Best Cal Poems
So you want to get to know me,
you want me in your life.
Your friends have said that I'd be good for you,
But can you trust their judgement?
do you think they know me well?
Do they know that I will make demands of you?
You see I'm quite demanding,
I'll use up all your time.
I'll make you spend it with me day and night.
And when you want to leave,
I'll be tugging at your sleeve,
And you know that I will make you stay the night.
Do you know that I'm expensive?
Do you think you can afford me?
I'm not as cheap as ladies in your past.
But I always will be there,
when you have the time to spare
and your love for me will last, and last, and last.
So come and spend an evening,
See how much you love me.
In the morning I can promise you'll be back.
I never will divorce you,
I'll never let you go,
I know you'll never ever be the same.
You'll never want to leave me.
You just have to believe me.
You see this ladies name is ....................
(Crack Cocaine)
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" I paint pictures with words "
Dedicated to all who have met this Lady.
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With each mile
The shadows lengthen
A have hide the horizon
But leads the way home.
Colorado pot—
Yeah—legal. Inhale, ingest—
California dreams—
Vanilla ice cream
Creamy butter on my bread
Calories pleasure
Sweet maple drippings
Creamy salty buttered toast
Add calories joy
Fluffy cream pancakes
Strawberry crimson fresh blend
Calories well tamed
Hot pineapple cakes
Squeezed foamy apple cider
Calories for health?
Greasy cheese pasta
Sprinkled egg tumbled bagel
Calories full blast!
Egg pie, peach float tart
Brewed steamy milk chocolate
Calories heart melt.
Consecutive games
Played in diamond crested pain
An iron will of fame
Colorado pot—
Yeah—legal. Inhale, ingest—
CAl wishes—longs for.
"Silent Cal" Coolidge was known for holding phrase to a dearth!
Presiding at laying a cornerstone he turned the customary spade of earth.
The crowd eagerly awaited his remarks. He thought and finally did affirm,
As he strolled to his car, saying, "My, that was a mighty fine fishing worm!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Waken' up to a brand new day. Hitting up the crew to see what's new.
Hitting up the homies. Let's see what they want to do.
As time grows by, the group gets bigger.
Then someone will eventually pull the trigger.
A good idia will lead the way,
and only kooks are left to stay.
As we roll-out in our only cars,
driving high to reach the stars.
Now in this point in time,
we reach the caves and ascend our climb.
Hours pass since we left our start.
Now here comes the best part.
Cracking open the case of brew.
"Here, have some. Take one or two."
Suddenly, here comes a stranger walking our way.
He soon spots us, smoking a "J." "Yo, can I get some? I can pay."
Just come smoke with us. Relax and stay.
The sun then lowers in the sky.
We all now are pretty high.
We begin our trek back to the car.
Having so much fun, we pass the bar.
"Hey, my buddy just got out of the barber."
So we swooped him up and cruised to the harbor.
If I kept writing, I'd loose so much time.
Our lives are too big, for this tinny-ass rhyme.
So now, our story has come to an end.
This is our life. This story I'll send...
At the Oakland Zoo, a birth historical
Is neither fable now allegorical
An ape and lynx had a child
So gorgeous and so wild
With a lineage quite cat-e-gori-Cal
6/1/22
They called him 'Silent Cal'
He didn't say very much at all
President about 100 years ago
Seems like longer than that now, though
Guests at White House Parties
Waxed eloquent in line and verse
While Cal Coolidge sat there nervous
His responses tense and terse
On campaign barnstorming trains
Reporters engaged him in vain
One told Coolidge he'd bet a bottle of booze ~
He could get Cal to say three or more words
~ The President smirked, "You lose."
********
In today's age of frenetic bloviation
When media excesses choke inspiration
We can better appreciate Silent Cal Coolidge
Who rarely said anything ~ let alone foolish
February 18, 2020
Ode to a President or Politician or... Contest
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
We were 19 months apart, and it was clear to me
From the start that he was dutiful to remind me
That he was the older and I best bowed to him
And his every command or there would be trouble.
He picked fights for which our dad disciplined us both.
I never understood why dad didn't bother checking to see who was right or wrong. So I was always left confused about fairness.
Anyway, we grew up and went our separate ways.
He passed away at 58, and I never got to know what it
Would have been like if the two of us had grown old together.
It is clear to all our family that he was a troubled soul, but there
Are two things about our relationship that I dearly miss.
I found him to be very generous toward me which I believe
Grew out of his strong faith in me. He did not care for what
I believed in as much as that I deeply believed in it. He never told me,
But I knew he was proud of me and my work. He also shared with me
His joy of seeing others of his friends succeed. Those are not qualities
seen every day, but I was blessed to see them in Cal many years ago.
070120PSCtest, In Loving Memory, Regina Riddle. 6P
Naïve Lou
has no clue
about boys
and their toys.
She feels sure
she can lure
Cal away
ANY day
from old cars,
gaming wars,
casinos.
She just knows
he’ll prefer
time with her!
Lou’s his gal.
Clueless Cal
thinks she’ll be
frequently
there for him—
at his whim.
Facebook time
will decline.
Girls’ nights out
will, no doubt,
not be ceased,
but decreased!
*******
Should they wed
or instead
say “Good-bye”
with a sigh?
******
Well, these two
said, “I do”
years ago.
Blessings flow.
Compromise
shows how wise
they have grown.
Each has shown
due respect,
no neglect.
40 lines
September 8, 2020
entered in the Threes, Please Poetry Contest placed 2nd
Sponsor: Beth Evans
October 1, 2020
entered in the Completely Your Choice (20) Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
california gold and Johnny reb
I left my home in Tennessee to find some California gold
Gonna strike it rich and find the mother lode
After six long months on a dusty and lonesome trail
After all of this ain’t no way I’m gonna fail
Gonna find me a river gonna stake me a claim
Yes it’s true I’m after gold,fortune and fame
All I’ve got is my mining tools and food in my pack
And when I find a big nugget I’ll throw the little ones back
And all night long when I’m trying to get some rest
Hear gunfire someone trying to prove who’s the best
Found me a girl she’s as sweet as she can be
Don’t have eyes for nobody else eyes just for me
One night a drunk cowboy tried to make her his own
The way he touched her chilled me to the bone
Our guns started blazing my bullet hit his heart
Noe I’m in a cell wishing I could make a new start
The judge said guilty the gavel came down with a bang
And I’ll stand in this courthouse watch you as you hang
But my girl had other plans as she pulled out her gun
Now we’re going back to Tennessee as fast as our horse can run
Marty West
CALIFORNIA GOLD AND JOHNNY REB
PART 2
So now we’ve made it we’re back in Tennessee
Don’t have to run anymore I’m in the land of the free
Heard the president was sending boys called the yanks
To take over our land and the money from our banks
Now you don’t mess with the boys of the south
Because we’ve been taught not to run our mouths
So if you want a fight just make your way here
These Johnny Reb boys will show you no fear
I signed up for the 1st calvary just for a little while
Now I’ve got my uniform and my girl gives me a smile
A place called Shiloh dead soldiers every where
Bullets flying all around but we don’t seem to care
Captain said we had to go keep our on with the attack
Then I felt the heat and pain from a bullet in my back
Just tell my momma and girl I went down in a fight
Because they said I wouldn’t make it through the night
Marty West
I attended the funeral of a friend 10 years ago.
It was by far the most unpretentious of funerals.
Notwithstanding, it was real, vintage, and genuine.
The face of the funeral looked identical to my friend.
The body was well done, but I'm speaking of the character
of the funeral itself. Like my friend Cal, it was the real McCoy.
071221PS