Long Holliday Poems

"Again... I apologize but threefold times                             ...

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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,...

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In a movie entitled, Tombstone, Wyatt Earp said to Doc Holliday,                        ...

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A BLESSED CHRISTMAS FOR ALL WITH POETRY SOUP

Dear Caren, Andrea, Cay Cay, Carolyn and Jan
Rico, Arturo, Paul and Chris, all of you are the same 
Excellent  poets, together with, Gordon, Duke and Line
Each of...

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they body shame
they spew hate posts dipped
in virulent venom
vehemence for the voluptuous
crazy mad about the curves
mocking the well stocked
where do they get all the hate
wait!!!
they manufacture it
burning off calories
they work themselves into
hate hysteria
zero sized is...

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Doc Holliday truly amazing
Sick to death and two six guns blazing
Though his blasting appeared not to be phasing
The calmness of his gelding equine’s grazing

This be the glory, how the west was won
By house of ill...

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HAPPY HOLLIDAYS
~~~~~*~~~~~

Storms in summer not nice!
Torrents falling as solid ice!
Holliday makers pay the price,
indoors now, must sadly suffice.

Oh no, lightning and thunder,
made this holiday a blunder.

Stuck indoors not on the agenda
Altercations, yes! I do so...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Doc Holliday Bites the Dust

By Elton Camp

Doc Holliday’s depicted as a vicious killer
But his actual life was much less of a thriller
Not in the West, but in Georgia he was born
By a classical education his...

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The greatest gift I ever got, came with a year that definitely was not.
Health costs and a scam had emptied everyone’s pot.
The tree was bare with nothing to hand out…
And my son had to work...

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There is no Sunday west of St. Louis
And no God that’s west of Ft. Smith—
So says the frontier adage that’s truest
And confirms the last Old West myth.

Wild Bill Hickok had him a dead man’s hand—
They...

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I wasn't there to hear the choir
though once I sang with them,
but I still think of Holliday
at closing--cadence coming up
and his conducting stern, impassive
just as always
with the same authority,
demanding and receiving 
absolute attention,
pulling them along...

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 No choice babe you stand and fight,
or run with tail tucked in out of sight,
stand up, a straight left might,
like ole Clint Eastwood duck the right!

 Sounds very much like us Aussies, mate:)...

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The Darkness at Noon

Tombstone never looked so good
With doomsday coming down 
On the dusty Arizona town
The OK Corral near by 
The Clanton-McLaury gang on hand
With no one else about
The Earp boys in the wings
Thinking things...

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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...

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What’ll you do if I’m far away?
You’ll do the same as me.
You’ll wish we could be together,
As close as we could be.

Am I so far away?
Am I not in your heart?
Does our love fade away...

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Pencil in hand I gaze at the paper
Thinking of what I would say
What words will still a sad heart
Now you're so far away

Thinking of the good times
When life was full of fun
All I have are...

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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...

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full bodied women
tantalize senses like wine
delightful to taste

cushions of comfort
everywhere soft to the touch
more luxuriance 

curvaceous can charm
sexy is as sexy does:
get size wise, people!

Eileen Manassian

Footnote:
This is a repost of a deleted poem. I am...

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Bygones are again beginning.
Big Nose Kate and Doc Holliday
bang and toss China plates,
bothering my ears with their
blooming Southern inhospitality.

Bedbugs, I never want em,
because they bite in the night
bedsits' in Birmingham Alabama
big red marks on my...

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