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Bold one month old
Fast as a bolt of light
Colt don't do as hes told
Marches to the sound of
His own hoof
Hes a little aloof but the
Day will come when this
Colt of mine will be a
Fine horse.


Copyright 2011 John Yona

In the rage of the noonday sun,
In a suit of glittering light's He doe's come,
To face death,
To leave the crowd, with bated breath.

He stands erect and proud,
His name the aficionados shout out loud,
El Leon, El Leon, they cry,
And wonder if today, He will die.

The gate is open, the bull is out,
Six hundred kilos without a doubt,
El Toro spies the man,
It will kill Him if it can.

With graceful movements He swings His cape,
Leaving the crowd with mouths agape,
Though young in years,
This Matador has taken many ears.

El Toro moves in for a kill,
For the mob it is such a thrill,
It's horns pass within an inch,
And El Leon thought this would be a cinch.

The crowd does frown,
For El Leon is down,
But wait He rises,
And everyone surprises.

And now the ultimate thrill,
El Leon has decided, the kill,
El Toro face's the final part,
As the Matadors sword pierces his heart.

Ole, Ole, they shout,
Let the next bull out,
But first to the Matador,
The ears must go.

He was brave, He was strong,
The crowd moves forward as one,
El Leon, El Leon, they cry,
We know you will never die.


Steven Reeve

If it should be I grow frail and weak
And pain prevents my peaceful sleep.
Then you must do what must be done
When this last battle can't be won.

You will be sad, I understand.
Selfishness might stay your hand.
But on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship take the test.

We've had so many happy years
That what's to come can hold no fears.
You'd not want me to suffer, so
When the time comes, please let me go.

Take me where my need they'll tend.
Only--stay with me until the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me.
Until my eyes no longer see.

I know, in time, you too will see
It is a kindness that you do for me.
Although my tail it's last has waved,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.

Do not grieve it should be you.
Who must decide this thing to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years...
Don't let your heart hold any tears.

Don't think of him as gone away
his journey's just begun,
life holds so many facets
this earth is only one.

Just think of him as resting
from the sorrows and the tears,
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days and years.

Think of how he must be wishing
that we could know today,
how nothing but our sadness
can really go away.

And think of him as living
in the hearts of those he touched...
for nothing loved is ever lost
and he was loved so much.

Were you fooled by the moonlight
Shining ever so bright
I heard you singing away
In the middle of the night
Or were your breast with joy so swell
That the world just then you had to tell

BENJI IS MISSING


“Where has he gone, Oh! What can I do?”
My poor little Benji, is it really true?”
Poor Mrs Willis afraid for her friend,
Reports to the police she fears a sad end.

Still no Benji, as three days pass by
Stuck with the mystery the police don’t know why,
Benji is a dog, a Labrador of gold
He’s kind, good with children, and four years old.

“It’s not like him to just run away,”
Poor Mrs Willis has little else to say,
Constable Swift tells of her enquiries so far,
With two cops on the beat, and one in a car.

On the sixth day, Benji then reappears
Smothered with kisses and plenty of tears
Officer Smythe told of the time our friend had,
Just four streets away, and now he’s a dad.

“Oh! Benji my lad, what are we going to do,
You are a good boy, but I have missed you so too”,
Although he is a proud father to a litter of eight
No more will she let him beyond the front gate.

My blood burns
As I begin the hunt
My prey is swift and canny
Yet I have patience

Softly, I pad through the grass
I hear the scamper of feet
My pulse quickens
My prey is near

I sniff the air
Catching the scent
Swiftly, silently I lope
The grass parts without a sound

I pounce upon my prey
Jaws closing on the neck
Blood fills my mouth
I feel the last pulse

After my feast
I lay in the sun
Awaiting the next day
The next prey.

HOW I MISS YOU MY DEAR FRIEND
THE WAY YOU WOULD COME SIT ON MY SHOULDER
LISTEN TO ME
SOMETIMES TALK TO ME

I WOULD WATCH YOU WANTED NOTHING FROM ME NO NOTHING
YOU WHERE ALWAYS THERE FOR ME ,MY DAYS HAVE BEEN LONLEY SINCE YOUR PASSING
I MISS THE THINGS YOU WOULD TALK ABOUT

LITTLE THINGS THAT YOU WOULD DO
LIKE PLAYING WITH THE PENNIES AND THROW THEM ON THE FLOOR
THEN YOU WOULD FLY DOWN AND TRY TO COLLECT THEM ALL
THE WAY YOU TALKED AND PLAYED

WITH YOUR PLATIC PALS
TRYING TO FEED THEM WITH YOUR SEED
THIS WOULD ALL WAYS MAKE ME LAUGHT
THE WAY YOU TALK SO GOOD

I MISS YOU YOUR MY PAL
I WOULD LOVE YOU TO COME BACK
I NOW THIS CANNOT BE
SO REST IN PEACE MY SPECIAL PAL

Punishing holes in my soul like animal fire in my eyes and excitement running thru my veins i will conceive your body until it burns on fire like Bengal tiger here we go again dripping with sin and sinking those teeth in flipping those fins and ripping the hair to get to the meat sweeping you off your feet you cant retreat now take my hand down to the morbic sands and i will show you how it all began .....

It was the day of the national
A new horse was entered
A total outsider
1000 /1

Made of wood was he
His name was dobin
In fine livery was he
Oh so wooden was he
?
Painted in fine colors all painted propper
On top sat his rider
A carpenter was he
He built dobin from old crates

Scatterd in his garden he bolted glued dobin together
Well built was he sturdy
He was built but now power had he
his creature had an idea he borrowed his bike engine hi fitted
It inside dobin

Oh what power had he
O to 60 in 60
seconds had he
One problem he forgot the very first jump he arried at

His poor wooden horse wooden not jump
He was the last to jump
Poor old dobiin a faller at the first fence
He trotterd off head laid low and was not seen again