Open Poetry #1 |
The Lone Ranger |
Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
My wife is in love with the Lone Ranger, A stranger Who has come into town Brought excitement to the life Of my wife. He brings a hidden history Of mystery That takes her mind off ironing, Cleaning the house, And her spouse. She doesn't recognize the dangers. Lone Rangers Never stay in one place, Don't settle down And when he's lost the rapture Of capture, He'll saddle his horse and Ride out of town. I wish that I could take her And shake her And bring back her senses and make her believe That he'll leave. One day soon she'll discover Her lover Was just a Lone Ranger who rode in and out And left her without....me. |
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Nan
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since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
*Holding silver bullet* Who was that masked man??? [This message has been edited by Nan (edited 07-22-99).] |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
Interesting poem, Kimosabe. You do a terrific job of maintaining the exact rhythm and meter in each stanza. I wasn't really hip on the cooking and ironing description of the wife, but then again, I don't know her. Perhaps the Lone Ranger saw more to her? hehehe... anyway, reminds me of a joke we used to tell as kids.... What did the Lone Ranger say when he went to the dump? "To the dump, to the dump, to the dump dump dump" Sorry about that, couldn't resist. |
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Poet deVine
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since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Why she would want a Ranger when she had a Poet is beyond me! |
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Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow |
When will some ever learn the grass is not greener on the other side? Another masterpiece of Sir Balladeer's being brought to the surface for a re-view. |
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Saxoness
since 1999-07-18
Posts 1102Texas |
is there anything you CAN'T do? ------------------ "Glory remains unaware of my neglected dwelling where alone I sing my tearful song which has charms only for me." -Charles Brugnot |
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