The Collected Verse of TBV

By popular demand, I bring you ... a thread for the creative works of TBV 

This is the place for all the wonderful poems, verses and creative writing which are scattered throughout the forum and sadly get lost, or which have nowhere else to go.

And we're not just limited to rhyming verse and poems – Creative prose is welcome (yes, that means those random off-topic stories from Freefall), as well as pithy observations of life (a la Second Chance).

We also hope to attract Shammy's musings on Aussies. Some of you may not know that Shammy has been assimilating via our tipping comps, and he's proven a most enthusiastic student, ably mentored by furious and Freefall (yes, I know, the latter is questionable but at least he's getting a broad education). Shammy could be our Mark Twain, though hopefully we don't turn him into a penniless alcoholic with syphilis ...

So, please contribute! Any topic. It's open mic.

The stage is yours!

And from the Brumby thread:

A LightHorsemens lament  ?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

Up in the snowy mountain high plains and far beyond,

Where brumbies once thundered, fearless and strong,

The legacy of the bush, forged in sweat and dust,

Is fading beneath the thump of blades and lawmen’s musk.

The walers of Beersheba, with their gallant digger load,

Once raced the blazing desert, their loyalty bestowed,

Now hunted from the heavens, their story nearly told,

Their hoofbeats dying softly on a land gone cold.

Choppers circle ruthless, raining steel and fate,

Erasing living legends for a future pale and straight.

Left to the scavengers—dogs turned wild and lean,

Feral cats, wild pigs, and others unseen.

Where once they grazed with sunlight in mane,

Now silence settles heavy across the vast snowy plain.

The ghosts of Light Horse heroes drift on evening winds—

We mourn the brumbies' passing, as another chapter ends.

Up in the snowy mountain high plains, beyond the reaches of town,

The brumbies did roam—a living link to legends handed down.

But now the Parks descend with rotors beating bitter air,

And rain a hail of bullets—ancient dreams laid bare.

These are the bush Anzacs’ heirs, the Beersheba mounts of old,

The Waler horses, sturdy, and bold—from NSW’s rugged fold.

They bore our Light Horse diggers in the swirling desert sand,

Now left for dead in silence, on their mother country’s land.

For the brumby, once a legend, now is hunted, left to lie,

The carcass feeds the pariahs—dogs gone wild,

Feral cats and boars maraud where once the thunder rolled—

A legacy unravelled, as the High country night grows cold.

So spare a thought, Australia, for the brumby ghosts at dusk,

Their memory gallops on the wind, through icy gums and musk.

We mourn them in the evening swell, their hoofbeats fading fast—

A thread of bush and Anzac pride, snuffed by the shadow cast

Thank you Ponies for a great idea and have thought Take2's poems need their own space as they are very special.

My silly verse was in the TBV team thread, and just a bit of fun, to the tune (sometimes) to Gumtrees! with special mention to those in the comp thread.

Team Anthem..

I've been on the PC once or twice or many more
I've seen a lot of websites that have opened up a door
when people ask which one I like to go back to for some fun
I tell them right away...

Chorus
Give me a chair in front of TV
The Thoroughbred Village
A Comp or two ,good advice from a few
Some horses out the back and punters havin' a crack
That's where I like to go.....

Some members are outrageous
& Whale can make a splash
Sometimes we have to Slowdown
to see who's won a race
Some horses  - yes and people
They need a Second Chance,
That's why we all come back...

Chorus

There are some here from Foriegn shores,
One like a singer from way back
His name is Shammy Davis, but can he hold a note?
Then there is Acacia,  who loves to share Joke
A smile for every taste.

Chorus

Some people are just Passing through,
And are welcome to drop by, opinions,
views and humour is what is shared about.
One's been here forever, a Stayer through and through.
And many just like him.

On Saturdays we watch the box
Brave Ponies keeping beat
She doesn't let Freefall get away with much you know!
The scoring makes us Dizzy & Afros makes his cut
The description of the battle is what we like the most.

Chorus

Furious - the leader of the racing comp
her name it sounds so angry, her manner full of love
Oneonesits at the front with suggestions for the team
& marvels at Marble.

Chorus

There is Gay3 at the helm, her job it is quite tough,
To keep this mob in toe, and a football she can throw!
So there's many names not mentioned here.,
feel free to have a go,
It's just a bit of fun....

In awe of you all. 

That’s Springsteen 

Don’t you start making me think of the meaning of the universe.

The only faith I’ve seen that almost fits my way of living is Buddhism. Not quite but almost.