Best Shor Poems
once an old cow named mckuen
her cud she always was chew'n
we asked please explain
when she crossed our lane
shor beats a' stand'n 'n moo'n.
Mujhe rehne do sapno me
Ki jeevan jeene se darr lagta he
Mujhe rehne do sannaton me
Ayurbal ke shor se darr lagta he
Bahut saare padav abhi baaki he
Par path chalne se darr lagta he
Abhi Kayi log milne baaki he
Par pehle walo se darr lagta he
Ve paraye aaj apno se lagte he
Lekin apno ki yaari se darr lagta he
Naye logo ko aaj na jaane Kyu
Dost kehne me darr lagta he
Jeevan ki ekantata tod , Bheed
ka hissa banne se darr lagta he
Bina kisi ka haath Thame Ab to
age badne se bhi darr lagta he
Kuch log mere liye bhi Jeete he
Unka soch marne se darr lagta he
marne ki kabhi sochta hu to
Maa papa ke ansu se darr lagta he
(Parth)
Dozakh aur Sharab.........
Tere laboan ka rang mile ga gulaab mein
Teri nigah e naaz ka nasha sharaab mein
Mil jaye gar woh aik baar mujh ko khwaab mein
Rakh doon ga dil ko cheer ke unki janaab mein
Dozakh mein mil rahi he mujhe peene ki saza
aatish bharak rahi he suboo-e-sharaab mein
Behre tashaffi aaen ge Muhammad e Mustafa
Bakshe gunah jayen ge roz e hisaab mein
Dil ki kitaab band na krna kabhi ay dost,
parhna likha hua he jo roshan kitab mein
Moosa ko gadriye ki samajh aaee na jo dua,,.
makhmoor tha woh nikhwat e baar e sawab mein
Du pal ka he suroor jo rakhe Khuda se dooor
shaitan ka he shor o shar sharb o sharab mein
Peeri mein sab ko aati he yaad e khuda hee kion?
he lutf jab ho yaad e khuda bhi shabab mein
by mazHur
Not trying to be too brash
Or sound like poor white trash
But there is one thing I love
About my man- only thing I adore more
are the brains above-
There is only one for this lass-
I shor' do love his ass!
He kept one foot in the stirrup
And one foot on her porch.
Wasn’t sure what he was doin’
But he shor' had the torch.
Didn’t know just what he wanted,
Or just what he should say.
If she’d just give a little hint,
He knew he’d gladly stay.
But she was quiet, so was he,
Hoss was gettin’ jumpy.
He had to move one of his feet,
‘Fore he got plumb grumpy.
About that time a cat run by,
Was follered by a dog.
A bark and hiss, the hoss took off
And drug him like a log.
He bounced along about a block
Before his boot came loose.
He laid there in the dust awhile
An’ wondered “What’s the use?”
She strolled right up to where he lay,
Said, “Cowboy, you’re a mess.”
He gave a sheepish little grin
Said, “That’s what I would guess!”
She said “Just come along with me,
Dad’s old clothes you’ll borrow.
Just spend the night with me tonight,
Get the horse tomorrow.”
She said, “You’ve got to find a way
To say what’s on your mind.
A better way than bein’ dragged
I’m sure you’re bound to find!”
The next time that they kissed goodnight
And he was homeward bound
The hoss had noticed that his boss
Had both feet on the ground!
June 2, 2013
For Contest I Got Zero, Nothin, Nada-2
Judged N/A in Contest 101 in a Row -6; Judged 7/23/16
I'd been in Heaven quite awhile
Victim of a Spring flood
When Curly showed up at The Gates -
He's always been my bud
I said, ”Curly,why are you here?
You’re way too young to be!”
He said,”I really do not know,
There’s nothin’ wrong with me.”
"Well", says I, "what was you doin'
The last time you can think?"
Curly said," Yep, it's comin' back.
Just quicker than a wink."
“The boss bought some longhorn cows
To breed with his own stock.
We was movin’ them to pasture,
When one decides to balk.”
“He wouldn’t go through that last gate
No matter what I did.
I’d never worked longhorns before,
So off my hoss I slid.”
“That bull looked like he’s smart enough,
Thought that I could lead him.
That didn’t seem to work so well,
Maybe I could feed him.”
“Well, nothin’ worked and time went by,
He even starts to nod.
That was the last straw I could stand,
I used a cattle prod.”
“And that’s the last thing I recall
Of bein’ my old self.
An' here I am amongst the clouds–
Just sittin' on some shelf.”
I said,”Curly, that there's a tale
They'll tell about yor' roots!
Though it’s sooner than you had planned,
You died wearin' yor' boots .”
“Yor' better off up here for shor' –
I’ll take you to meet God.
He’s never seen a cowboy who’d
Hit a longhorn with a prod!”
August 31, 2016
For COntest "Conversation"
Now The Hungry Lion Roars For Release!
Darkness, the wicked devil so well uses
Farewell to the muse, she went on vacation
She walks in beauty, yet her love abuses
So we'll go no more a-roving, in elation
The destruction of Sennacherib, gone
Thou whose spell can raise the dead,
Thy days are done, bleached as whitest bone
When we two parted, I lost my damn head
Where the bee sucks, time renews in sweet birth
Who is it that says most, which can say more
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shor
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
Now the hungry lion roars for release!
Marugu Mo and Robert Lindley, 4-01-2015
Marugu blog poem, added to by Robert J. Lindley
Marugu MO's Blog
BYRONS TITLES- ALMOST LIKE A POEM
Blog Posted:3/31/2016 1:45:00 AM
Lord Byron wrote the following poems, The titles almost read like a poem:
(And I dont think his muse was Sennacherib :))
1. Darkness,
2. Farewell to the muse
3. She walks in beauty,
4. So we'll go no more a-roving,
5. The destruction of Sennacherib,
6. Thou whose spell can raise the dead,
7. Thy days are done,
8. When we two parted
From Shakespeare's Titles- My ending 6 verses...
1. Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest)
2. Poor Soul, The Centre Of My Sinful Earth
3. Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbl'D Shor
4. Who Is It That Says Most, Which Can Say More
5. Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase
6. Now The Hungry Lion Roars
(c) Jacqueline Shor All Rights Reserved 2004
I Can
Boys and girls I wonder why
When I was just a child
I never thought I could
I even was a little wild
As I grew into a teen
I got wilder every day
My folks could not control me
This is what I have to say
I was eight years old
And watched tv one Easter day
The movie I watched was about
Jesus our Savior and His life on earth
It made me cry to see this man
The Son of God and how he tried to be heard
I believed on Him who God sent me
He was sent to save the world
I can do anything through Him
He gives us strength unfurled
Salvation he was preaching
And now I am set free
I can't are words I never use
In my dictionary
I can is in it's place
Because of Jesus saving grace
______
\ /
my thoughts
have reached
your heart, li-
ke a solo star
that's wishe-
d on for mira-
cles. I pray y-
our well my lo-
ve, yet guarded wit-
hin my mind, my soul is
close. Like a star that gleam
in a flash we share the same
desires, though miles apart, so
now our bliss souls rest oceans away, our
fine love still shinning-----When my message
finds you at the shore line, I pr- ay you
read it in time, I admire you an- d adorn
you with my joyful tears. The da- y nice
to us, possibly this note will find you
walking bare feet along the shor - eline sand
a wine bottle among your feet un- expected
your soul will find me-----through light
years. I pray you place your love inside this
blissful star, return to the water,
and I will hope one day soon,
i get to hold you near~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
my soul ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
my gracious love~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
one day~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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A young cowboy’s money got spent
Just didn’t know where it all went
He thought of the blonde
He’d prob’ly been conned
He smiled and remembered her scent
He never thought much ‘bout money
Most people thought that was funny
He didn’t much care
If she got her share
He would still call her his honey
He worked all day in the saddle
Something always wrong with cattle
The money came slow
But he knew it’d go
Fast as that blonde could skedaddle
But the cowboy loved that lady
Couldn’t think of her as shady
She’d blow in his ear
Say “Sweetie come here”
He just knew that she was his Sadie
Then he rode in early one day
'Cause he still had most of his pay
She sat in the lap
Of Johnny Bodap
She shor’ didn’t know what to say
The cowboy shot Johnny a lot
He killed him right there on the spot
Then they heard him say
“This just ain’t yor’ day –
It has cost you all that you got.”
He’s sittin’ on a jailhouse bed
They said hang him until he is dead
Won’t miss the cattle
Or wore out saddle
But he’s gonna miss Sadie’s bed
The stories abound in our lore
It’s like that now and before
There’s a few ladies
Even some Sadies
That men will just plainly die for…
April 18, 2016
Originally For Contest Take This Dagger From My Heart, Please -2-; for Broken Wings
Judged Second place on 10/14/2016
The Tenderfoot And Nasty
“Well, lookey here !” Bob said with glee
“We’ve got a tenderfoot !
He’s got this brand new gear , you see
He don’t know where to put ”
“He says he comes from way Back East
Teach him a thing or two
Let’s put him on that unbroke beast
And see what he can do”
The hoss they gave him don’t look mean
Though Nasty was his name
He did seem sometimes really keen
On makin’ riders lame
It seemed so like an awful match
New guy on this terror
This plot somehow just didn’t hatch
We all judged in error
The greenhorn climbed upon that hoss
A move as slick as rain
He spurred to show him who was boss
And let him have the rein
Now Nasty gave him all he had
He bucked and whirled and screamed
The rider smiled, said “This ain’t bad !
It’s nothin’ like I dreamed.”
That hoss gave up, plum’ tuckered out
The rider just stepped down.
Bob said “The East you lied about!
You’ve rode before this town !”
The new guy said, “Not in the least.
This here’s New Mexico.
The whole of Texas lies Back East
I do believe it’s so !”
They called him tenderfoot no more
He made a real smart hand
He came from Texas that’s for shor'
And that ol' boy’s got sand
I thought for this'n I be a dodger,
But the Cap'n told me to hoist the Jolly Roger.
Skull 'n Bones on Black in the air,
Ye know, matey, that I be thar.
Me peg leg be a clompin' so loud,
Ye be sure to find me, even in a crowd.
With a patch o'er one eye 'n me parrot too,
Ye be sure that we be lookin' fer you!
Cutlalsses out 'n daggers in our teeth,
Ropes from the yardarms, hangin' b'neath.
If'n ye see me thar up on the deck,
Ye can be sure I be wantin' to put a rope 'round yor neck.
We be after the spoils of a bounteous sea,
That means RANSOM to you...GOLD for me!
For we be sellin' you to someone for gold,
'Else ye be not gettin' very old.
'N if we be needin' any more,
We be a takin' all them trinkets in ye ship's store.
Our Cap'n orders the ship turn about,
We be after yorn, without a doubt.
The Cap'n be a mean'un ye ought to know,
He be a blood spiller from long ago.
That's why he be the Cap'n ye see,
'N the crew to his word, we all step lively.
I seen him cut a man in two,
Cut out his heart, 'n eat his liver too!
So I be doin' what he tells me I should,
'Else I could become the Capn's food.
Any man of our crew ye would not want to see,
They be all cutthroats, just like me
The crew is lively that's for shor,
Especially when we get ashore.
We take no baths and get no scrub,
We be downin' all the ale, left in the pub.
They may look dirty and smell to thee,
But they be pleasin' 'n have a sweet aroma to me.
Oh, the pirate's life is one o' glory,
'S long 's ye be 'round to tell yer story.
'N one thing more I be tellin' you,
A'for I go 'n get a brew.
You can tell one's a pirate if'n ye want to seek,
Their talk is filled with contractives and other speak.
They eat only meat 'n fish fer no Gar,
"N at the end of their words, they al'ays say RRRRRRRRRRR!
The Castle Of Dreams
7:19 AM 11/25/2003 (c) Jacqueline Shor All Rights Reserved
The Castle Of Dreams
Once upon a time
In a castle long ago
There lived a little princess
With hair as white as snow
She played a little game there
With the friends that she new best
They told each other of their dreams
And made up all the rest
They dreamed of mountains
And rivers of glass
Flowing through the mountain pass
The princess was never lonely
So many friends she had
They never ran out of games to play
They never had time to be sad
So little ones gather
And dream the whole night through
So you can share them with your friends
Like the little princess did do
Your friends will love you too
Where’s it written he’d like to know
That he must be a man
He likes the way things are right now
Doin’ the best he can
He turned thirteen last Friday morn’
An’ Pa gave him that look
Like he could wear a bigger hat –
As if that’s all it took.
He knew that day was comin’ soon
When he’d put on the spurs
He’d join the ranch hands at their chores
An’ fight the cockle burrs
But dang he’d miss the life he’s had –
It came an’ went too quick
He’d cleaned up Texas pretty good
When hoss was just a stick
Well, maybe there’d be good in this,
He’d shor’ give it a whirl
He knew that things was changin’ fast –
He’d noticed some cowgirls
And dang he’d miss the life he’s had
But he’d do what he could.
All he could say about them gals –
“This better shor’ be good!”
July 15, 2016
For Contest Any Poem Written in uly, 2016