Best Attractions Poems
Sunlight sooths my heart
Warming my sweetest joy
Telling me to never depart
From the hope I deploy
Raindrops touch my soul
Filling me with a true glow
That no one could have stole
It is a fancy that I will always know
Moon and stars twinkle above
Ministering to my heart’s dreams
Showing me that there is love
Forever living inside my genes
Azure skies with clouds drifting
Whisper of serenity in great hymns
Showing the world that it’s gifted
With visions carried on angel’s wings
Hazy mist rises across the mountains
Past the peaks and gentle ridges
Displaying the beautiful surroundings
That only heaven shares such riches
Vivid arrays of fresh, blooming flowers
Call out to me from among the greenery
Beauty that welcomes afternoon showers
With all of the impulses of such scenery
God’s endless gifts speak of true attraction
Discovered in the natural world of this earth
Causing such devotion and inspirational reaction
That only our spirit can truly know its worth
Categories:
attractions, inspirational, mountains, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
All about me the butterflies feed and soar,
my heart flutters, my mind takes flight.
Every second electrons escape bondage, shed light—
this is how I would paint the day, flapping in joy,
instant by instant changing images, changing tune,
beckoning me beyond my world, afar, off on a flight
out of this world where we feel gravity full upon us
weighted by the actual, wedded to the world
until we realize, we are the element called imagination.
Categories:
attractions, butterfly, flying, image, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
ATTRACTIONS
in
enduring
wonderment
move
swiftly
sideways
a momentuous
moment
affecting
the
profound
wholeness
uplifting
sans
any
purpose
encompassed
&
enclosed
Categories:
attractions, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Spring Attractions
Twas every day upon the arbor
that a certain early bird eagerly sang.
Every day, as sun appeared, his audible
voice awakened bluebells…allowing this
opera house a song and sight of spring.
Always dreaming of Spring, along with
its serenading offspring; for ears to enjoy,
craving eyes to appreciate… feastings offered
with a daily entertainment value of sight and sound.
It was every day aside this arbor
Mother excitedly sat. Alongside her.
in silent anxiousness, sat always her angry cat,
awaiting the early bird…a lush angora.
All rights reserved @ Debra Squyres 2013
Written for: Consonant /Vowel sequence contest
Categories:
attractions, cat, spring, day,
Form:
Free verse
Continued From:
8. Catherine McCarty Part 2
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=195846
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Congratulations Billy
There was the usual exchange of foul words and light shoving around,
but then "Windy" rushed Billy and threw him down to the ground.
He sat on Billy's chest pinning his arms down to the floor.
He punched and smacked Billy's face. Each blow was more vicious than the one before.
Billy called upon all of his strength that he could possibly muster
and tried to work his 41 caliber out of his holster.
"That's enough Windy! You're killing the kid!" some concerned bar room patrons did roar.
A gunshot was heard. There wasn't a single spoken word
as Frank "Windy" Cahill rolled lifelessly to the floor.
Billy struggled to his feet. His bloodied face was so swollen he could barely see.
His smoking gun was still clenched in his shaking hand.
Congratulations Billy. Now look what you've done.
You've gone and killed your very first man.
Tales of this incident have been told far and wide from one extreme to the other,
such as the merciless killer kid who gunned down the helpless blacksmith
and then left the bar whistling without a care or bother,
but eye witnesses attest that the first version describes it best
and that the following quote seems most accurate and right.
"I never saw no killer. I saw a scared beat up boy run out of the cantina that night."
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To Continue Go To:
10. BTK Coming Attractions Part 2
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=195844
Categories:
attractions, cowboy-western, history
Form:
Rhyme
Dear Cupid, God of
desire & erotic love, next
time, please hit us both.
Categories:
attractions, 11th grade, desire, humor,
Form:
Senryu
Continued From:
11. BTK Coming Attractions Part 3
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=195843
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Billy the Kid's Great Escape (Continued)
Billy entered the outhouse closing the door behind him.
"Let's not take too long in there Kid," Bell said with a humorous grin.
While in the outhouse Billy managed to slip one of his hands out of his handcuff.
"You fall in there Kid," Bell laughed, "You've been in there long enough."
"I'm coming out now Bell," Billy said opening the door.
"Sorry I took so long Bell. I must have ate something bad for sure."
Deputy Bell then escorted Billy back to the jail cell.
Once inside, Billy spun around and smacked hard Deputy James Bell.
Bell lost his balance, dropped his rifle and was momentarily stunned.
"Hands Up Bell!," the Kid yelled. In his hand was a gun.
"Please don't do it Bell," Billy pleaded, but Bell tried to run.
The Kid had no choice but to do what had to be done.
He shot and killed Bell, then went for Ollinger's shotgun.
The Kid never found pleasure in killing, but Ollinger was indeed the exception.
Knowing that Ollinger heard the gunfire, Billy stood by the window
and waited for Ollinger to appear in the street down below.
One senior named Godfrey saw Bell fall dead down the stairs.
The moment probably gave Godfrey a few more grey hairs.
Ollinger ran out into the street as Godfrey screamed, "The Kid's killed Bell!"
Ollinger looked up into both barrels of his own shotgun and whispered,
"Now he's killed me as well."
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To Continue Go To:
13. BTK Coming Attractions Part 5
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=195839
Categories:
attractions, cowboy-western, historyhumorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Continued From:
10. BTK Coming Attractions Part 2
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=195844
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BILLY the Kid's Great Escape.
"Word has it you said that if we ever met again you'd kill me on the spot.
Well here I am Kid. Now's your chance. Show me what you've got.
It's a shame that you'll hang in another week or two,
because I'd love to be the one who gets to kill you.
I've got 16 silver dimes in each barrel of my shotgun.
I'd love to try them out on you, but I can't unless you run.
If I free you from those chains will you run for the door?
Oh by the way Kid, your Ma was one sweet loving whore.
I'll kill you before you hang Kid. That's a sure bet."
"Be careful Bob," said the Kid, "I'm not hung yet.
" Bob thrusted his shotgun hard into Billy's gut.
The Kid looked up at him in pain and said, "Now what?"
"Don't do it Bob," Bell said angrily, "or you'll be the one who'll hang for sure
for killing a man in cold blood who was chained helplessly to the floor.
It's time for the other prisoners to be escorted across the street to be fed.
The Kid's not going anywhere. He's chained to the floor by his bed.
Anyway, I took the prisoners last so now it's your turn.
Go and have yourself a beer and I'll stay here and guard the Kid until you return.
Bob Ollinger placed his shotgun into the gun rack.
Before he left he said to Billy, "I'll see you when I get back."
No one can say for sure if the above dialog ever truly took place.
One thing's for sure. Ollinger tormented Billy at a merciless endless pace.
They were arch enemies who fought against each other during the Lincoln County War.
Ollinger was in the posse that killed John Tunstall, Billy's employer, friend and mentor.
"I have to use the outhouse Bell," Billy said to the deputy.
Bell kept his rifle trained on Billy as he tossed him the key.
Billy unlocked the chains that kept him bound to the floor.
Still in handcuffs and leg irons, Bell escorted Billy out the door.
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12. BTK Coming Attractions Part 4
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=195841
Categories:
attractions, cowboy-western, historylove, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Continued From:
9. BTK Coming Attractions
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=195845
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Billy
There are guns all over the country aiming at you.
There's a lawman on your trail who'd love to surround you.
Bounty hunters are encroaching all around you.
Billy they're just never going to let you be.
It seems that there's always some stranger sneaking glances.
Could he be some trigger happy fool willing to take chances?
Having a price on your head brings many threatening advances.
Billy, you're not in jail but you're still not free.
You're enemies and politicians want you to be put down,
so they've hired Mr Garrett to go and hunt you down.
He says he'll either bring you back alive or put you in the ground.
Billy, you're always going to be on the run.
Everyone says that Pat Garrett has your number.
So sleep with one eye open when you slumber.
Every little sound you hear could end up being thunder.
Thunder from the barrel of his gun.
Looking over your shoulder from sunrise to sundown.
Never being able to take root somewhere and settle down.
Billy it must make you feel even more low down
to be hunted by the man who was your friend.
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I often wondered what thoughts and feelings were going on in his head
as he stood staring out the window next to his bed
watching the gallows being built meant to be his deathbed.
One can't help but wonder what was going on in the Kid's head.
Did he know at that time that his hanging would never come to be?
Did he know that before night fall, he'd once again be free?
Whatever his thoughts and feelings, they were interrupted rudely
by Deputy Bob Ollinger, one of his guards while in custody.
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To Continue Go To:
11. BTK Coming Attractions Part 3
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=195843
Categories:
attractions, cowboy-western, history
Form:
Rhyme
Continued From:
13. BTK Coming Attractions Part 5
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=195839
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Truly A Kid
BILLY the Kid was truly a kid when found in the company of children.
Many children of his day would go on to say
how much they wished their playtime with him would never end.
Good Guy / Bad Guy were one of the games Billy would play with the children in town.
"Bang! Bang! You're dead Billy!"
Billy would then grab hold of his chest and comically fall down to the ground.
Salsa Bocca recalls her playtime spent with her playmate Billy Bonney.
"He used to bounce me on his knee for what seemed like hours as if I were riding a pony."
The following story might not be true but I'll still share it with you
because it certainly fits Billy's profile.
This young boy in dismay kept following Billy all day.
Wherever Billy went he was followed by this star struck child.
"Do you know who I am?" Billy asked the young lad.
The child simply nodded, "Yes" was all that he said.
Billy took off his hat, dusted it off and placed it on the young boy's head.
The innocent young child was overjoyed and smiled
and then this is what Billy said and did.
"If anyone ever asks you who gave you that hat,
you tell them you got it from Billy, the Kid."
Billy was also very respectful of the elderly
and very sympathetic towards they who were poor.
Many times he would extend acts of kindness towards them.
He was a true philanthropist at heart to be sure.
The newspapers portrayed him as this dangerous desperado,
someone to be hated and feared and appalled,
but to all of the residents of Fort Sumner, New Mexico
Billy was very fondly adored by all.
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To Continue Go To:
15. A Short And Violent Life Ends. A Legend Begins.
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=195837
Categories:
attractions, cowboy-western, historychild, children,
Form:
Rhyme
Continued From:
12. BTK Coming Attractions Part 4
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=195841
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Billy the Kid's Great Escape (Conclusion)
"Hello Bob!," Billy called out with a song in his heart
just prior to blowing Bob Ollinger apart.
He blasted both barrels into Ollinger's chest and face.
Pieces of old Bob lay scattered all over the place.
Billy smashed his shotgun in two, threw it at him but missed.
"You'll never rifle me again," he screamed,
"you son of a female dog that rhymes with witch!"
{Sorry. Poetry Soup's Profanity Policy. Hope I'm not in trouble}
On the balcony he addressed the crowd whose jaws hung agape.
"I don't want to hurt anyone, but I'll kill anybody who tries to prevent my escape."
In the office he found a sledge hammer and smashed the chains of his leg irons free.
He told Godfrey to fetch him a fast horse immediately.
As he walked down the stairs, he came upon Bell's lifeless body
and many eyewitnesses admit that the Kid looked upon him and said most remorsefully,
"I'm sorry I killed you Bell, but couldn't help it."
As Billy mounted the horse the chains of his leg irons startled the beast.
The horse reared up and threw Billy down onto the street.
He was at this point his most vulnerable laying down on the ground.
The crowd could have overtaken him easily, but none made a move or a sound.
Once again Billy mounted the horse and fled with the sound of his leg iron chains ringing.
Many say that as he rode out of Lincoln County that they heard the Kid singing.
Billy had escaped danger so many other times in his past,
but this was his greatest escape ever. It would also be his last.
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To Continue Go To:
14. BTK Coming Attractions Part 6
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=195838
Categories:
attractions, cowboy-western, historyhorse,
Form:
Rhyme
You get to the movies
And find a good seat.
Perhaps you have purchased
Some popcorn to eat.
The lights start to dim
But there’s no satisfaction,
‘Cause now you will see
The first coming attraction.
There used to be two of them,
Possibly three;
But now there’s no telling
How many there’ll be.
I lost count at six
Though I’m sure there were more;
And unless you walk out,
They are hard to ignore.
I like these small snippets
And hate to complain.
When so many are shown, though,
They drive you insane.
So studio people,
I urge you – be smart:
When the theater lights dim,
Let the darn movie start!
Categories:
attractions, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
The theater gives you just a taste
Of what’s to be expected,
So if you don’t have time to waste
Some films may be rejected.
My husband hates them but not me
For I enjoy the peek
At movies I may never see;
I form a quick critique.
Some dialogue, the place it’s set
Is quite enough to know
If I will like it and I’ll bet
Reviews won’t make me go.
So keep ‘em coming; I’m prepared
To sit through five or six
And when they’re done, from those that aired,
I’ll know my next few flicks.
Categories:
attractions, film,
Form:
Rhyme
I have yet to write a poem about a toothbrush
or toothpaste or cremation or zinc
One thing I am sure of, however, and that is
if I do, I shall have merely wasted a little more ink
Categories:
attractions, future, poems, silly,
Form:
Light Verse
Is liking someone so uncommon
or wanting someone, a new phenomenon?
Are you an April - wreaking the milieu to discourage me?
Is that why you disparage him to such a degree?
He’s heartful and sincerious,
he’s slammin’ hot but oblivious.
He’s music, lust and fun,
all rolled into one.
So, I’m calling you off,
stop blowing up my phone.
You might as well not bother,
We’ve got dibs on each other.
What’s really good?
He’s really good.
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slang:
April = a manipulator of well thought out tricks and evil plans
wreaking =causing harm
milieu = the environment
heartful = honest and sincere
sincerious = sincere and serious
slammin’ = very, very f*ckable
dibs = a claim
Categories:
attractions, betrayal, boyfriend, friend, jealousy,
Form:
Rhyme