This Was to be My Day

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    This Was to be My Day




    Bright sunlight, moisture in the air, crowds cheering
    Mingling odors of beer, tequila, and wine
    Fill the tense atmosphere
    My day has arrived!!
    My black shining coat glistens in the sun
    I'm ready, ready for my debut
    Music from trumpets announce me
    A parade of lights in my honor
    I run through the gates
    My head high with pride, my body strong
    The crowd is yelling “"Ole" "Ole"
    Men come running, waving their capes
    Men on horses chasing me here and there
    I feel pain, piercing pain in my back,
    Why?
    Anger, hurt blinds my eyes
    I must stop them from hurting me
    More pain, poles sticking out of my neck
    Slowing me down, making me stumble
    I'm tired, weary and confused
    Here he comes, I must get him
    Dust is flying, blood is pouring
    The pain is unbearable
    They're running me in circles
    I fall to my knees, so tired so hurt
    He stands before me with his shining sword
    Why?
    This was to be MY day

    by Antoinette





    Bright sunlight, moisture in the air, crowds cheering
    Mingling odors of beer, tequila, and wine
    Fill the tense atmosphere
    My day has arrived!!
    My black shining coat glistens in the sun
    I'm ready, ready for my debut
    Music from trumpets announce me
    A parade of lights in my honor
    I run through the gates
    My head high with pride, my body strong
    The crowd is yelling “"Ole" "Ole"
    Men come running, waving their capes
    Men on horses chasing me here and there
    I feel pain, piercing pain in my back,
    Why?
    Anger, hurt blinds my eyes
    I must stop them from hurting me
    More pain, poles sticking out of my neck
    Slowing me down, making me stumble
    I'm tired, weary and confused
    Here he comes, I must get him
    Dust is flying, blood is pouring
    The pain is unbearable
    They're running me in circles
    I fall to my knees, so tired so hurt
    He stands before me with his shining sword
    Why?
    This was to be MY day

    by Antoinette



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    BD commented on This Was to be My Day

    07-22-2009

    Very interesting prospective, makes me wander if a bull, which would normally be very aggressive, would have the same unconditional love for a human as our canine friends?

    janetdawson commented on This Was to be My Day

    03-26-2009

    o wow

    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.

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