dollars losing value fast
Act smart and stay aware
Hold Bitcoin - based on scarcity
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To which nothing can compare
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The Alpha asset taking ground
For everyone, everywhere
Bitcoin’s here to save or spend
Equitable, fast, and fair
Aug 20, 2023
Aug 20, 2023 at 11:51 AM UTC
It is summer fair,
I hear it at home, passing --
me turn after turn.
Jul 19, 2023
Jul 19, 2023 at 3:55 AM UTC
You never said no,
I never got a clear yes,
Others came by
I said I would wait for you .
Then I waited long,
You kept me waiting,
I never got my answer .
I am still waiting after many years ,
You moved on while ago.
My life passed by without you,
You are now with somebody.
I am with somebody.
But I wanted to be with you.
Life is not fair .
Some people die without love.
Some people live wasting their love .
Apr 9, 2023
Apr 9, 2023 at 3:01 AM UTC
is it fair
for me to reach
for something i'll never be able touch
you.
i'm talking about you
Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 7:42 PM UTC
Das Leben ist schön, aber auch schwer,
für manche zu kurz, für andere nicht fair.
Wenn es anders kommt als man denkt,
da ist der eine schon mal gekränkt.
Der andre sieht es mit Begeisterung,
so hat das Leben für ihn noch Schwung.
Aber wenn ein Virus die ganze Welt befällt
und alles zerschellt - das geht ins Geld.
Dann ist auch unser Wohlstand schon bedroht,
und die Lebensqualität gerät in Not.
Regierungen versuchen uns zu schützen,
auch mit Finanzspritzen zu unterstützen,
aber die Spritzen in den Oberarm
sehen Leugner mit größtem Alarm.
Nun dachte man, die Welt hat sich vereint
und kämpft gegen den gemeinsamen Feind,
doch gibt es Leute mit denen kann man nicht reden,
sie können alles stets anders belegen.
Sie meinen, auf die da oben kann man nicht zählen,
deren Plan sei, ihnen die Freiheiten zu stehlen.
Dieses Misstrauen könnte uns leicht zerspalten,
dann wäre ein Bürgerkrieg kaum aufzuhalten.
Wie könnten Leugner ihre Angst verlieren,
damit sie endlich neues Vertrauen riskieren?
Wir sollten gute Beispiele setzen,
uns kümmern um den Ersten und den Letzten.
So entsteht ein guter Gemeinschaftssinn
für alle Ausgegrenzten ein Gewinn.
Ein respektvoller Umgang miteinander, der oft fehlt,
ist was zählt, so sehr zählt, zählt und zählt und zählt.
Jul 11, 2021
Jul 11, 2021 at 5:21 AM UTC
do you read my cowardly letters still
the pain in my fingers i felt
time spent to tell you the love i have
it's fair to say that i can't be away
unhealthy longing to hold you
i wish things were better
your wounds are closing up
i noticed it the other night
thank you for holding me
when you touch me
everything feels fine again
i hope i'm healing your head too
i can't stand to be away from you
Aug 17, 2021
Aug 17, 2021 at 2:50 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, the world turning inside out---no such thing as salted mint:)
like a wild hint
taste a glimpse of salted mint
tackle the caramel passions
cinnamon enchantment of imagines
no bit of lost roses
happiness in measured red doses
remain in the lavender's fair violet
to hesitate the sour act of deficit
to refuse the golden boil of the sun
bring a stop to the good from miscalculating the sum
-----ravenfeels
Jul 10, 2021
Jul 10, 2021 at 12:06 PM UTC
I take my pen
As i want to stand still
Applaud their pain
Everything is against their will
For their lives they had a plan.
Fearless
Being separated from their family
Look
how they're starving
Do they deserve?
Look
how they're suffocating
This isn't correct
Look
how they become homeless
Nobody wants to address this
This isn't fair.
They become more than hopeless
Snatching away their rights
Burying their dreams
Dreams of the innocent children.
Apr 18, 2021
Apr 18, 2021 at 7:30 AM UTC
I dare not look at my hands
Why not?
The screeching of my head is louder than the banging of pots and pans
You're afraid of your own thoughts?
I'm afraid of who lyes there
You're afraid of a simple man?
I never said my thoughts were fair
You're afraid of your hand
I sought out death and now I'm all but bones
I can't help but laugh, was this not your plan?
Refrain from throwing your sticks and stones
You intentionally ended your own lifespan
I unintentionally gave myself skeleton hands
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 2:35 PM UTC
Said the gull to the Helter Skelter:
‘Did you know, when the oak was felled
You would, one day, delight a girl
With raven eyes, who’d lost her way
And wound up starting fires?’
The gull went on:
‘Did you know, when the oak was cut
This wayward girl would grab your mat
To climb the stairs of our own prayers
To outshine all the spires?
And, did you know, when boards were made
A dusty offering to the lathe
You would, one day, tease out the sap,
The wildwood sap within her bones
Confounding all the liars?
So, you should know, when planks were bent
Twisted, slotted, primed and painted,
That this lost girl would one day jump
Up higher than high flyers.'
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 7:37 AM UTC
While walking through the tress one day
I stopped and wondered of life before
How little and close everything was to the core
And how precious words were to the say
Now it's lies that prevail
Truth is buried down below
Dreams die, just as rivers flow
But perhaps the worst is the ones we lose along the trail
Yes, I find many lost souls
My discoveries let them live, how they should be: FREE
For the old cliché, even the blind see
While the ones who stay, search for the loopholes
In reality we're all just trying to buy time
The ones who can't, say life's not fair
The others, well they don't really care
And me, Well I just do anything to make me feel fine
Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 9:39 PM UTC