Movie Night
I love a good movie, I honestly do
I’d watch one alone and I’d watch one with you
Adventure or Western, perhaps a film noir,
A comedy suited to my Ma and Pa
I like a good Thriller, a detective drama
A tale of vendetta, of justice or Khama
I do enjoy Horror, I rather like gruesome
And stories of outlaws or some wayward twosome
And thrill me with gunfights, a street brawl or two
A hideous death for the bad guy will do
I do love a story, exciting or fun
Not just an excuse for firing a gun
Okay, I confess that I like those films too
In which gangsters shoot up a hullabaloo
But the plot is the crux, it’s what makes my mind smile
You can’t just have guns going off all the while
It’s pouring outside and pretty damned cold
A night in with Netflix has gotten me sold
So let’s watch a movie; forget going out
Let’s sit down and see what ‘John Wicks’ is about
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Well, she’s gone to bed and I’m sat on my tod
Most of the cast are conversing with God
I have to confess that this shoot-em-up rave
Is gonna go down… as a personal fave!
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Categories:
gunfights, film,
Form: Rhyme
Ghost Stories: COMPLETED
[Fiction Out West]
A mining town, among others, had been shut down the longest. Long before the mines closed, and all the towns followed. As the story goes; one night, a 10-year-old boy walks into a bar looking for his barmaid mom, and amid some bruhaha, he's accidentally shot dead. Enraged and unwilling to settle down, she's also shot dead by the same gunman--but her's was an act of murder. In his dark attire, he rides off and is never seen again. An odd thing occurred for ten years, there were gunfights, but no deaths since the boy and mom, and as they went on their way never to be seen again, plenty wondered but brushed it off as even-steven since there was peace after every incident--until they learned that they were 'god-awful' wrong.
*The opener of My Ghost Stories in my Short Stories, "Originally TITLED: Surreality"
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Categories:
gunfights, child, death, horror, mother
Form: Other
Oh Cupid
I wanted to try both types of the Rispetto form. The first one is 11 syllables
and the second is 8. I know the Iambic tetrameter is not perfect.
Ignorance fails to hear a heart's silent cry,
when love is seen as collateral damage.
Even Tuscan sunsets cannot help tears dry,
when insults leave behind unwanted baggage.
Oh Cupid, why are you such a blind buffoon,
firing arrows like gunfights in a saloon.
Do romantic battles of mortals amuse,
or do modern day relationships confuse?
Cupid the mischievous brat,
saw him trying to kiss my girl,
told him I'd make his brains go splat.
He just pranced in a merry twirl.
As he aimed arrows at my heart,
I threw at him an archer's dart.
I said: "There's something you should know."
I've got Robin Hood's famous bow!
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Categories:
gunfights, conflict,
Form: Rispetto
Independence
Independence
In search of freedom, many braved the high seas,
Needing to flee the chains of their home countries.
Desiring a fresh start in a far-off land;
Educating their children to understand.
Plymouth, Jamestown, Hampton, and other such sites;
Enduring hardships, attacks, and other fights.
Now viewing self-rule, like Paine, as Common Sense;
Declaring to England their independence.
Early clashes at Lexington and Concord;
Not shrinking from gunfights or edge of a sword.
Claiming patriots’ victory at Yorktown;
Earning a U.S. republic, not a crown.
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Categories:
gunfights, america, birth, dedication, freedom,
Form: Acrostic
Opposing Forces
An ultimate showdown of courage
When opposing forces have to meet
Unlike gunfights in an old western town
There's no standing in a hot dusty street
Not wanted but desperately needed
Closed doors keep this challenge discreet
Bravery is buried beneath a frown
as I sit down on this cold toilet seat!
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Categories:
gunfights, conflict, humorous, perspective, ,
Form: Rhyme
Stayed Away From Gunfights
Harold the Coward was a famous cowboy in the old west
Stayed away from gunfights, with living he was obsessed
Enjoyed breathing air
Happy to be still there
Waking up every morning wearing his bulletproof vest
© Jack Ellison 2015
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Categories:
gunfights, fun,
Form: Limerick
Quote the Raven Nevermore
When the Parakeet increased his squawking
with the noise box ceaseless talking
far louder than the muted city roar.
Then I pondered that curious poem about the lost Lenore
About that bedeviled man and the raven Nevermore
How I envy Poe his quiet midnight
when he could hear a tapping however light
through the window pane or was it a chamber door
when quoth that famous raven Nevermore
I agree oh raven, Nevermore!
Nevermore what power lies in that word
I'm trading my parakeet for a silent gallows bird
that knows only that single solitary noun or did he mean it as a verb?
Nevermore the nightly noises that disturb
television gunfights, cabs screeching off the curb
neighbors who are seldom seen but always overheard
The raven sought a bust of Pallas
as a quiet place to perch
They took me to the rest home
between the firehouse and that bell ringing city church
so to the end of this as must all tales
for now I contemplate Poe's bells, Bells, BELLS!
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Categories:
gunfights, bird, books, crazy, parody,
Form: Verse
Texas 60 Years Before My Birth
If sixty years before in my place of birth
had I been living in that Texas town Fort Worth.
With long horn steers moving to and fro
what would I have done, where would I go?
Herding cattle or breaking broncs
or gambling cards in honky-tonks.
Getting drunk and in gunfights
loving dance hall girls in tights.
I could been one of the town's shop resident.
A blacksmith's son or the only bank's president.
I could have been the town law, killing when called upon.
Or an undertaker burying those dead at dawn.
A wanted outlaw quick on the draw
disappointment to my ma and pa.
A shouting preacher Sunday mornings
with hell fire damnation warnings.
I could have been any these people of Texas history
sixty years before my birth, in eighteen hundred eighty three.
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Categories:
gunfights, adventure, age, allusion, america,
Form: Rhyme
Western Suicide
It’s no secret
I would rather be dead
Than alive
If I were in a western movie
The poster would read:
“Wanted Alive, Death
Would make him too Happy.”
Can you imagine how that might
Play out in Hollywood and
Spaghetti westerns?
No more wild gunfights
No more knives in the back
They would have to be tricky
Conniving and even smart
To bring their man back alive.
At every turn he would beg them to hang him
Give me a dose of horse pills.
Could you tighten these handcuffs up till I bleed?
No one wants a suicidal prisoner
Let’s face it they are just no fun.
And of course you would need a counselor along
To make sure that if he needed to talk there was somebody there.
I mean who wants to talk to some grunting cowboy
Who’s cleaning the cow manure out of his teeth?
Yes the West would have been won in a gentler more feeling
Manner.
Without great escapes and liars.
Just simple folk telling the truth about how they feel.
I know it makes me feel better; although I still want to die...
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Categories:
gunfights, humorous, suicide, , western,
Form: Free verse
Things I Don'T Want To Know
THINGS I DON’T WANT TO KNOW
In romantic dramas where boy meets girl, maybe his ex,
How many times or in what position they have sex.
In action scenes of battle or western gunfights,
Which arms and legs are ripped off by bullets.
In Presidential politics, or Senate election,
Who was the intern and how big was the ********.
In magazines of the stars and their homes,
With whom does each sleep when the partner roams.
In interviews with supermodels, (a notable tv time-waste)
Where they buy their socks, undershorts, or toothpaste.
When people talk about their drinking habits
Exactly why they threw up, and in what toilets.
In earnest interviews with radical fundamental men,
How long before the world is going to end (again?).
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Categories:
gunfights, funny, , western,
Form: Light Verse
The Streets
Troubled minds
With no direction
Adolescence
Without a meaning
Gunfights in the streets
Leaves a young person
With no hope
Teens in broken homes
Nobody cares
Needles and pills
Leaving scars for eternity
Roses on the graves
Of the fallen through the years
Still they continue to
Break all the rules
Thinking life is just a test
Born in the streets
With a bulletproof vest
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Categories:
gunfights, life
Form: I do not know?
Outlaws' Spirits In Tombstone
Each day in Tombstone as tourists watch
The OK Corral gunfight plays out
Reenactments staged by the locals
The Earps always prevail in this bout
Saunter down to the Bird Cage Theater
Now a museum in this Old West town
Actors aren’t needed to play roles
The original cast is still around
Sixteen gunfights caused 26 deaths
Poker players who were dealt bad hands
Tourists still hear the shuffling of cards
And music from the piano man
Gunshots, images captured on tape
Dancehall girls still perform on the stage
Scents of old ale cling to dusty walls
And card game losers express their rage
Doc Holliday and Clanton Brothers
Look on as Wyatt holds all the cards
Virgil, Morgan glare at the McLaurys
Lawmen and outlaws send their regards
Spirits may rise from nearby Boot Hill
To visit the Bird Cage for a while
Delighting modern-day visitors
With a taste of history, Tombstone-style
To learn more about the Bird Cage Theater hauntings and see photos, visit http://www.ghost-
trackers.org/birdcage.htm
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Categories:
gunfights, cowboy-western, history, mysteryold, bird,
Form: Rhyme
We Need More We Need Less
we need less homicide
less genocide
less suicide
but more inside connects
we more checks
and less debt
we need to be more in depth
less inept
we need more safe sex
and less death
we need more intelligent cats
less niggas with gats
less crack infested habitats
we need more reason for living
less a kissing
less snitching
and less lives sentenced to prison
we need more ways to shine
than basketball,drugs,and rhymes
we need more opportunities
in our communities
we need less N.W.A
and more P.E
less rappers more M.Cs
less people trying to rhyme like me
we need less hate,envy.greed,and treason
we need less cocking back and busting off for no reason
we need less gunfights
less shots that echo through the midnight
less tears drops, toe tags,autopsy,grave site
more black babies more family structure
less that just my baby daddy or mother
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Categories:
gunfights, black african american, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme