Henry McCarty (1859 – 1881)
a.k.a, Kid Antrim – ca. 1876
a.k.a., William H. Bonney – ca. 1877
Of Irish ancestry
New York-born
orphaned at 15
from his family shorn
repeatedly asking '¿Quién es?'
around midnight 14th July 1881
entering Maxwell's bedroom
their mutual friend but Billy without a gun
in Fort Sumner where by Pat Garrett
(1850 - 1908)
take my word I kid you not
age 21 sadly Henry the outlaw
in the chest was badly shot
for reputedly killing nine men
but for the posted bounty of $500
it took the Sheriff 369 days to collect
the reward promised by Governor Wallace
(1827 – 1905)
It was early in the morning
I had my cup of tea
When a little robin landed
Beside me peculiarly
Outside on the porch
We talked, him and I
I taught him how to speak
He taught me how to fly
We glided over deserts
And perched atop jungles
We saw men and women talking
Beneath us just a mumble
We saw Paris and Rome
Geneva and Berlin
We saw wonders of the world
Places no man has ever been
I wiped a tear from my eyes
As we landed back home
For I had seen miracles
Which I had never known
Fly away I said
To that little brown bird
Go away from this place
It is not safe, take my word
But he did not listen
And he stayed right by my side
He taught me how to live
I taught him how to die
Thus is the way
With humans and robins
I am afraid it all ends
In a fate far too common
So fly away
While you still have a chance
Less you end up like the foolish robin
And the lonely old man
I've been browbeaten
by better than you
and turning a deaf ear
ignored them too
then again
it's easier for some
to follow the herd
than think for themselves
and take my word
standing on the shoulders
of giants is not the way
especially if they
have feet of clay
and as to date
I don't know
a song by someone else
I can chase or pursue
there's only
one right thing to do
allow me please
to get it off my chest
in simple terms
may I suggest...
you won't step out of line
(it's true for all not just some)
when marching to the beat
of your own drum
Don’t take my word for it
I don’t know anything, she said
She thinks she’s being clever
Our auntie Mamie Bread
Her husband keeps his wisdom to himself of course
He likes his blueberry pie, and she can be a vindictive source
I heard this, that, and the other, but it might not be true
She repeats all gossip, our auntie Mamie Sue
I am not an expert, but I think you’d better find a different friend
I have heard he is a drinker, and his behavior goes beyond the bend
To get her to loosen up or give anyone a bit of a chance
Would mean to reconstruct her, as she does the gossip dance.
My Uncle Charlie sits in his chair, not speaking, gobbling his ice cream.
It amuses me to think that once upon a time, she was my uncle’s dream.
They get along terrifically, because he takes his opinions to work.
Shares nothing with his wife, careful not to irritate or irk.
What would you choose to do if out for fun?
You'd read a hundred pages of ‘Tom Sawyer?
Eat lentil soup, and hug an old sequoia?
She’s seventy next year, and she’s no nun –
the Jackson number five is called La Toya.
Perhaps you’d like to serve on a destroyer?
Attack a kindergarten with a gun?
Compete at auction, to secure a Goya?
Or are you, by your nature, an annoyer?
Trump Tower bound, to desecrate the foyer?
(Have patience, Gentle Reader: almost done!)
Beware the bear-trap, verbal hurdle, pun.
It’s not pronounced ‘La Jolla’, it’s ‘La Hoya’:
Just take my word. Just trust me. I’m a lawyer.
She held a smile to her lips
Almost like a flame to a Pall Mall
It crackled for a moment and went out
Sometimes her smile can be like the wind.
It moves when you want it to stay and stays when
You want it to move.
I could tell you about it but in truth you
Must see it for yourself; Wait a second, I have
A snapshot in my wallet. That's okay it's not
A very good likeness. You can tell it is her
Mouth but you can't see the smile. You'll have
to take my word. Her smile left a trace in the
Photo-booth at the old five and dime. Every
Woman in town used the same booth as her smile
Because it made them appear beautiful. I may not
remember
Her name but I'll always be able to recall her smile
Don't look to the future. Don't look to the past.
Don't hold on to things that you know will not last.
The distance 'tween starting and ending is vast
But...
The moments we live in go by oh so fast.
One day we are here and the next we are gone
But even without us life goes ever on.
A beautiful sunset, then night, then the dawn
And...
All history gives in the end is a yawn.
Lessons we learn may help in the hereafter,
Carrying with us the tears and the laughter.
It won't make life any slower or faster
But...
Maybe makes time a companion, not master.
Test this for yourself and do not take my word.
To follow a fool is, of course, quite absurd.
The line between knowledge and wisdom is blurred
But ..
It can be achieved. At least that's what I've heard.
Touching on the silver glow.
When you touch it,
You'll know it.
It's designed to keep
You running back.
This Spiritual snack.
Keeping you open for attack,
As you sink back into the
World, askew and absconded,
Trying to conjure
Between worried wait:
The Science of the mind
And the love we thought we'd find.
Point me towards the house I will live in.
Let me punch in the numbers and access the pin.
I've guessed wrong more times than I can count.
But beyond the hill, they say, is a silver glow
Of limitless amount.
But don't take my word for it.
A little bird turd me about it.
Earthlings are pink and furry, they look like yetis spaceman said.
The king of Utombbiblia rolled his three eyes under his head.
That’s not the report I got from the last two missions, weirdly enough.
Take my word for it, spaceman argued. You know I know my stuff.
The king was confounded, confused, at a loss as to what to do next.
When had these scouting missions become so abnormally complex?
He did not realize this one had been captured by a giant pink Yeti.
The last two had been eaten by wild boars, as if they were spaghetti.
It is everybody's duty
To see all the hidden beauty
That shines bright if you just look
Everyone is a big open book
That is full of different chapters
Some have pain--others laughter
So please read someone before
You think they're a snooze and bore
Or ugly not worth your time
It would be a shameful crime
If you pass up a masterpiece
Because your eyes do not see
A best seller, you just judge
Take a moment--do not smudge
The pages of someone else
Putting them high on a shelf
You might be missing something great
Come on, do not hesistate
You could lose out on a friend
If you skip right to the end
Not learning what's at the start
Take my word--give it a shot
I'm wasting words and wasting time
Trying to explain this heart of mine
No easy task to understand
So take my word and take my hand
When I say
I love You more,
You may
have to take my word for it
Now that you know,
Maybe you’ll stop
Competing for the show
And just let me kiss you
Do not be a damn fool
Helping all just like that
Please change your rule
Then, joy you can get
None bothers about you
As all are self-centered
None will offer any rescue
Mainly greed has entered
You may move a big mountain
Or cross all the seven oceans
Still may criticize your captain
Showing badly bitter emotions
The best remedy, you will show
To extricate your whole group
This help, all may come to know
Still may arrange for your coup
Your mother alone will love ever
Like a perennial pleasant spring
She only will ever be a believer
As to you peace that may bring
So please take my word dear
Help all, but expect nothing
Preserve your own cheer
And be your own great King.
Never remain lazy and lose the chance
Be brisk and active to acquire success
When you just relax without any efforts
Your golden dream cannot be realized
If you remain passive with no dreams
You may come out as an also-ran man
Instead, if you move Heaven and Earth
Success will come to you by searching
Never limit your genius by surrendering
Think high and confidently enter the deal
Great rewards, you will reap definitely
Narrow not your mind by allowing fear
You win by taking steps with deep faith
Your success lies in your own hands
At times you may be standing on it
Due to its nearness, you may overlook
Giving up is an easy job that can be done
To you, now I ask, What is the use of that?
Just saying "no" and then staying damn idle
Will it bring any growth or mirth or glory?
My dear soul, take my word and think
Let us not rust by taking indefinite rest
Let us use all our faculties well to excel
Contributing usefully for World's welfare.
How can they say there is no God? I've always known He's there
to help and comfort in distress, illness, grief, despair
I felt his healing hand on mine when all seemed hopeless, drear
He saved me, helped me, healed me, relieved me of all fear
and now I have a clearer proof, that He is really there;
I've seen it in the sunrise, the sunset right up there
in the sky, above the clouds, flying through the air
to distant lands, and loved ones, unbelievably fair
No human hand could ever paint the colors that I saw
in gold and crimson, yellow, and many many more
He took me safely over the sea and brought me back.
I saw the sun, the moon, the stars, the sky, blue, grey and black;
So please, if any are in doubt, just take my word, I know
There IS a God, I've seen His work, down here, above, below.
Written by: Marian Munday
Dedicated to her loving daughter
Margaret Barron
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