A Barrelracing Competion
My heart is racing,
It's almost time ,
I feel the pressure around me,
I'm next in line,
The pressure is stronger,
The pattern is set up,
My partner is ready,
I hear my name,
Then I hear them call my partner's,
It's time,
Here we Go...
Around the first,
Then the Second,
The third,
Now the homestretch,
The adrenaline rush,
The competition,
The wait.
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Ghost | 0 | 10/24/2011 |
| Love ...... ME | 1 | 02/04/2011 |
| Freak of Nature | 3 | 11/02/2010 |
| Finally Home | 2 | 08/08/2010 |
| Senseless | 2 | 07/23/2010 |
| Running Waters | 1 | 07/21/2010 |
| Dead and Gone | 0 | 07/31/2009 |
| Tumbling Down | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| Missing You | 1 | 05/25/2009 |
| The Horse's Spirit | 0 | 05/25/2009 |
| I Dream... | 0 | 05/25/2009 |
| When I'm With You | 0 | 05/25/2009 |
| A Barrelracing Competion | 0 | 05/25/2009 |
| Breaking Loose | 1 | 05/25/2009 |
| Been There | 0 | 05/24/2009 |
| Only You | 0 | 05/24/2009 |
| The Devil's Playground | 0 | 05/24/2009 |
| Love Me | 1 | 05/24/2009 |
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