Heart

Heart

A Poem by Tate Morgan
"

In honor of my father Eddie who taught me to get back up.

"

My favorite horse and I Scarlet Message. He passed into memory a few months ago


The post parade complete at last

the bugle finally played

My heart pounded as it sounded

just get us home safe I prayed

That night was like many others

as I sat behind the stud

 Skies overcast, let loose at last

 each horse seemed to swim in mud

 

 

We turned to face the starting gate

I chirped to set him alight

All could tell as we knew too well

this was a hell of a night

Fire stoked in each the beasts nostrils

I could feel each burning breath

I knew too well, the hounds of hell

could take us both to our death

 

 

We followed the gate to the stretch

the wings closed to let us fly

I tucked him in, hoping he'd win

 and nothing would go awry

On back my neck breathed the Demon

 front-ender that I most feared

The Devils Spell I knew too well

one the gamblers all revered

 

 

Death rode the back of my helmet

his hot breath searing my neck

I’d rather he, be behind me

than in front and cause a wreck

The quarter pole bunched up tightly

the front end had closed ground

Tighter it got, man he was hot

he wanted to run me down

 

 

The hooves pitched limestone in our eyes

we closed on the second turn

At my wheels, nipping on my heels

the Demon began to burn

He wanted out that was certain

but the field had closed us in

I couldn’t see, neither could he

how either of us might win

 

 

The Demon wasn’t used to this

he had never been held back

He would burn wheels, kick up his heels

as he ran off down the track

I could hear his labored breathing

as his driver choked him down

The last turn steered, then we all cleared

it was time to go to town

 

 

The field rolled out of the end turn

as the Red Sea opened wide

My stud snatched his bit, in a fit

we were off for a wild ride

Just in front of the Demon Seed

I felt we'd surely collide

I turned to see, he was on me

as he rolled up alongside

 

 

But the fire had gone out in him

he had spit the bit the beast

He'd choked upon humility

or so it had seemed, at least

We had cleared the rest of the pack

stared down the Demon of Sin

To slip and slide on life’s rough ride

and come out the end to win

 

 

The Demon never won again

retired of a broken heart

I think all knew, as I did too

he would draw an Amish cart

But that’s just how one grows in life

all made at times to feel small

The best aren't mean, though they are seen

to get up, each time they fall

 




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In this video is one of the many wrecks I was in. At exactly 5 minutes of this video I was 3rd in this field. The 2nd horse stepped on his front shoe and fell. I ran over him dumping me on the track. 





© 2015 Tate Morgan



Author's Note

Tate Morgan
What forms the character of a man? Pride in oneself and the ability to accept defeat. It is not as important that a man win as it is that he accept his performance and try his best. Of course anyone who lacks humility will be humbled by rocky shores of life. With or without his permission. This a poem to honor my fathers life. For he was one who always got back up when he fell. A fitting testament to the creed he learned from his own father and then passed down to me.

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Bravo Tate, you've taken that life experience and brought it to life for your readers. The rhythm you chose echoes the hooves of those horses as they thunder along the straight, bringing the race alive, and into the living rooms of everyone who reads this. The only thing this lacks is punctuation, and the lack of this gives halt to the reading in a number of places.
One typo - 'The Demon wasn’t use(d) to this'
Thanks for a great ride...

Posted 5 Years Ago


7 of 7 people found this review constructive.




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An enjoyable read, Tate. You captured your story well in this well flowing poem. I think you hit your rhyme scheme very well. And your life's message you give us is strong. Well done.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Bravo Tate, you've taken that life experience and brought it to life for your readers. The rhythm you chose echoes the hooves of those horses as they thunder along the straight, bringing the race alive, and into the living rooms of everyone who reads this. The only thing this lacks is punctuation, and the lack of this gives halt to the reading in a number of places.
One typo - 'The Demon wasn’t use(d) to this'
Thanks for a great ride...

Posted 5 Years Ago


7 of 7 people found this review constructive.

"to slip and slide upon life’s ride
come out in the end to win
The best aren’t mean, though they are seen
to get back up when they fall"

As always Tate, you have created a masterpiece! I love this in every way; the moments of adrenalin grasping through the words to entice my heart to beat the same. A wonderful write, a wonderful memory...immortalized in verse. Bravo Tate!



Posted 5 Years Ago


Wow. Thought I recognized it. The style that is. Hint: He uses the same style Poe does.

I did enjoy the story and the imagery that burned itself into my brain. You"ve always had a touch of ambient emotion to your poetry. To me it wasn't just the race but the fact you"ve envoked the demons into this brought thoughts of the Devil went to Georgia.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

To be honest, when I opened it up randomly to see a poem on horse racing I did groan inwardly. But the limerick-like quality of each verse and the intensity of the narrative pulled me in and I found myself hanging on each word waiting for the conclusion. You did really well with this piece, but I'm sure you know that already.

Posted 5 Years Ago


I really enjoyed this poem. It was about racing, it was about life. And the rhyming scheme was perfect.

Posted 5 Years Ago



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