The Brawl

Snapped down shirts, scuffed up boots
Puffing larger than life chests
Dime-store pokes, showing colors
Peacock struts and sailor jokes
Twangs from the jukebox
Begging for two-steps
Cheap draws flowing
Cue sticks chalked and
Propped on end.
Balls on the felt waiting to roll in corners
A quick spit, one more shot of Crow
Then eyeing, sizing, and circling like
Brigands in the woods,
Angling the bank, then with a bend
And swift slide of stick-
One stripe in the pocket
Quick tilt of hat, a strut and swell
Another snap-click and cue ball falls
Side glance and a snort
One quick shove and the gloves are off
Suds, fists, and blood
Well hell... Another good night ends with
"Last call for alcohol!"

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Robert Heemstra

Date: 3/12/2016 3:23:00 AM

Nothing like those bar brawls before last call!

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 3/10/2016 1:41:00 PM

Dang,, Welcome to Poetry soup, I hope you enjoy the community. Here, you will find friendly poets who enjoy supporting one another. I myself, enjoy reading and commenting those who want to be read. The only time I give constructive criticism is when a poet desires it. However, if for some reason the poem is not my field I will guide you to someone who is more qualified than I. Stop by and read one of my poems if you like. My poems are not perfect, but I have a feeling you might like one. I encourage you to check out the contest page and read to receive comments. Tell me a little about your poetic skills if you like. It will be my pleasure to follow and read every poem you post from here on :) We are Lucky To Have you. Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@

Dana Young
Date: 3/10/2016 2:16:00 PM

Thanks so much Linda. I appreciate that.