Short Dallas Poems
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Literary Achilles
writer of the sword
Legions cry
chariots fly
—blood in every word
(Dallas Texas: June, 2018)
A
lasting
requiem-
music to the
soul
Tribute to Christian writer/muscians eg Graham Kendrick/Stuart Townend/Dallas Holm
i once knew a bull from Dallas
who wanted to live in a palace
he tried everything
to be crowned king
and drink from a golden chalice
Behind a broad fence
A grassy knoll in Dallas
Lone sniper waited
Changed the course of history
Possibly went scot-free, too.
June 14, 2021
There was a shyster from Dallas
whose lies were full of malice.
He groped the wrong girl
whose anger unfurled.
So now, they call him Alice.
light pink suit
splatters of blood
secret service men climbing into motorcade
Dallas Texas
November 22, 1963
some of us will never be the same
Much Malice in Dallas
What opponents did do in Dallas,
Caused such a Seahawk paralysis;
Game abored;
Hardly scored;
Then they left with much malice.
Jim Horn
Dallas Cowboy's Secret Weapon:
Romo
Mojo
Florida State's Heisman Winner:
Famous
Jameis
Blind Sider
Big Mike
Tough strike
August 18, 2014
Route 66ish No 8
An intuitive artist from Dallas
was witty, creative, yet callous,
he made sculptures from wood
that most understood
except one that looked just like a phallus!
Football Footles
Dallas Cowboy's Secret Weapon:
Romo
Mojo
Florida State's Heisman Winner:
Famous
Jameis
Blind Sider
Big Mike
Tough strike
August 18, 2014
Impossible to stifle
the firing of a 7 foot
German Rifle
the Heat couldn't stop Dirk
from putting
in work
Congratulations to the 2011 NBA Champions
Dallas Mavericks
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Steel towers gleam gold
Trinity River whispers~
hot wind hums through wires,
a lone bull's shadow stretching
across the restless concrete.
She looked up at the blue green Dallas lights,
Sparkling in the warm night air,
Blowing across her face.
What perfect lives they must lead in those lights,
While she sells her soul,
For one more tiny rock.
Things beyond description
Deemed poetic lay….
‘A golden oak
On an October day’
‘The perfect form
Of a cresting wave’
‘The laughter of toddlers
As they run and play’
‘A Mozart concerto
—in its timeless way’
(Dallas Texas: June, 2018)
of Babylon it's written
of Rome it is said
of Athen's glory it's recounted
of Egypt's pharaohs long dead
Anaheim's alive
Dallas, dynamic
Phoenix is rising
Portland is panoramic
we pay homage to what was; overlook what glistens, the aerodynamic
Chapters by Brett Young and Gavin DeGraw
Hell of a View by Eric Church
All of Me by John Legend
Rise up by Andra Day
Let’s Do it Again by J boog
On Tonight by Chase Rice
Timeless by Dallas Smith
The sound of a million dreams by David Nail
Everywhere by Chase Rice
Dallas
baking sun
water shortage
July temps record highs
Houston
heat wave
closes stores
cities shut down
threatens emergency
standstill
Texas
Governor
produces water
from big limestone boulder
they wish!
Written July 18, 2022
A politician from a town outside Dallas
is cruel corrupt, mean and callous
He takes funding from schools
builds his friends swimming pools
and buys antiques to furnish his palace
A STRAND (1072)'
Sponsor: Brian Strand
First Place Winner
2/12/22
Written 2/11/22
With a tattoo of Dallas on one breast
She decided she wanted another
After a while she made a decision
To get a tattoo of Paris on the other!
A few weeks later at the Mardi gras
With no help from panels or committees
She decided to rip off her blouse
And show everybody her cities!
Comic
faces smiling.
Maniacal laughter
echoing deep inside the head.
Terror.
This poem was inspired by Cindy Sherman's Untitled #425, a chromogenic color print from 2004. This print was seen at the Dallas Museum of Art, which is currently hosting a Cindy Sherman retrospective until June 9, 2013.
Washboard and spoons
Guitar and drums
Accordion
Getting together
With the band
A moment not about skin
But about soul
A party not about race
But about rhythm
Take a stand
(or perhaps a dance)
Against hate
Yell a little
Prance a little
Live, love a lot
Making music
While joining hands
Robert Petit,
sounds great mate,
used 2 be a bouncer once,
but that was back awhile,
wake up with some tartly tart,
to escape with half a smile.
Poe was he the raven guy,
with the bust of pallas,
who nevermore was unsure,
struck oil down there in Dallas ....
yes im being infantile?
Don
Kennedy didn’t die in Dallas
And Elvis lives outside of Memphis
You see they got sick of the guff
And took identities that were good enough
So if you see an impersonator in their act
Looking good as a matter of fact
It may be the real deal
Hiding in plain sight comfortably real.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Morning has come to the Lower East Side
I get ready for the day
After selecting decent threads
I will decide what to do
Meeting an old friend at 2
I also must pick up my new glasses
I want to see the city today!
Later on I will watch the NY Giants
battle the Dallas Cowboys
Made a wager on the game
Go Eli
Hope they win!
There was an old man from Dallas
who drank his whiskey from a chalice
he raised his mug
and gave it a chug
now the old man is drunken and callous.
He awoke with a pain in his head
he had trouble getting out of the bed
for the mug he reached
and the pain was bleached
as soon as the bottle was dead.