Short Saloons Poems
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The gold and silver ran out
Banks folded, saloons dried up
After dark, bankrupt spirits came out to play
Form:
Lonely elf not 5’4, horny toad toon
Hits on maties wives in pubs and saloons
a smidge taller than Manson
yet not quite as handsome
His gal pal elves nudge him to G-E-T -A -R-O-O-M!
saloons are just another form of dealing with depression
I hate drinking away nights
saying yes to bartenders
saying no to reality
take a dip in the cold waters
harsh and real
life is for losers I thought
but maybe I should really try living sometime
Carrie Nation loathed saloons and whiskey,
And took some actions that were quite risky!
She chastised dudes who reeked of intoxication,
And used her hatchet to smash kegs of booze across the nation!
Entry for Andrea Dietrich's "Educate Me With Humor" Clerihew Contest
Farewell to the pubs
the bars and the stores
Farewell to saloons
and the swinging of doors
Farewell to the nights
of stumbling home
Farewell to the fights
that hurt me alone
Farewell to the grip
of the bottle at last
I say to the demons
You can kiss my ass.
Magazine ads and newspaper obituaries
skitter across the streets
like tumbleweed in the desert.
Rims the size of carriage wheels roll by.
Everyone's holsters are filled,
even the children carry pistols.
The schools are ghost towns
but the saloons stay occupied.
This is the Wild, Wild West.
There is a town that is so enchanting,
at it’s center a strip of wild saloons.
A hidden game’s still in play enticing
gentlemen with a lust for golden spoons.
While holding a Joker’s hand start betting
you may get lucky and find the tycoons.
Are you breezy enough to shoot a shot?
Life is a gamble here, like it or not.
Pretty soon
It will be pretty June
The city comes alive
With blooming blasting tunes
Gangster goons
And their lovely lady loons
Stirring violence
Under the lunatic summer moon
Downtown pedestrian platoons
Hitting the nightclub saloons
Backrooms and thick exotic perfume
I can see everything
Without even leaving my room
In the evening clouded by medicinal fumes
Hop skipping across giant
Floating nitrous oxide balloons
concubines of the highway march with wisdom hips hugging earth flowers of rain
strain of time rain in the window reborn of glass gods crumble to heaven
gold graffiti in stone sentinels on the edge of dreamless deserts
jack of hearts stallions spurs creaking doors saloons
pianos of war dribbling hitler stalin for the eyes
to blink mirages of salvation dying of thirst
echoing bibles the cloth blessed black
wings of conquest fanning screams
wrapped in blood born years
Shots fired
In a western town
Smoke clears
From the barrel of a gun
Two arch rivals
In a duel of death
Who's the better gunslinger
Will be put to the test
Bullets fly
On a mission to kill
Only the Bulls-eye shooter
Holsters his weapon again
Sheriff falls
To bite the dust
A cowboy escapes
Trailed by bounty hunters and hounds
A reward is set
On church walls and saloons
"Wanted dead or alive"
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