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Everybody want that old thing
everybody want that new thing too
got me on my Billy Paul ya know…
when love is new, it's perfect it's worth it
those hugs and kisses goodbye got you
feeling like yeah I deserve this
yeah everybody want that old thing back
but want that new love too
nobody told me in order to get that
you gotta sacrifice a piece of you
You want that old thing? they want that old you too
That passion, that desire, that fire, them all nighters
but is it truly sustainable? Obtainable
after so much time has passed?
Married life, kids, careers is it truly meant to last?
I leave that one for you to figure out
yeah I know you can't change the past
but when life comes at you
with uppercuts and haymakers
you got parry wit your own combination
of hooks & jabs
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4. Billy, the Kid
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Yes he did kill but it was a justifiable sin.
If Billy hadn't killed them they would have killed him.
Some say he killed for vengeance but that was never his means to an end.
If he killed for anything it was for Justice for the murder of loved ones and friends.
Many don't speak of or even know this, but back then this is what all who knew him saw.
Legally sworn Deputy William H Bonney, sworn to uphold the law.
Billy was once a bonified lawman with full authority to issue warrants and make arrests.
He could kill in the line of duty without fear of prosecution, imprisonment or arrest.
The Law Was Sworn First To The Lawman To Ultimately Serve And Protect.
Billy was one of many lawmen known as The Regulators.
They were law that Lincoln County would not soon forget.
Many today also jump to the conclusion that Bonney was Billy's birth name.
He actually didn't begin to use the name Bonney until a few years before he was slain.
Where the name Bonney came from
is still the unanswered question that continues to remain.
This issue alone has been known to drive historians insane.
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6. Billy, the Kid Part 3
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Henry McCarty (1859 – 1881)
a.k.a, Kid Antrim – ca. 1876
a.k.a., William H. Bonney – ca. 1877
Of Irish ancestry
New York-born
orphaned at 15
from his family shorn
repeatedly asking '¿Quién es?'
around midnight 14th July 1881
entering Maxwell's bedroom
their mutual friend but Billy without a gun
in Fort Sumner where by Pat Garrett
(1850 - 1908)
take my word I kid you not
age 21 sadly Henry the outlaw
in the chest was badly shot
for reputedly killing nine men
but for the posted bounty of $500
it took the Sheriff 369 days to collect
the reward promised by Governor Wallace
(1827 – 1905)
Billy don’t lose my number
No ones knows the darkness
Other than one who knows... the darkness
There is no snow
There is no white
Wings are clipped
There is no flight
Answers fly away in the air
Leaving the human heart in despair
Whiskey tumbles down the throat
No more am I the ambitious goat
Broken glass and twisted rope
Dusk invites my... my final cry
Love gave me peace for a while
Then love became ill as death hovered
Over caskets and flowers soon to be
Dancing with my dead thoughts in the open air
How do I say, I really do not care?
Seeking death and pain, a solace I wear
Angels greet those other than me
I, deserving of the dirt, you shall never see
The labyrinth of pain upon the graveyard paths
Many shall walk, yet not a one will be
Any angel that could take me to the sea
Drowning in pain, the knife sets me free
Silly Billy went along to the zoo
Right after he had the flu
That day the whole sky was blue
And he carried along his teddy Pooh
Silly Billy love walking to the park every day
He love watching the clouds in the sky,
Silly Billy was just a regular kid too
And he had a lot of friends at school like you.
Silly Billy best friends were Sue and his Pooh,
So when his parents took him to the zoo,
He was so happy to bring along his Pooh,
And show him all the places to see.
Silly Billy wanted to see everything in the zoo,
Starting with: the bears, the tigers, and all the monkeys too.
Silly Billy asked his dad to let him feed all the animals you see,
But his dad told him, he couldn't do that, 'cause that was a wrong thing to do.
Silly Billy loved all the animals in the zoo
He was so happy to have spent there the day
He had so much fun enjoying all the view
His father promised him to bring back another day.
Silly Billy went back home content with his Pooh,
He gave a big hug to his mom and his dad that day;
The day was still beautiful but was almost through
Silly Billy smiled and looked up at the sky still blue.
Silly Billy went along to the zoo
Right after he had the flu
Silly Billy went along to the zoo
With his family and his teddy Pooh.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2007
October, 5, 2014
Buttercup catfish, marmalade in spades
Math scores come in scribbles called student grades
Mutter sup fly fish, warlocks are outraged,
Path doors run in nibbles, unholy paged.
Silly verses delight in unannounced way,
Top hats and top coats, swinging in the sway
Dilly purses inspect a spectacular song
Mop heads and billy goats doing nothing wrong.
Pancakes with peanut butter, dancing on the roof.
Man makes his fun while trying to appear aloof
Friends spinning topple toys, sweet with whipping cream.
Wishes and lollipops stripe your blissful dreams.
Pink lemonade cake with marshmallow icing
Link cuckoo birds with yellow crackle slicing
Happy friendly kitten hearts sleeping in well-lit shade
This poem is for fun probably second or third grade
no (apparent) rhyme nor reason
(satisfactorily) explains academic
disposition, ideally suited
(swiftly tailor made,
and harried styled)
unflattering venomous wicked xhenemy
(fill in choicest expletive) damn cruelest
"meanies" always in season
winter, spring, summer, or autumn,
psychological rabid
bullying and teas'n,
which only exacerbated
ma deathly coffin and wheeze'n.
Avenging beastly, eagerly,
and hungry knuckleheads, rip-snorting,
analogous to Doctor Zeus
characters, vis a vis stomped,
and trampled upon my wuss
self, who appeared as
a listless, passive, puss
see footing, and
timid complex edifice
christened Matthew Scott Harris,
who regularly got pushed,
shoved, and verbally gored
in utero potential quintessential
no salvation from Unitarian lord
ugly vicious wretched
insults liberally poured
(pre snapchat, instagram,
hash-tagged age) roared
increased spell of losing measured
necessary pridefulness scored
requisite susceptibility toward
brow beating, name
calling, plus tossed
brickbats staged early life, viz
psychological schizoid state courtesy
hateful nemesis within
corporeal lodge warred.
malevolent habitués received
permanent residency thence
"green lighted" status
since birth I cannot sense
sub billy understand
(near) total recall
particularly names
no matter offense
of classmates and/
or teacher's, hence
especially dumb
founding since defense
less "boy" did not
shine as a star student
as is if he (me)
took emotional absence.
plus to add insult
to injury, my mouth
stayed hermetically shut,
near invisibility designated nut
tin beat pluperfect
"scapegoat de jure,"
such intimidation found me
feeling thrashed in the gut
where (stellar) qualifications
only made cut
ting worse, (essentially attributed
to genetically inscribed
behaviors, characteristics,
habits, et cetera)
immediately designated yours truly
most puny, and
quietest convenient but
of any atheistic, ethnic,
and/or idiotic jokes.
The Earp brothers all gathered, and stood in a row with their own large tashes
Along with Doc Holliday, thought they would give the cowboys a good bashing
Doc Holliday, under the cover of his coat; was loaded with cream buns in hand
Virgil after a quick slurp of his bun got the first shot in on Billie’s chest did land
Two buns in hand, Doc Holliday, then brought good looker, Tom McLaury down
Once down young Tom McLaury was as never again to rise up from the ground
Wyatt Earp, who owned between all the Earp brothers the bigger of the tashes
Tombstone rumour had it; it was only there to cover up one almighty of rashes
Hit Frank McLaury, with a cream chocolate éclair, who gave one, back in return
But as Frank was allergic to chocolate his wound gave him righty some concern
Ike Clanton and Billy Claiborne, young’uns who like to use butties and not buns
Both turn on their well spurred cowboy boots heels, and like hell started to run
Shot Frank McLaury, and Billy Clanton, managed to lob a few more cream buns
Virgil Earp and Brother Morgan, along with Doc Holliday they all got it in return
30 seconds later the cream bun fight of the OK Corral, was all done and dusted
Earp’s brothers with their big tashes, as the Doc had gave all they could muster
Billie Clanton, Tom as Frank McLaury were left on the ground covered in cream
Never to rise again as be a part of the badly organized notorious cowboy team
Sheriff Behan, a witness but not involved, on account he was eating his burger
Decided enough was enough, charged the Earp’s and Doc Holliday with murder
They say that day over 30 cream buns were thrown, that’s what they reckoned
In all that making it one cream bun thrown at each other, for every one second
Later on, Ike Clanton, and Billie Claiborne, returned to hand in their statements
But the Tombstone justice of peace threw the case out on grounds of mitigation
So the tashed Earp brothers Virgil, Morgan and Wyatt with the Doc walked free
Lucky for them, as it meant there would be no hangings, from the hanging tree
WHEN WILL MURDEROUS SPREES END???
An unprovoked angry, bloody,
and deadly war zone
on an unprovoked whim
dispassionately, indiscriminately,
and nonchalantly killing twelve
innocent people
with vigorous vim
subsequently,
(the lone this round gunman),
a Marine combat veteran met
similar fate tim
morosely, or with
machiavellian bravado,
once again all to soon
invoking serum
min eye zing against,
an aggressive ploy
to STOP wanton
heart wrenching mass killings
leaving grievous survivors,
friends and family
of those mowed down
teary eyed with many,
a blotchy red rim,
when a scant
few hours earlier
attendees at Border
line Bar & Grill
in Thousand Oaks
Southern California
meticulously did prim
and prep countenances nim
billy giving a final
touchup oblivious,
how soon, a dozen random
lives and limb
would be brutally
wrenched asunder,
asper an anonymous Jim
Mead self made assassin
already on record
(purportedly police
spoke with him)
last spring, he
Ian David Long, 28,
(a former machine
gunner, and Afghanistan
war veteran) did grim
lee forsake his life
amidst the
bloody carnage
again forcing Americans
love affair with guns
lessons purpose driven
existence go dim!
The duck, the dog, the chicken and I,
loved long walks along the beach.
Me with spade firm in hand,
Lick played ball in the sand.
Dip had her scarf wrapped round her head,
And Chick wore a green bainette.
Lamenting of sweet times gone by,
when Chick, Dip, Lick and I,
Would splish, splash, splosh in puddles deep,
Or fee fi fo on mountain steep.
Where Billy goats would cautiously wonder,
and trolls leap out from deep, down under.
Oh the fun times we had,
playing dress up, fighting bad.
The superheroes of the town,
me, in my bright red dressing gown.
Lick in his unique mask disguise,
Dip wearing her brand new xray eyes.
Chick flaunting a full licra suit,
as the latest MI5 recruit.
We'd scurry high, low, far and near,
from mountain top to sunny pier.
We'd often see my lonesome nan,
who'd bake the best, homemade flan.
I'd guzzle the berries placed on top,
Lick would chomp on fresh cream clot.
Dip feasted on the almond base,
And Chick enjoyed the pastry case.
Then on we'd hed to Nancy's green,
for a kick about beside the Dean.
We'd paddle round the great big lake,
in a dinghy boat, eight by eight.
Until it was then time for tea,
when all the young children flee
Back home to mama's warm, fresh bread,
mutton soup and cabbage head.
To help me grow up good and strong,
and bulk me up for summers long.
Then I'd lie all sleepy by my friends,
and tell stories till the daylight ends.
Tales of dragons, beasts and vast adventure,
of the duck, the dog, the chicken and I.
08.19.2020