big puffy clouds
rarely seen; a Georgia high
soul returns to spacious place
Green Valley mountain
when it's red it’s time to drink
On a high; these puffy clouds
back in Georgia heat
green leaves love this Summer treat
sky eyes are dry; not a drop
Green Valley cacti
more than a drop of sunrise
in its tequila dry heat
I visit not move
to the Senora Desert
it creeps with dreadful shadows
Georgia has its own
familiar coyote, fox
so I’ll stay where I belong
dusty the old West
drunks, soiled doves, shootouts, Cowboys
you can still walk Tombstone streets
bawdy brothels lined
Collins Street back in the day
Georgia had its fill of sins
Categories:
shootouts, america, home, travel,
Form: Sedoka
Sand castles we built
To live in,
Sticks we cut off
To frame shootouts
Yawning, our trademark
In both sun and moon,
Responsibility not but nought
Worries, a million miles lost
That Vile beast, Time
Seperating us with the
Stings of the dreadful society
Defining our reality for us
Sand castles we build no more
Sticks we cut no more
Yawnings, extremely streamlined
Responsibilities, self inflicted crosses
Turning days of bliss
And nights of peace
To periods of senselessness
Little wonder the creator says
"Man's wisdom is foolishness"
Categories:
shootouts, kid, men, nature,
Form: Blank verse
Dadd's tied up at work son, so he'll be late for din-din
But why is Daddy tied up, was he captured by a bunch of Injuns
Didn't he bring his sixshooter
Those Injuns don't own computers
All they know are shootouts and scalping civilians
Categories:
shootouts, hilarious,
Form: Limerick
Old Cowboys, forts and shootouts
Black for bad and White for good
With a spinning canvas background
And cactus cutouts made of wood
The desert sits behind them
Fifty yards away at most
The heroes don't ride horses
They sip drinks and sit and boast
About their celluloid adventures
singing songs all dressed in white
While behind them in the background
The stunt men do it right
A canvas background rotates
Through valleys, hills and streams
While the hero rides his deck chair
And the director yells and screams
Central casting fills the tribes out
With Italians, and made up stock
While our hero stops an avalanche
Of fake paper covered rocks
Cardboard Cut out Cactus
And heroes smiling in the sun
Most have never seen a cowpoke
Let alone shot off a gun
But, it's magic when it's finished
the dusters up there on the screen
All the fakery and snake oil
Are all hidden, never seen
The white hats beat the black hats
The hero sings and gets the girl
And the background on the spindle
Is still spinning, watch it whirl
A celluloid adventure
Cowboys no where close to what they were
But..watch the next show for a nickel
And don't forget your spurs!!!
Categories:
shootouts, america, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
Dave made a comment about his cowboy boots so I simply had to weave this joke into a little narrative
An elderly couple moved to Texas and the old man had always wanted some cowboy boots
Guess he dreamed of being a cowboy and getting involved in shootouts
So he buys the boots and walks into the kitchen wearing them like a prize
He asks his wife if she notices anything different but she says nothing
He gets a bit annoyed, goes off and strips naked except for the boots
‘Notice anything different now?’ he says to his wife
She looks down at him and says…
‘What’s different – its hanging down today.. it was hanging down yesterday and it will be again tomorrow’.
Well he’s not too happy and says ’and do you know why it’s hanging down?’
‘No’ she says
‘It’s hanging down because it’s looking at my new cowboy boots’
She doesn’t change her expression and replies
‘Shoulda bought a hat dear, you shoulda bought a hat’
Hope it raises a smile!
Jan Allison
18th August 2014
Categories:
shootouts, clothes, for him, humorous,
Form: Narrative