Dull endless sights and slow restless nights
Oh the magnitude stifles the eyes
Parboiled schemes and tar soiled dreams
Soon your rifle attitude replies
Quick Draw McGraw, we know, you've done it all
That means your temper is semper tonight
You're so quick on the draw, how quickly they fall
When each night in some bar room you fight
Your throttle's in red, beer bottles and lead
Slinging bullets and bottles of brew
One's quicker with lead, and you find yourself dead
Just a stranger that nobody knew
This is a true story
Vegetable !
I could read this word.
Vegetable !
Because of Mary Lou Redd, Reading Specialist Baltimore Public Schools
I was age 10, reading---
Vegetable.
Prior to, I added my own words to the printed page.
My stories,
not Mcgraw-Hill.
Mary Lou made magic.
Saving children from a lifetime of ignorance, shame and lies.
Vegetable!
Rememberring my first steps that day,
I cried, proudly... .
VEGETABLE .....
all on my own.
Thank you, Ms. Mary Lou.
Desire balanced fulfilled
climax flight tolerance you
leave out on your Chinook
my breath within the wings
of the craft you are my mind
my sight my mind focused
hanger four we load the
cargo saying goodbye why
I cannot fathom I only whisper
sit down buckle your belt
and kiss me we shall meet
on the other side of the world
dance with me one more time
sing to me let's live like we
are dying cuddle me as
we embrace Tim mcgraw
lyrics I shall always remember
you when this air craft falls
on the wings of love my dove
Peppermint Christmas angels were doing the cha cha cha.
“What else can you do?” Asked a pinecone name of McGraw.
We can do the petootsie dance, and we can tease our maw.
“What else can you do?” asked a prissy critical macaw.
“We can twirl and spin, and we can make delicious coleslaw.
We can play racquetball and we can spot an editorial flaw.
We can peel potatoes in a fancy way if you get them raw.
We are pretty talented,” said the angels, and we can draw.”
Kitty McGraw was on the run with her pa.
They had robbed all the cat nip out of St. McClaw.
Sheriff Tee declared it was a draw
After he drew a gun on the two name of McGraw.
He had an audience now, lots of felines to impress.
She was wearing a holster and pistol over her dress!
The ladies in the audience fell into a swoon.
Sheriff Tee winked at her pa, sitting on steps to saloon.
They are evil, these two monsters, sheriff added to boast.
Pretending they were the worst while Kitty ate her toast.
In actuality, he knew them pretty well secretly.
For they were cousins of his, living most discreetly.
Kitty came out blazing; sheriff looked silly.
A bragging hillbilly.
In a regular year, there’d be galas and balls
And we’d watch little snips on the news,
But since things are on hold and all protocol falls,
One big party was set for our views.
On a virtual stage, with Tom Hanks the M.C.,
It was concert and feel-good event;
Meant to unify all, it was, we’d all agree,
A warm welcome to our president.
Jon Bon Jovi, John Legend, Foo Fighters and Bruce,
Tim McGraw, Katy Perry and more
Sang with passion and joy, quite enough to produce
All the hope we need Joe to restore.
Former presidents banded together and spoke.
There were excerpts from speeches and poems
And a focus on all of those everyday folk
Who allowed us to stay in our homes.
At the end there were fireworks lighting the sky
While the mask-wearing Bidens looked on,
So symbolic and moving no one could deny
Such relief the old tenants were gone.
Here lies the body shot to hell
Of the gunslinger Tim McGraw
Quick on the trigger, all can tell
He was awful slow on the draw
11-16-20
Contest: Quat-Ro your Four Line
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Cash, Willie, Cline, and a
Coal Miner’s daughter sang
Classics with "Dolly" twang.
Crossover Taylor Swift,
Conway with Twitty wit,
Clint Black, Garth, Strait, McGraw,
Carrie, Blake: Love them all!
Oct. 14, 2020
for Joseph May's Pleiades 2 Poetry Contest
Some things said at funerals
are so surprising
’tis a wonder the deceased
doesn't start rising.
“He was the most honest of men,”
one speaker did assert.
But more than one listener
to Dirty Dick had lost a shirt.
“He always told the truth,"
his minister opted to claim.
But his long-time tax adviser
knew his lies were a shame.
“He didn’t speak ill of a soul,"
his doctor told the crowd.
But dozens he had smeared
disagreed openly and aloud.
Thus proceeded the funeral
of Dirty Dick McGraw.
All agreed it was a sham,
praise for a man they never saw.
There is a message in this tale
all would do well to observe.
Speak a eulogy honest and true—
one the departed would deserve.
Here rests unlucky Peter Mcgraw
He was struck down dead by a meteor,
All of his life he'd had no luck,
He'd still be here, if he'd just looked up.
Wow, it's a heat seeking missile
Always first to blow the whistle
Amazingly speedy on the draw
Faster than Quick Draw McGraw
No poem has the chance to linger
Not with that itchy trigger finger
Hurry, hurry, no time to wait
Gotta get out of the starting gate
But the first to cross the finish line
is always the winner, Einstein.
New of sadness once again heard,
another hero gone.
Ya Gotta Believe were his famous words,
from Tug McGraw's throne.
No other could where the crown,
what a ball he could throw.
Not a better pitcher to be found,
all of his fans do know.
A hope and courage award you received,
a warrrior and fighter.
We'll never forget, Y a Gotta Believe,
you've made our stadium brighter.
Now you're life is put to rest,
God show him his path please.
This great man has passed the test,
in 1980 he won the world series.
Wei'll say goodbye, to this one so tall,
in our eyes we see.
God made his call to Tug McGraw,
remember, "Ya Gotta Believe.
Frank Edwin was his real name.
This southpaw went on to garner fame.
With great accomplishments and few regrets,
he became the closer for the New York Mets.
This native of Martinez, California
finished his baseball playing career in Philadelphia.
He is indelibly etched in Phillies fans’ memories
when he struck out Willie Wilson in the World Series.
That was in the magical season of 1980.
What a colorful act on the mound he was to see.
Unfortunately, Tug is not around anymore.
He sadly passed away back in 2004.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
Days out there are just like everywhere, it's summer time
Do your worst time on earth and flip it right
Sounds are clear its like another ear
Another sight
A long time ago I knew a girl
And those days were mine
You can lay safely here
I'll face your every fear
I'll fight a lion
I know we're all young at heart
But we have numbered days
Let's pray they all last long
I hope when heaven shelters me
You'll be singin next to me
Maybe some Tim Mcgraw
I'm just relayin what the voice in
my head is sayin
So don't take this wrong.
I havent forgot that I loved you
But the feelings gone
Some things you never forget,
some things just stick
like how about our first kiss?
And think back to when
we’d drive around on back roads
with nowhere to go
just your hand to hold
Oh, but now every thought of us is slipping like sand
Never knew lying and forgetting went hand-in-hand
How did you throw away
all the dreams that we made?
Just let them go to waste
We may have been young
but that's no excuse
to forget about the way
it was for me and you
Been so long, maybe my facts are wrong
but if I recall Tim McGraw sang our song
Think we used to say "I love you"
Or maybe I'm just a little bit confused
Didn't we carve our forever up in that tree?
Guess no one remembers but me
You might just think I'm plain crazy,
But my memory of you is the one thing that isn't fading
Been so long, maybe my facts are wrong
The past gets muddled so easily
When no one remembers but me
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