A cowboy, and his horse with no name,
One day rode into town, seeking fame.
Where he shot the town marshal,
But it was only partial.
Now the lawman's new horse is named flame.
5 / 5 / 2022.
Sponsor Joseph May.
For the contest. A Cowboy Limerick.
High Noon.
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Categories:
marshal, america, conflict, death, men,
Form: Limerick
The points I heard them marshal
Made them Plainly Partial
And The Decidedly Racial …
Quarters intended ‘Residential’
Treated like Files Confidential;
The structures for The Influential,
Mode of rent non-sequential …
Lessors’ hearts Loveless Chambers,
Their fiery eyes Indignant Embers,
The Disfavored taking for Tennis Balls,
Their lips for undisguised name calls …
Not unlike The Spatial
To breed The Racial or Partial
To The Abyss sending The Spirit Social.
Categories:
marshal, identity, jealousy, people, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
Each time, he clumsily drank,
Rapidly shrank:
Increasing glasses of burning whisky
He knew was risky.
Then, twice ‘Pitiless Rum’ he tried
And up he dried
A mackerel, from head-to-tail fried!
Like a plant to soon wilt
At a stand still; did tilt…
Now, exceedingly poor,
His company forcing on a family of four,
He had the Lord God to thank,
Each time, he half-filled his tank.
But it has nothing changed
And his life not re-arranged:
In drinking quarters, of Field Marshal Rank
Which I heard and my heart sank.
God! A man by choice bat-blind,
Straight up to his mind?
To all others perfectly behind
While a perfect wristwatch he does wind…
Alcohol Field Marshal,
Whom to ‘Positive Change’ could brave an “I shall”.
Categories:
marshal, addiction, character, desire, health,
Form: Rhyme
You are the lip, she the nose, I the throat
old or new, none is keen on the age
to stay as one mind is a huge coat
the hurt from any stone we can manage
even if we are many for the boat
to us, Life is open for patronage
we do not sink but stay atop to float
all to make it out of an orphanage
a weak chic may fall deep down in the port
all hang to help even if it is to import
dusk to dawn, we will give our support
no need for any to be racial
no need to feel less or more when social
we are one with no need for a marshal.
Categories:
marshal, life, together,
Form: Sonnet