Best Holliday Poems
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Doc Holliday Bites the Dust
By Elton Camp
Doc Holliday’s depicted as a vicious killer
But his actual life was much less of a thriller
Not in the West, but in Georgia he was born
By a classical education his life did adorn
Among the areas where knowledge he did seek
Were grammar, math, history, Latin and Greek
Highly intelligent and certainly nobody’s fool
At just age twenty, he finished dental school
In Atlanta he then began to practice dentistry
But found, of his mother’s TB, he wasn’t free
On medical advice Holliday moved to the west
As its climate made his chances of living best
But at his dental profession Doc couldn’t stay
Since his constant cough drove patients away
It then became at gambling he earned living
An undeserved name as a gunman also giving
As far as from the historical record we can see
The number of men he shot was actually three
At age thirty-six, Doc Holliday died in bed
Living at a tuberculosis sanitarium, it is said
What's a Christmas without you
another lonely day feeling blue
an empty chair at my table
holding on is something I'm not able
to do without you
Off somewhere in a distant place
something I missed I can not face
but in reflections of a lonely Christmas Night
I wish things could have turned out right
“Don’t take candy from a stranger,”
My mother said,
Unless you’re dressed like Frankenstein
With a hideous mask on your head.
If Christmas is about a baby’s birth,
Why do we buy trinkets and bobbles,
For all daddy’s worth?
When that baby died,
And rose from the dead,
To celebrate they told me,
A rabbit can lay an egg.
"This is funny"— Doc Holliday
A cowboy’s whispering
a devil may care response?
I give as good as I get
Doc Holliday gave his services,
saved a lawman from sure calamity
brave, never a streak of yellow
perchance it was his caustic wit,
a humorous bite, and sense of humor
as dry as the dust
I am your huckleberry
do or bust!
At the Ok Corral
horse’s trotting
horse neighs, grunts
a nickel plated pistol fires
the infamous gun fight prior
what’s not to admire?
Cavalier as Doc may be,
a baptized sinner’s gunslinger
who’d specialize in dentistry
at a time when a bottle of whiskey
and a pair of pliers were the tools of the trade
he gave and gave
"Best set of teeth in gold"
claims he and partner
and true it was awarded and to showcase
annually at the County Fair, praise oh praise!
Tuberculosis
the death of him
the “White Death” shall soon take its toll
coughing spells untimely discourse dispels
a recourse to gambling after all
dexterities hold steadfast
Faro, a master’s game
no real family but the wild and woolly west
when shooting it out its life or death
Or knives be it
the heart bleeds, its beats slowly
as the lungs fill with unrepentant decay
a dagger's stabbing pain
The sulfurous waters
the distant wind yearns and blows
like the drums of passion,
a harpsicord ominous,
an urgent cello
exposing desert sands
it reveals one’s true nature
an inherent caliber it shall define
For every sinner there is comfort in knowing
there is forgiveness divine
to err is human and in the depths of our sins
the light will shine
so it shall be for him
I always figured I'd meet my fate someday
with my boots on…
but in the end
in his bed
boots off