Best Pardner Poems
A story inscribed in the constellations
of the punctate canopy of night
Perseus astride the winged Pegasus
Hurtling to save his fair maid Andromeda
from the beastly Cetus the seasick sea-serpent
While her folks, Cepheus and Cassiopeia
gawk dispassionately
Poor parenting enshrined above us
The pancaked 2-D IMAX look
of the heavenly vault
belies the relevant numbers—
Trillions, quadrillions of 3-D miles between,
My retinas bathing in light decades old
Not a preschool connect-the-dots
but a giant mobile
of impossibly remote thermonuclear furnaces
turned cosmic Rorschach test
My eyes drink the mother of pearl
galactic smudge in the telescope
and I feel you gaze right back
Ancient light, yet a staring presence
a Mexican standoff of unfathomable dimensions
Telescopes at 600 hexillion paces, pardner
Don’t blink
Is it my imagination, or your mind?
Crazy quarks’ quantum entanglement
making instant “spooky action” at a distance
40 million light years away
Hundreds of quintillions of miles
whatever in God’s name that is
There you are again; I feel you
Verizon Universal Consciousness Connection
That’s going to be a heck of a phone bill
but I’ll be long gone by then
I think
8/1/16
Categories:
pardner, imagination, space, stars,
Form:
Free verse
The Lone Ranger came to visit me last night...
He was perfect, his shiny six-guns
hanging from his hip, and the mask
to protect his real identity.
"Howdy!" I said; "Hiya, pardner!" he replied,
and I motioned for him to take a seat. "No thanks,"
he groaned, "I think I'll stand, been in the saddle
now for going on three days!"
There were so many questions on my mind.
How come he always got the bad guy, and rode
off into the sunset with a flourish and a smile,
and how come you never saw the blood?
Things were less complicated then, he mused,
not like now where everything's so realistic,
so there's nothing left for people to imagine;
then he disappeared without a trace...
He's still my hero.
These days everyone's part good part bad,
so that the line is hard to find.
It was easier when men wore white and rode
high up in the saddle. The good guy always
grabbed the glory, then disappeared
in a cloud of dust with a hearty
"Hi ho Silver, away!!"
Categories:
pardner, blessing,
Form:
Verse
Brick had seen his share of hospitals
and had been to Saint Cecelia's more than once,
on occasion, a perp would get banged up
you know, during an arrest... on occasion!
He was just waiting for the X-Ray results
before he made his way home, but he had
to make a couple of calls after he got kicked loose.
First he had to make a call to Bill Lipton,
one of the suits from the 31st had seen him at the hospital
Now it seems that Bill's Lieutenant was leanin on Bill,
guess his Captain was runnin for some office and was
afraid to have one of his boy's involved in the
Shadow vigilante case, in case it didn't get solved
and tarnish his record, Like I would ever let a case go cold!
The second call, was gunna be to a pretty Blond
by the name of Erika La Plant, an EMT who gave him
her number in the bus on the way to Saint Cecelia's
But first.....Brick! the Doctor said as he entered the ER room
look's like you have a couple of bruised ribs there.
Just keep them wrapped up for a couple of weeks
or so, and you'll be fine, if you take it easy that is,
But I spoke with a Sgt. Lipton when they brought you in
and he said you were kind of stubborn and rough on yourself
so it might take a little longer, try not to get into any more fights!
Ok Doc! You got it! Can I go now? Yes Brick you can go!
here are your discharge orders, and a prescription for something
for the pain, I suggest you get it filled, you'll need it!
within a wink of an eye Brick found a phone and called
the Cowboy, the phone only rang once, Hello Bill Lipton here!
Hey Cowboy, I hoped I'd catch you, think you could come
get me, and give me a lift home, so I can get my car?
I may have a date later! Who would that be with Brick?
oh let me guess! the blondie from the bus , right?
Her name is Erika Billy Boy, and yep, that's the one!
Oh hey! what's this I hear your Boss is up your
keester about our Black clad ole buddy?
You ain't thinkin about pullin a runner on me are ya?
Now just hold on to your suspenders pardner! I ain't
a goin no where's we got us a score to settle with our
ole pal. I'm on my way...Click..the phone went dead.........
We're back in the Samauri Saddle, Watch for Robert Dufresne's reply..
Categories:
pardner, imagination, me, me,
Form:
Narrative
Bill was barely out of the car when Brick pushed the
accelerator to the wood and screeched around the
corner into an ally hitting several trash cans as he did,
He also heard the distinctive sound of a cat disturbed
as it was in search of a tasty morsel to fill his stomach
Brick was looking up at all the fire escapes as he drove
to see if the perp was using them as a way to get away.
He picked up his portable radio and called to Bill, Cowboy
this is Brick, you got him ? No I don't, I lost him He runs
like the wind, Don't think I ever seen anyone run so fast
I would stake my horse he headin for for the roof pardner
Well then Cowboy, head for the roof, I'm at the back of the
building now, will get this creep, I'll wait here and by the way
that horse of yours aint much of a stake, more like a fleabag.
Brick slammed on the brakes and got out headin for the door.
Brick just made it to the back exit when the shadow man came
flying out the door and Brick was right in in his path.Brick hollered
" stop" Police" Then lightening struck, The shadow man hit Brick
with a round house kick square in the center of his chest,
needless to say, Brick went down like a Brick..Yea I know, lets move on
Bricks breath was found in the Queens a week later his head
was spinning and he was about to go to sleep. His mind was racing
the shadow was gone. The next thing Brick remembered was hearing
the Cowboy's voice, Can you hear me ole buddy? where is he?
where'd he go ? Hang on I got a bus coming, I got your piece.....
To be Cont. by the Cowboy...........
Categories:
pardner, mysteryhorse,
Form:
Narrative
Brick was put on a roller and deposited in the Bus
the Blond paramedic never left his side, Hey
where's my piece? It's right here pardner, said Bill.
Sorry I was busy puttin the eye's on the crowd.
What'd ya take my piece for? It was layin on the ground
And you was nappin, didn't want any kids gettin a hold of it
you really should take better care of it ya know!yea you should have
been there when I was beatin the bum. Yea I'm sure he's all banged up
pardner, Hey sweetie, take care of him will ya, he's delirious.
I gotta check some stuff Brick, Ill see ya at the Hospital,
Yea Cowboy, It's about dinner time, Your lookin a little thin
Must have been a small sandwich at lunch time,
Bill laughed, I'll see you later pardner, Take care
Bill spun on his heels and went on the hunt, Always on the hunt.
As the cute Paramedic was checking Brick out she hit a soft
spot, Hey darlin that hurt...I'm sorry, I know it hurts , is it there?
Yea it is, ouch, yeah there. I'm sorry just try and relax.We'll be
at the Hospital in a coupla minutes and the Doc's will take good
care of you. Hey what's your name anyway.She pointed to her badge
That read La Plant, I'm Brick, Oh Sgt. Rodney ( Brick ) Townsend
folks just call me Brick. By the way are you free tonight for diner?
Your kidding me right Brick? No Ma'am right as rain.
She blushed and said..Well we'll see what the Doc's say!
If they say ok... Arte we on? I got a sweet little place, great food
Alright, your on......
Categories:
pardner, mysterycare, care, me, ,
Form:
Narrative
The Lone Ranger came to visit me last night.
He was perfect, his shiny six-guns hanging
on his hip, and the mask (to protect his real identity!)
"Howdy!" I said; "Hiya, pardner!" he replied,
and I motioned for him to take a seat. "No thanks,"
he groaned, "I think I'll stand, been in the saddle
now for going on three days!"
There were so many questions on my mind.
How come he always got the bad guy, and rode
off into the sunset with a flourish and a smile,
and how come you never saw the blood?
"Things were less complicated then," he mused,
not like now where everything's so realistic,
so there's nothing left for people to imagine;"
then he disappeared without a trace...
He's still my hero.
These days everyone's part good part bad,
so that the line is hard to find.
It was easier when men wore white and rode
high up in the saddle. The good guy always
grabbed the glory, then disappeared
in a cloud of dust with a hearty
"Hi Ho Silver, away!!"
Categories:
pardner, adventure, cowboy-western, growing up,
Form:
Narrative
Your presence is with me wherever I go
Thoughts of you constantly, all in a row
We're always together, always somewhere
Sharing a moment...and a kiss here and there
The things that you like I want to like too
I may never do them the way that you do
But I'll give them a try...teach me to knit
Books that you've read, classics, chick lit
I'm open to anything, I want you to be
My pardner in everything, right next to me
The first thing we'll do is the thing we like best
We'll sit with a sunset, then do all the rest
Categories:
pardner, for her, i love
Form:
Rhyme
One day let's just sit together
Both our legs in the other's entwined
We'll read each other short stories
And prose from the great poets of time
I
Then let's watch some old movies
Your choice for what is in store
Can we start though with Breakfast at Tiffany's?
I've never seen that movie before
L
After let's work on some crosswords
I really love solving with you
You've become quite my sought after pardner
And without you I can't always get through
O
Tell me what are you reading?
I'll start reading the exact book then too
I like to share things together
And to do the same things that you do
V
Okay, now let's turn on some music
I've become quite the folk connoisseur
There's really good Americana
And of course don't forget Civil Wars
E
Wait, why don't we make our own music?
There's lots of ideas I've accrued
In numerous bits and in pieces that fit
But I want your ideas to include
Y
I'll tell you the fact of the matter
There's nobody other than you
Who I'd want to work with on the things that I love
All the things that I love and pursue
O
Maybe you're tired of hearing this
I know I repeat it again and again
It's just that of you I do dream alot
And wait for the now! from the when?
U
Categories:
pardner, for her, i love
Form:
Rhyme
Cont…”Bill Jump in my car it’s closer!” Bill was just a step behind Brick as they hurdled
over the tape barrier and raced to Brick’s car.
“You got it pardner! Don’t stop or I’ll be in your hip pocket! Brick got
to the driver’s door first and Bill had all he could do to get in and slam the door as Brick
swerved into the traffic, got the siren blaring with the blue lights bubbling off the hard top.
The tires squealed hell bent for rubber for about three seconds down Walters Ave before
they pulled a u-turn and headed one eighty out. “Sorry ‘bout that, Brick hollered, “I caught
a glimpse of the perp jumping off the side rail and headed back in this direction!”
“Okay thanks for the warning!", Bill yelled back as he hoisted himself up the seat with
the strap handle while trying to scan for the outlaw.
About that time, Brick swerved around a trash truck, jumped a median and throttled it up
another street.
“Say Brick, I’ve been meaning to ask you..you got a driver’s license or a
facsimile thereof?!” “Huh? What the hell’s a license?! Hey I think he crossed over into that
alley behind Stogey’s”, Brick yelled as he spun the steering wheel hard
bobbing and crunching the car over another median and power skidding the swerving squad
car back on course. Bill had all he could do to keep his head from smashing into the
headliner above the visor.
“Smooth, Brick! Smooth! You been practicing eh?! Sorry about my head denting
Your roof!” he quipped while searching the streets for the fugitive.
“Hey no problem he yelled over the roaring engine and skidding tires, you can fix
It later!… I’m nice like that!”
“Is that the alley up ahead, Brick?”
“Yeah that’s it!” “Lemme off here and I’ll cover this end of it!”
“Right! I’ll spin around the other end and we”ll put the squeeze on him!” Brick
Screeched to an almost stop as Bill scrambled out, un shouldered his 9mm and
ducked inside a doorway. He peeked around the corner to see Brick already
veering around the corner all sirens and blinking lights…(to be cont…)
Categories:
pardner, adventurecar,
Form:
Narrative
The Lone Ranger came to visit me last night.
He was perfect, his shiny six-guns hanging
on his hip, and the mask (to protect his real identity!)
"Howdy!" I said; "Hiya, pardner!" he replied,
and I motioned for him to take a seat. "No thanks,"
he groaned, "I think I'll stand, been in the saddle
now for going on three days!"
There were so many questions on my mind.
How come he always got the bad guy, and rode
off into the sunset in a swirling cloud of dust,
and how come you never saw the blood?
Things were less complicated then, he mused,
not like now where everything's so realistic,
so there's nothing left for people to imagine;
then he disappeared without a trace...
He's still my hero.
These days everyone's part good part bad,
so that the line is harder to find.
It was easier when men wore white and rode
high up in the saddle. The good guy always
grabbed the glory, and the girl, then he
disappeared in a cloud of dust with a hearty
"Hi ho Silver, away!!"
********
...an exercise suggested in a poetry primer I read.
'**********visited me last night,' (you fill in the blank!)
Categories:
pardner,
Form:
Verse
lost in the
wild west riding
into town
gunslinger
trigger finger
meet the best
and go down
local saloon
I found clarity
with a girl flirt
said her name was
"Charity"
I told her
I would give
until it hurt
and charitable
she was...
with a howdy miss
gave her a kiss
just north of
her garter county
line she said how
about you grab
that garter
pardner
ride this filly
to the triple crown
you tasted
the best now
I expect you
to go down
Categories:
pardner, girl, kiss, love, lust,
Form:
Free verse
Pick a book I'll read it
Any one will do
I always want to have something
That I can do with you
Montgomery, Smith, and Tolstoy
Weren't too complex
But didn't you say Shakespeare,
Was who you wanted next?
How'd you do on Wordle?
It was pretty hard today
Oh, I see you got it
Three tries? What can I say?
How about Sunday's crossword,
Do you have some time for it?
I'll go across and you go down
'Til it's finished, we won't quit
Need song ideas? I'll pick some
Then you decide which ones
I'll play anything you want
I'll take it as it comes
All I'm trying to tell you
Is for me it means so much
That you would do things with me
And share a common touch
Of things enjoyed together
That we both like to do
Like two birds of a feather
I'm the red and you're the blue
Categories:
pardner, for her, i love
Form:
Rhyme
Please don't leave me sweetheart
I don't know what I'll do
I'll be good I promise
I won't write those for you
I want to know your schedule
And tell you what I do
I want to write you poems
That speak of my love true
I want to play you love songs
Sans words, just from my heart
I want to dream of Annecy
Where we'd never be apart
I want to still do crosswords
My pardner, tried and true
I need your downs to help me
I won't do them without you
I want to have our book club
To share our thoughts and run
Down literary pathways
Together, two as one
I want to be your right hand
In everything you do
In worship, projects, everything
I'll be there for you
All to say I love you
And for you do I long
I just can't seem to help it
You've become my heart's love song
Categories:
pardner, devotion, for her, i
Form:
Rhyme
The Lone Ranger came to visit me last night.
He was perfect, his shiny six-guns hanging
on his hip, and the mask (to protect his real identity!)
"Howdy!" I said; "Hiya, pardner!" he replied,
and I motioned for him to take a seat. "No thanks,"
he groaned, "I think I'll stand, been in the saddle
now for going on three days!"
There were so many questions on my mind.
How come he always got the bad guy, and rode
off into the sunset, his mission now completed,
and how come you never saw the blood?
Things were less complicated then, he mused,
not like now where everything's so realistic,
so there's nothing left for people to imagine;
then he disappeared without a trace...
He's still my hero.
These days everyone's part good part bad,
so that the line is hard to find.
It was easier when men wore white and rode
high up in the saddle. The good guy always
grabbed the glory, then he disappeared
in a cloud of dust with a hearty
"Hi ho Silver, away!!"
Categories:
pardner, inspirational
Form:
Narrative
The Lone Ranger came to visit me last night.
He was perfect, his shiny six-guns hanging
on his hip, and the mask (to protect his real identity!)
"Howdy!" I said; "Hiya, pardner!" he replied,
and I motioned for him to take a seat. "No thanks,"
he groaned, "I think I'll stand, been in the saddle
now for going on three days!"
There were so many questions on my mind.
How come he always got the bad guy, and rode
off into the sunset in a swirling cloud of dust,
and how come you never saw the blood?
Things were less complicated then, he mused,
not like now where everything's so realistic,
so there's nothing left for people to imagine;
then he disappeared without a trace...
He's still my hero.
These days everyone's part good part bad,
so that the line is harder to find.
It was easier when men wore white and rode
high up in the saddle. The good guy always
grabbed the glory, and the girl, then he
disappeared in a cloud of dust with a hearty
"Hi ho Silver, away!!"
Categories:
pardner, uplifting,
Form:
Narrative