Ronnie McGinn's Poetry Page
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If possible keep your poem to 20 lines. You may choose any subject you like, in any form you like as long as it's original. We look forward to hearing from you. |
The New Year has thankfully brought a mountain of new entries to the Poetry Corner. If at all possible we will make every effort to make sure nobody gets left out.
There are as many definitions of poetry as there are poets and to each, their own. Sometimes I like to think of words as building blocks. So I image having a pile of bricks on my desk that I must make into something. It can be fun! One night during Christmas I woke up and gave myself 150 bricks to make into a Western!
Two Rode Together
The kid who robbed the Denver train
Didn't know what the strongbox held
And back in town as the word went 'round
They came when the sheriff yelled
And the Duke rode out, and Clint rode out
Side by side they rode together
After the kid who robbed the train
The two rode like hell for leather
Now greed may seem a passionate thing
But pride can be the door to hell
So over the hills and far away
He stood tall where his dead horse fell
He stood there with a hand on his gun
Duke drawled out "Don't do it son"
Clint he grinn'd in a devilish way
"Go ahead kid and make my day"
The kid look'd up and the kid look'd down
All he saw was his buried bones
He might have liv'd if he'd only known
The hard won box was full of stones
© Ronnie McGinn
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