i
there are certainly more than seven seas
and far more than just seven sins to squeeze
out of one lifely life in the small world
it makes no sensely sense to me daisy
ii
and we have fools who get everything wrong
sea of greed in whom ignorance is strong
they know not pride nor wrath nor gluttony
the baltic is just water in a bong
iii
how was it so much finer yesterday
when nobody could count to eightly eight
and sins and seas were all the samely same
before the beauty of adverbs brought grace
iv
the moving hoof shall beat much morely more
and whence it stomps means it is boredly bored
with sinners and sailors and nincompoops
it shall be named the hoof that roarly roared
Saragun Springs 
Wonderful ♥️
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The hoofely hoof beats and having beat moves on – aw but it’s a weeny little hoof when all’s said and done and inherently cute – sorry Daisily Daisy dd
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Awww, you made the Hoofly Hoof blush. Or maybe she has dyed herself pink today. Hard to tell.
Thank you!
Leila
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Leila
As most good readers and writers of poetry know, the word poet originally means “maker.” Perhaps the most important thing that means is that the poet is the maker of meaning in a chaotic, often random-seeming world.
The Poet, and Poetry Readers, all see CONNECTIONS where the average person on the street or in the office or factory can only see disconnected randomness. Poets need to SEE first of all, and then they need to express their seeing in things with fancy names like SYMBOLS and METAPHORS, which are really about expressing (pointing out) all the connections and interconnections in life which are actually, truly, everywhere.
The well-known image of the butterfly who flaps her wings on the other side of the ocean and affects the breeze on the other side a world away is one example.
The Siberian Husky who looks like a lion as he stretches out in his nobility is another example.
The symbol of the Yin and Yang, with the black on one side and the white on the other and both of these interpenetrating with a dot of each other’s color in the middle is another example.
This poem (the rubaiyat of the billigits) is maximally loaded with the seeing and the saying of connections. The more connections that are seen and said in the fewest words equals the best poetry.
This is one thing that makes the poet HOMER such a lasting legacy. His similes, like “the wine-dark sea,” are everywhere and it makes the Iliad and the Odyssey leap out at their readers (now, and hearers then), as literally ALIVE and breathing.
One gets the sense that the rubaiyat of Dame Daisy are alive!! The Hoof is always moving, never stagnating or sitting still. Also, it makes it an immense joy to read, so thank you!
Dale
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Hi Dale
This Moving Hoof is again smoking at work. A heavy fog lifted and it is all blue skies, like for the billies.
Thank you!
Leila
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“out of one lifely life in the small world”
“sea of greed in whom ignorance is strong”
“and sins and seas were all the samely same”
“it shall be named the hoof that roarly roared”
FOUR GREAT LINES from today that announce a NEW VOICE in poetry and also remind of something like Bob Dylan’s mid-’60’s albums…since poetry is all about Connections, REAL connections….
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Again, The Moving Hoof blushes. One more this week then three next to make 100 quatrains. But it is the endless rubaiyat, so mile markers will come and go, come and go…heard Dylan “The Hurricane ” this morning for the first time in ages.
I know Boo is a poet. Husky poetry is what they are trying to tell us!
Leila
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Leila
Hurricane is a great song, a fiery narrative poem about the reality of the streets in America…Dylan knows nothing if he doesn’t know the streets, and he does know the streets….wild that a man was/is able to know the streets so well and also be friends with people in high places, including (in his case) even presidents, like Jimmy Carter…
Ballad of a Thin Man and Desolation Row are fantastically great Nonsense Literature! Edward Lear and Lewis Carroll wedded to rock and roll and modern folk music…
Thank you for knowing BOO is a poet…probably one reason why the name he chose for himself and carries so well means so many things, like “close one” in street slang, scary on Halloween, To Kill a Mockingbird (although Boo has never killed anything, he always draws back right before he gets to the squirrels), Bucephalus and probably a bunch of other stuff he knows about that I don’t…his fur is even longer, and much fluffier and softer than most Siberians…Most people don’t know how good these animals smell!! Their fur literally smells like perfume.
ONE HUNDRED QUATRAINS is a massive milestone to be applauded in awe by all Poetry Readers and Poets, neither of whom can ever exist without the other! And the fact that these/this will continue is worthy of the profuseness of great poets like H.D. or William Carlos Williams, two of the best of the best in English…always looking forward to more….Keep on rockin’ in the free world, as Neil (another great poet) so aptly puts it!
Dale
PS
“There’s colors on the street / red white and blue / people shuffling their feet / people sleeping in their shoes / there’s a warning sign on the road ahead / there’s a lotta people saying we’d be better off dead / don’t feel like Satan / but I am to them / so I try to forget it any way I can…” – Neil
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