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The Ballad of Your Loss

The October sky is crying,
   Pelting the ground with tears.
Remembering the days of yore,
   Of when…you was happily here.

The October winds are lonely,
   They can no longer caress your face.
They grope and moan across the prairie,
   Yearning…your warm embrace.

When you left us that August,
   Your departure was too stout.
You used to flood us with presence,
   But now there is a drought. 

As the sky keeps on turning,
   I miss you more each day.
As my heart keeps on beating,
I dedicate to you…my everyday.
   
You will always be the neighbor,
   That never turned an eye.
And I will never forget the day,
   You entered that Autumn sky.

And when I dream of you,
   My soul seems to turn and toss.
For in my heart…will always play,
   The ballad of your loss.

Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2010

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Ballad Of A Desperado

...inspired by the Robert Earl Keen Jr song 
   'The Road Goes On Forever'


Flying high thru south west Texas
black Camaro's leaking oil,
radiator needs attention,
sputtering, it starts to boil.

Up ahead a service station,
got to get attention quick,
a fast mechanic and a twelve pack,
cigs and chew will do the trick.

Curt's his name, his disposition,
mean, and dangerous to boot,
he robbed a bank in Amarillo,
teller there he had to shoot.

He doesn't know the teller made it,
thinks he's headed for the Chair,
guns the Chevy, checks the rear view,
blows a tire and fits the spare.

Evening comes, it starts to raining,
visibility is bad,
seven beers, he feels some comfort,
wildest time he's ever had!

Heading southward to the border,
up to speed, he's almost there,
no sign of lawmen in his mirror,
no restrictions anywhere.

North of Shafter there's a roadblock,
troopers out in full array,
he floors the pedal, doing ninety,
they're not gonna block his way!

He slams a cruiser at full measure,
they are stationed full three deep,
a fiery heap of molten metal,
none to grieve and none to weep.

Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2015

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Ballad of a Desperado


...inspired by the Robert Earl Keen Jr song 
   'The Road Goes On Forever'



Flyin' high thru south west Texas
black Camaro's leakin' oil,
radiator needs attention,
sputterin', it starts to boil.

Up ahead a service station,
gotta get attention quick,
a fast mechanic and a twelve pack,
cigs and chew will do the trick.

Curt's his name, his disposition,
mean, and dangerous to boot,
he robbed a bank in Amarillo,
teller there he had to shoot.

He doesn't know the teller made it,
thinks he's headed for the Chair,
guns the Chevy, checks the rearview,
blows a tire and fits the spare.

Evenin' comes, it starts to rainin',
visibility is bad,
seven beers, he feels some comfort,
wildest time he's ever had!

Heading southward to the border,
up to speed, he's almost there,
no sign of lawmen in his mirror,
no restrictions anywhere.

North of Shafter there's a roadblock,
troopers out in full array,
he floors the pedal, doin' ninety,
they're not gonna block his way!

He slams a cruiser at full measure,
they are stationed full three deep,
a fiery heap of molten metal,
none to grieve and none to weep.

Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2012

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Ballad Of A Desperado



...inspired by the Robert Earl Keen Jr song 
   'The Road Goes On Forever'



Flying high thru south west Texas
black Camaro's leaking oil,
radiator needs attention,
sputtering, it starts to boil.

Up ahead a service station,
got to get attention quick,
a fast mechanic and a twelve pack,
smokes and chew will do the trick.

Curt's his name, his disposition,
mean, and dangerous to boot,
he robbed a bank in Amarillo,
teller there he had to shoot.

He doesn't know the teller made it,
thinks he's headed for the Chair,
guns the Chevy, checks the rear view,
blows a tire and fits the spare.

Evening comes, it starts to raining,
visibility is bad,
seven beers, he feels some comfort,
wildest time he's ever had!

Heading southward to the border,
up to speed, he's almost there,
no sign of lawmen in his mirror,
no restrictions anywhere.

North of Shafter there's a roadblock,
troopers out in full array,
he floors the pedal, doing ninety,
they're not gonna block his way!

He slams a cruiser at full measure,
they are stationed full three deep,
a fiery heap of molten metal,
none to grieve and none to weep.

Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016

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The Ballad Of Rithee Rithwando

Oh, I'm Rithee Rithwando
And I live in a condo
On a beach called Redondo
With a girl who's bleach blondo.

And we practice Tae Kwon Do
As we're singing in Rondo
With Don Hector Elizondo
Whom we're very, very fondo.

And he once asked me, "Cuando
"Can you post bail bondo,
"For I'm stuck in Orlondo
"And I cannot abscondo."

"When you give me your Hondo
"Whose top speed is beyondo,"
So sez I to Hectorondo
From the sands of blue Redondo.

"Oye! Not for il mondo
"Or el mejor magic wando
"Would I give you my Hondo,"
Replied Mister Elizondo.

"See you next year,"  I told him.

Copyright © Roderick Molasar | Year Posted 2015

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Ballad Of A Desperado

...inspired by the Robert Earl Keen Jr song 
   'The Road Goes On Forever'


Flyin' high thru south west Texas
black Camaro's leakin' oil,
radiator needs attention,
sputterin', it starts to boil.

Up ahead a service station,
gotta get attention quick,
a fast mechanic and a twelve pack,
cigs and chew will do the trick.

Curt's his name, his disposition,
mean, and dangerous to boot,
he robbed a bank in Amarillo,
teller there he had to shoot.

He doesn't know the teller made it,
thinks he's headed for the Chair,
guns the Chevy, checks the rearview,
blows a tire and fits the spare.

Evenin' comes, it starts to rainin',
visibility is bad,
seven beers, he feels some comfort,
wildest time he's ever had!

Heading southward to the border,
up to speed, he's almost there,
no sign of lawmen in his mirror,
no restrictions anywhere.

North of Shafter there's a roadblock,
troopers out in full array,
he floors the pedal, doin' ninety,
they're not gonna block his way!

He slams a cruiser at full measure,
they are stationed full three deep,
a fiery heap of molten metal,
none to grieve and none to weep.

Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016

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Ballad Of A Desperado

...inspired by the Robert Earl Keen Jr song 
   'The Road Goes On Forever'


Flyin' high thru south west Texas
black Camaro's leakin' oil,
radiator needs attention,
sputterin', it starts to boil.

Up ahead a service station,
gotta get attention quick,
a fast mechanic and a twelve pack,
cigs and chew will do the trick.

Curt's his name, his disposition,
mean, and dangerous to boot,
he robbed a bank in Amarillo,
teller there he had to shoot.

He doesn't know the teller made it,
thinks he's headed for the Chair,
guns the Chevy, checks the rearview,
blows a tire and fits the spare.

Evenin' comes, it starts to rainin',
visibility is bad,
seven beers, he feels some comfort,
wildest time he's ever had!

Heading southward to the border,
up to speed, he's almost there,
no sign of lawmen in his mirror,
no restrictions anywhere.

North of Shafter there's a roadblock,
troopers out in full array,
he floors the pedal, doin' ninety,
they're not gonna block his way!

He slams a cruiser at full measure,
they are stationed full three deep,
a fiery heap of molten metal,
none to grieve and none to weep.

Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2009

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The Ballad of Billy and Sue

        Our sentimental classics give us romances of old.    
        Please listen now as I recite the classic plot retold.

	The Ballad of Billy and Sue

        It all began some years ago
        Before they'd even met.
        When Dad and Dad shook business hands,
        Their destiny was set.

        Through school and college, each heard preached,
        "I'm growing tired and old.
        We welcome sharp young minds like yours
        With ideas fresh and bold."

        The years brought long, demanding days
        And signatures in pairs.
        They met, through work, the same success
        And matching joys and cares.

        For two to be so much alike
        Is really very rare.
        Their daddies said they fell in love,
        But they seemed unaware!

        Then all around--friends, family,
        Associates--gushed, "Oh, yes!
        They truly are a perfect pair."
        They even pleased the press.

        And so the groom and blushing bride
        Were soon to take their place.
        They went to church and said their vows
        In tux and virgin's lace.

        For kindred souls to separate
        would be a horrid blunder.
        What wealth and daddies' power have joined
        let not man put asunder!

entered in Sara Kendrick's Pink Dominoes Contest July 13, 2016

Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016