Hey there fella, buy a fella a...(Uhh)...a drink?
I got me somethin' to say...Oh...thank you Pardner...you saved my life!
(AAH!)...(burp!)
You might not believe it...but I used to be...(Yawn!)...FAMOUS!
I helped clean up Tombstone with Wyatt (BURP!)...Scuse me!...EARP!
Once I swapped lead with Wild Bill (HICCUP!)... Bill (HICCUP!)...Wild Bill (HICCUP!)...HICKOCK!!!
I sang for the James Gang like a jailbird sings for...(Uhh!)...Smoke!
Hell, I even...dallied Cala...mity...(YAWN!)...jane...
I road her like Sea (zzzzz!)...like sea (zzzzz!)...bis...quit!
That's right...fella...I done...it all...and I...could tell...you...a...thing...or...(ZZZZZ!)
By myself, I walk alone
But you and I can make a home
Get to know me day by day
As I will you, we'll find our way
Unplanned for, the exciting kind
Unexpected, then you find
Your pardner, so much to discuss
It both ends and starts with us
Once upon a time
In a land not far away
Two people started playing
One hoped for a someday
He'd met his perfect pardner
With her he saw himself
He realized that he loved her
But kept it in on the shelf
Then one day he told her
Of a dream he'd had by chance
He played guitar, she sang a song
It was all about romance
A picnic in a meadow
A place called Lake Annecy
*He proposed to her at sunset
And there she married me*
*The part he never told her
I love you little Bluebird
Of that you can be sure
And of and all about you
I want to know much more
Referring not to physical
I love the who you are
Pardner, soul mate, perfect match
In those you're my rock star
I know this may sound simple
It's certainly not deep
But I send kisses every night
Before I go to sleep
I dream of us together
All things with you engage
Of quiet weekends writing songs
Then crushing them onstage
I also play that silly game
She loves me, loves me not
I just make sure the flower petals
Always number odd
I never understood when told
How love could be so grand
But then you sang into my life
Now I understand
Fly now Bluebird, on your way
While I'll still hope for that someday
I understand and it's okay
There's things you'd rather no more say
Nothing changes on my end
You'll always be my pardner, friend
Of you I'll dream, you can depend
I'll write you things but won't hit send
I'll store them in my heart's bookcase
'Til I can say them to your face
A future time, some other place
I'll keep on filling up that space
Please worry not, I'll see this through
A tear may fall but I'll make do
And when the sky turns sunset blue
Know that I will think of you
Your presence is with me wherever I go
Thoughts of you constantly, all in a row
We're always together, always somewhere
Sharing a moment...and a kiss here and there
The things that you like I want to like too
I may never do them the way that you do
But I'll give them a try...teach me to knit
Books that you've read, classics, chick lit
I'm open to anything, I want you to be
My pardner in everything, right next to me
The first thing we'll do is the thing we like best
We'll sit with a sunset, then do all the rest
Walk with me a little while
Look right at me with your smile
I'm lonely and I want you here
I long to see and have you near
A true companion, she is you
My chosen pardner in all I do
All means all, no thing left out
Only with, never without
Even things that may seem small
But like I said, all means all
And oh, how I would make you laugh
Anything for my better half
I come unscripted, unrehearsed
You're the chorus, I'm the verse
And always I will put you first...
And maybe you'd consider this,
If I made you laugh, a little kiss?
Think of me as the friend
You want others to be
Despite my special interest here
That goes beyond just tea
I'll always keep it quiet
I have to as I know
But that doesn't mean we can't share things
That friends do without show
We can have our private book club
And weave and wend our way
Through different kinds of literature
From novels to bouquets
Crosswords, Connections, Wordle
I love to play them all
With my favorite, coolest pardner
No challenge is too small
Music was the catalyst
The commencement of a dream
That started several years ago
While being on a team
And since the time that happened
I've come to love alot
My priceless, precious, bluebird
The one true friend I've got
Pick a book I'll read it
Any one will do
I always want to have something
That I can do with you
Montgomery, Smith, and Tolstoy
Weren't too complex
But didn't you say Shakespeare,
Was who you wanted next?
How'd you do on Wordle?
It was pretty hard today
Oh, I see you got it
Three tries? What can I say?
How about Sunday's crossword,
Do you have some time for it?
I'll go across and you go down
'Til it's finished, we won't quit
Need song ideas? I'll pick some
Then you decide which ones
I'll play anything you want
I'll take it as it comes
All I'm trying to tell you
Is for me it means so much
That you would do things with me
And share a common touch
Of things enjoyed together
That we both like to do
Like two birds of a feather
I'm the red and you're the blue
Please don't leave me sweetheart
I don't know what I'll do
I'll be good I promise
I won't write those for you
I want to know your schedule
And tell you what I do
I want to write you poems
That speak of my love true
I want to play you love songs
Sans words, just from my heart
I want to dream of Annecy
Where we'd never be apart
I want to still do crosswords
My pardner, tried and true
I need your downs to help me
I won't do them without you
I want to have our book club
To share our thoughts and run
Down literary pathways
Together, two as one
I want to be your right hand
In everything you do
In worship, projects, everything
I'll be there for you
All to say I love you
And for you do I long
I just can't seem to help it
You've become my heart's love song
lost in the
wild west riding
into town
gunslinger
trigger finger
meet the best
and go down
local saloon
I found clarity
with a girl flirt
said her name was
"Charity"
I told her
I would give
until it hurt
and charitable
she was...
with a howdy miss
gave her a kiss
just north of
her garter county
line she said how
about you grab
that garter
pardner
ride this filly
to the triple crown
you tasted
the best now
I expect you
to go down
The Lone Ranger came to visit me last night.
He was perfect, his shiny six-guns hanging
on his hip, and the mask (to protect his real identity!)
"Howdy!" I said; "Hiya, pardner!" he replied,
and I motioned for him to take a seat. "No thanks,"
he groaned, "I think I'll stand, been in the saddle
now for going on three days!"
There were so many questions on my mind.
How come he always got the bad guy, and rode
off into the sunset in a swirling cloud of dust,
and how come you never saw the blood?
Things were less complicated then, he mused,
not like now where everything's so realistic,
so there's nothing left for people to imagine;
then he disappeared without a trace...
He's still my hero.
These days everyone's part good part bad,
so that the line is harder to find.
It was easier when men wore white and rode
high up in the saddle. The good guy always
grabbed the glory, and the girl, then he
disappeared in a cloud of dust with a hearty
"Hi ho Silver, away!!"
********
...an exercise suggested in a poetry primer I read.
'**********visited me last night,' (you fill in the blank!)
The Lone Ranger came to visit me last night...
He was perfect, his shiny six-guns
hanging from his hip, and the mask
to protect his real identity.
"Howdy!" I said; "Hiya, pardner!" he replied,
and I motioned for him to take a seat. "No thanks,"
he groaned, "I think I'll stand, been in the saddle
now for going on three days!"
There were so many questions on my mind.
How come he always got the bad guy, and rode
off into the sunset with a flourish and a smile,
and how come you never saw the blood?
Things were less complicated then, he mused,
not like now where everything's so realistic,
so there's nothing left for people to imagine;
then he disappeared without a trace...
He's still my hero.
These days everyone's part good part bad,
so that the line is hard to find.
It was easier when men wore white and rode
high up in the saddle. The good guy always
grabbed the glory, then disappeared
in a cloud of dust with a hearty
"Hi ho Silver, away!!"
The Lone Ranger came to visit me last night.
He was perfect, his shiny six-guns hanging
on his hip, and the mask (to protect his real identity!)
"Howdy!" I said; "Hiya, pardner!" he replied,
and I motioned for him to take a seat. "No thanks,"
he groaned, "I think I'll stand, been in the saddle
now for going on three days!"
There were so many questions on my mind.
How come he always got the bad guy, and rode
off into the sunset with a flourish and a smile,
and how come you never saw the blood?
"Things were less complicated then," he mused,
not like now where everything's so realistic,
so there's nothing left for people to imagine;"
then he disappeared without a trace...
He's still my hero.
These days everyone's part good part bad,
so that the line is hard to find.
It was easier when men wore white and rode
high up in the saddle. The good guy always
grabbed the glory, then disappeared
in a cloud of dust with a hearty
"Hi Ho Silver, away!!"
The Lone Ranger came to visit me last night.
He was perfect, his shiny six-guns hanging
on his hip, and the mask (to protect his real identity!)
"Howdy!" I said; "Hiya, pardner!" he replied,
and I motioned for him to take a seat. "No thanks,"
he groaned, "I think I'll stand, been in the saddle
now for going on three days!"
There were so many questions on my mind.
How come he always got the bad guy, and rode
off into the sunset, his mission now completed,
and how come you never saw the blood?
Things were less complicated then, he mused,
not like now where everything's so realistic,
so there's nothing left for people to imagine;
then he disappeared without a trace...
He's still my hero.
These days everyone's part good part bad,
so that the line is hard to find.
It was easier when men wore white and rode
high up in the saddle. The good guy always
grabbed the glory, then he disappeared
in a cloud of dust with a hearty
"Hi ho Silver, away!!"
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