Long Holliday Poems
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“You’re a daisy if you do.”
Doc Holliday
ITs THREE O CLOCK AND ITs O K
the local joke
a triple homicide
in thirty seconds
can see pale faces
through the coffin glass ~
too many face consequences
Wyatt, Morgan, Virgil, Doc Holliday,
spray bullets and jargon
at the famed Cowboys
Billy Clanton, Tom and Frank McLaury ~
pushing up daisies
buried at Boot Hill
it’s grave
Holliday and the Earps
will have to answer
for their fame
Big Nose Kate, the local prostitute
slept with Doc
and Sheriff Wyatt had his common law
wife - she kept her life private ~
Tombstone, Arizona infamous!
3/9/2023
I see your mane, in each passing cloud,
the smoky stallion’s poll to the withers,
its giddyup and gallop, at midday peak,
in this arid Tucson where cowboys trod.
On the open road, contented and sleepy,
I see the shadows that form like a blanket
over the mountains with their historic shapes -
points, arches, dips and waves corral me.
I see the buckets, saguaros, prickly-pears,
organ pipes, and stunning cacti blooms.
They pass me by in the wilderness, and
as I stroll the slithering dessert paths.
Smiling big on Tombstone’s dusty Allen street,
I look extra short, arm in arm with handsome
cowboys, in Cochise County, romanticising
the OK Corral, the Earps and Doc Holliday.
Modern Tubac with exuberant colors,
its crafts captivate and decorate
most homes North of Mexico’s border.
Turquoise Angel with Roses’ paintings, endearing.
Back in her Green Valley home - my relative
displays art from all over the world.
Her home showcases an adventurous past
and the calm and love of Jesus Christ.
3/9/2023
In a movie entitled, Tombstone, Wyatt Earp said to Doc Holliday, "All right. let's finish it". To which Doc Holliday replied, "Indeed sir. The last charge of Wyatt Earp and his immortals". I'd say that Earp's immortals were well equipped to bring about a reckoning against the 'cowboys', but not immortal enough to live forever.
Yes, I believe in immortality, not of the human body, but of the human spirit. The body returns to dust from whence it came. Until God's appointed time, the spirit awaits a spiritual body suited for it to live eternally with The Lord. He who made the first terrestrial body of mortal man knows how and when to give to us a celestial body.
It is interesting to me that angels have the ability to transit in and out of the heavenly realm with their apparently immortal bodies. There is much we do not know, but I take great delight in knowing that a new body awaits me; one that is not subject to sickness, disease, or viruses; one indestructible, whose body parts never need replacement, and never deteriorate by aging.
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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
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She starred as a waitress who was always jolly.
She was very talented and her name was Polly.
I wonder if she realized that 'Alice' would become such a big hit.
Her famous catchphrase in all of her episodes was "kiss my grits".
It's not surprising that she had fame.
She perished and it's a damn shame.
When it came to Polly becoming famous, she certainly did not fail.
She also starred in a few episodes of 'Home Improvement' as well.
She had many fans and they all loved to see her star as Flo.
She has died at the age of 88 because it was her time to go.
[Dedicated to Polly Holliday (1937-2025) who died on September 9, 2025]
Up the ladder to a place
Show me the way
Lead me to piano swing
Rhythm light into music rise
Inspire me
Set the night tone of music
Piano keys with the touch here and there
Suddenly a ballet coming together
Oh yeah JAZZ
Stepping from Midtown to Uptown
Harlem ways
Entertainment like no other
Music intensifying the moment
Desire
Excuse me Young Lady
Sing like Billie Holliday
Move like Tina Turner
Be confident like Patti LaBelle
Ivories take control
Prove to all the dancers and lovers
Bring in the flavor of Then and Now
Excitement of oh wow
Piano shine
Talent combined
Open up
The dance floor needs an overture
Drink up
Entertainment every night
Piano Spotlight
All eyes
Play all night
Mellow and slow
Dancers being close
Lovers with a score
Don’t want the night to end
Piano setting the right Blend
Piano dreams
A could be
The club lights are slowly dimming
A night’s end
Goodness done
Pass me a cigarette and light up
Good Morning
How was your night?
Jazzy thought
All that Jazz
Some modern folks, when they hear his name,
will roll their eyes and look ashamed,
thinking the cowboy is uncivilized,
with his hats, and guns, and round-up rides.
That somehow they are beyond the stuff,
to good for the wild, and the rough,
following some unwritten ‘elite’ law,
suppressing the urge to shout ‘yee-haw!’
But I think when it all is said and done,
cowboys are truly made of awesome…
Riding swift across the wide-open plains,
coat flapping behind like your horse’s mane,
maneuvering a large and panicked herd,
turning a stampede with iron nerves,
rough-hewn men cooking by the firelight,
coyote chorus yips through the night,
knowing that for all the wind and grit,
it sure beats sitting in an office.
A battered hat worth more than any pearl,
grabs the attention of the cowgirls,
boots that announce you in any room,
be you a mere hand, or fancy bride-groom.
Leather vests that dress up any shirt,
and somehow can even make fringe"work,
a bandana or a wild rag,
with a thousand uses, not a mere fad.
The tell-tale jangle comes from your spurs,
vast coat made out of buffalo fur.
Square-dance, line-dance, twirl a girl around,
to fiddle and steel guitar’s sound,
campfire songs to entertain the kids,
harmonicas to sing the blues with,
teaching the folks to throw a lasso,
then breaking out tricks with swirling rope.
Living life by a strong honor code,
one that good people would do well to know.
Wyatt Earp and his famous revenge ride,
Masterson cut Dodge City down to size,
Doc Holliday gambling with a death wish,
Billy the Kid, criminal, yet tragic,
Wild Bill holding those aces & eights,
and old Kit Carson, out blazing the way,
Buffalo Bill brought the people a dream,
and who can forget, the legend Bass Reeves?
A six-gun at ready, holster right side,
the lines of a Winchester, ever sublime.
Ranches that sprawl on mountain and prairie,
riding the trails where man can breath free,
rampaging rodeo, those guns are fun,
and damn can those barrel-racers run!
Living out of doors, by both skill and luck,
be it on a horse or a pick-up truck,
It’s clear that when all is said and done,
that cowboys are truly made of awesome.
"This is funny"— Doc Holliday
A cowboy’s whispering
a devil may care response?
I give as good as I get
Doc Holliday gave his services,
saved a lawman from sure calamity
brave, never a streak of yellow
perchance it was his caustic wit,
a humorous bite, and sense of humor
as dry as the dust
I am your huckleberry
do or bust!
At the Ok Corral
horse’s trotting
horse neighs, grunts
a nickel plated pistol fires
the infamous gun fight prior
what’s not to admire?
Cavalier as Doc may be,
a baptized sinner’s gunslinger
who’d specialize in dentistry
at a time when a bottle of whiskey
and a pair of pliers were the tools of the trade
he gave and gave
"Best set of teeth in gold"
claims he and partner
and true it was awarded and to showcase
annually at the County Fair, praise oh praise!
Tuberculosis
the death of him
the “White Death” shall soon take its toll
coughing spells untimely discourse dispels
a recourse to gambling after all
dexterities hold steadfast
Faro, a master’s game
no real family but the wild and woolly west
when shooting it out its life or death
Or knives be it
the heart bleeds, its beats slowly
as the lungs fill with unrepentant decay
a dagger's stabbing pain
The sulfurous waters
the distant wind yearns and blows
like the drums of passion,
a harpsicord ominous,
an urgent cello
exposing desert sands
it reveals one’s true nature
an inherent caliber it shall define
For every sinner there is comfort in knowing
there is forgiveness divine
to err is human and in the depths of our sins
the light will shine
so it shall be for him
I always figured I'd meet my fate someday
with my boots on…
but in the end
in his bed
boots off
I really kept no score
Yet the signal contest wore
Give us your best, give us more
Let the bore of your gun be forty four
A no holds barred Wild West contest
Gunning for the heart in our chest
Some wore a bulletproof vest
Shot in head, laid to rest
Out in the open, no refuge
Gun equalises small and huge
Some contestants used subterfuge
Single bullet more potent than a deluge
Doc Holliday legend was dying of cancer
Long barrelled 44 had all the answers
Lighting fast was flicker of trigger
Steely eyes that did not waver
23-April-2021
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