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There's an event called A Day at the Races where poets go to the horse races and they each pick a horse name at random from each of the seven races and then use that name as a prompt for a poem. At the end of the day, we read out the 'winning' poem from each race and then whatever other poems we think turned out pretty good. It's a fun day.
This is poem 03 from race 03 and my horse's name was Silver Arrow.
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Silver Arrow
Cupid’s ordnance
Upgraded love silos
Passion SCUDs
Cruise missiles of lust
Machine-gun passing fancies
From the distended barrels
Welded to the arms
Or Borg-like babies
Hovering, cloaked and radar invisible
Right behind you
The collateral damage of love bombs
Making celebrities out of people
At the right time and place
But in special cases of true love
A special arrow is loaded
A silver arrow that can’t miss
Love is silver poisoning
That can end in bands of gold
Cupid aims for the eyes
Because love is blind
Silver on our eyelids
For the journey
True love kills the werewolf
And cupid takes aim at you
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This is poem 03 from race 03 and my horse's name was Silver Arrow.
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Silver Arrow
Cupid’s ordnance
Upgraded love silos
Passion SCUDs
Cruise missiles of lust
Machine-gun passing fancies
From the distended barrels
Welded to the arms
Or Borg-like babies
Hovering, cloaked and radar invisible
Right behind you
The collateral damage of love bombs
Making celebrities out of people
At the right time and place
But in special cases of true love
A special arrow is loaded
A silver arrow that can’t miss
Love is silver poisoning
That can end in bands of gold
Cupid aims for the eyes
Because love is blind
Silver on our eyelids
For the journey
True love kills the werewolf
And cupid takes aim at you
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