beside dotage, corn whiskey make her writes go careen left right up down
Bill and Gil met a new gal, Diamond Lil
In a sassy saloon named Petey’s Swill
She was dressed with a dolly lady’s skill
Ruffled as a male peacock with a trill
Diamond Lil educated naïve Bill and innocent Gill
Of this debauchery world they had each known zill
Her step-by-step lessons were a gigantic thrill
She taught them with the precision of a sergeant’s drill
Many of her life lessons were taught on Farmer’s Hill
Like how to make corn whiskey in a bootlegger’s still
She also taught them some interesting things at the old saw mill
They knew now how to determine if a fabric was satin or twill
Bill and Gill never got over their education with Diamond Lil
One of their most deranged jealous neighbors was Jenny Jill
Jenny tried to kill Diamond Lil with a giant unknown pill
Thus, Lil ran off with a dastardly gentleman named Mr. Bill.
Taking with her two other men she had met at Petey’s Swill
He flew in from the east not ominous by itself, I will abide.
however, our fierce opponents in battle were terrified.
They had heard of the crow oldster, spread by my brothers.
His wing span was twenty-four feet they lied to others.
Screaming was heard from our enemy’s camp when he appeared.
“It is the crow oldster!” Many abandoned their army, so a ’feared.
Grandpa crow thought this was hilarious and threw out a loud caw.
Some of the ones going AWOL did not stop until they got to Omaha.
As leader of the red army, I was delighted to see this old fellow.
With his strut, his wiggle, his giggle, and his eyes full of yellow.
You are doing this right, I assured him, please keep it up.
He winked at me and took a swig from his corn whiskey cup.
“Crow Oldster!” we heard them yell out all night long.
Many of them were incorporating his rep into a new song.
I paid the crow and he flew back to the east through light showers.
We defeated what was left of their army in a couple of hours.
cold
sea fog
shrouds the road
corn whiskey breath
permeates truck/s cab
flashing lights dead ahead
break too late - crash certain, glass
shatters, blood splatters like red paint
I didn't hear nobody pray, brother
On the dry Prairie and then Mississippi Valley, yahoo buckaroo;
I come out eating choking dust daily, yahoo;
While on the long open range;
This cattle drive I parade;
Moo-be then dar doggies;
Through open Plains and Gulfs in Valley range;
Yippee ki-yay, Yahoo buckaroo doggies;
Got a rope and a horse, hey flowing mange!
Also got a sixth barrel caliber Bang Bang git them bandits;
I ain't going to be in shooting unless it's in self-defense;
Because this keeps me saved me from them Outlaws those dirty varmints;
That corn whiskey on my breath;
I'm a self-proclaimed cowboy;
I'm not afraid of this life or death;
And one day I'm going to be a big-time Lariat Oh, boy;
Screaming yippee ki-yay Yahoo buckaroo wooh!
From the range to the rodeo this is where I'm going to go;
I am a cowboy
1/19/21
Cowboy Poetry Poetry Contest
Rhyme poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Daddy lived for the corn whiskey
Died in a jar
Brother tried to fly
Found dead in his car
All that is left is Mommy and me
Mommy tried for years
Cried so many tears
I'm doing life plus twenty
For losing my temper
Locked in this cage
Mommy tried to save
Daddy, Brother and me
Somber days of autumn rain
my heart, a fading flower
corn whiskey drowns my endless pain
beneath my woodland bower
Shadows creep where night begins
as sunlight gently fades away
my sorrowful cries remain within
while restless mind keeps sleep at bay
Sanity takes its wingless flight
amid the hours that slowly turn
reality wanders in shades of night
in waking dreams, your ghost returns
ALesiach © 10/05/2017
I watched you strum your guitar
Your music melted my heart
And on those warm summer nights
Corn whiskey and wild delights
With honeyed kisses
Tasting you was so delicious
Eyes closed I breathe you in
As desire swelled within
Hearts beating, keeping time
As our bodies seek to align
Swaying together in the firelight
Making sweet love all night
ALesiach © 07/22/2017
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