Poems about attractions


№ 1032372


The middle finger
On your left hand

Than the others.

The shoebox
That I swear
Moves. your small feet.

The baby jesus
I've never seen
Walk. the cartoon

Part of your

Stomach. the tip

Of the mumbling

I never hear. book

On a bee's
You tell me

You wrote.


Author: Barton D Smock
Date: 28/10/2019

№ 738348

06. Coming Attractions - BILLY

There are guns all over the country aiming at you.
There's a lawman on your trail who'd love to surround you.
Bounty hunters are encroaching all around you.
Billy they're just never going to let you be.
It seems that there's always some stranger sneaking glances.
Could he be some trigger happy fool willing to take chances?
Having a price on your head brings many threatening advances.
Billy, you're not in jail but you're still not free.
You're enemies and politicians want you to be put down,
So they've hired Mr Garrett to go and hunt you down.
He says he'll either bring you back alive or put you in the ground.
Billy, you're always going to be on the run.
Everyone says that Pat Garrett has your number.
So sleep with one eye open when you slumber.
Every little sound you hear could end up being thunder.
Thunder from the barrel of his gun.
Looking over your shoulder from sunrise to sundown.
Never being able to take root somewhere and settle down.
Billy it must make you feel even more low down
To be hunted by the man who was your friend.

attractions,  billy,  coming.

Author: BILLYtheKidster
Date: 04/02/2019

№ 737629

09. Coming Attractions - Truly A Kid

BILLY the Kid was truly a kid when found in the company of children.
Many children of his day would go on to say
How much they wished their playtime with him would never end.
Good Guy/Bad Guy were one of the games Billy would play with the children in town.
"Bang! Bang! You're dead Billy! "
Billy would then grab hold of his chest and comically fall down to the ground.
Salsa Bocca recalls her playtime spent with her playmate Billy Bonney.
"He used to bounce me on his knee for what seemed like hours as if I were riding a pony. "
The following story might not be true but I'll still share it with you
Because it certainly fits Billy's profile.
This young boy in dismay kept following Billy all day.
Wherever Billy went he was followed by this star struck child.
"Do you know who I am? " Billy asked the young lad.
The child simply nodded, "Yes" was all that he said.
Billy took off his hat, dusted it off and placed it on the young boy's head.
The innocent young child was overjoyed and smiled
And then this is what Billy said and did.
"If anyone ever asks you who gave you that hat,
You tell them you got it from BILLY the Kid. "
Billy was also very respectful of the elderly
And very sympathetic towards they who were poor.
Many times he would extend acts of kindness towards them.
He was a true philanthropist at heart to be sure.
The newspapers portrayed him as this dangerous desperado,
Someone to be hated and feared and appalled,
But to all the residents of Fort Sumner, New Mexico
Billy was very fondly adored by all.

attractions,  coming,  kid.

Author: BILLYtheKidster
Date: 03/02/2019

№ 616801

05. Coming Attractions - Congratulations Billy

There was the usual exchange of foul words and light shoving around,
But then "Windy" rushed Billy and threw him down to the ground.
He sat on Billy's chest pinning his arms down to the floor.
He punched and smacked Billy's face. Each blow was more vicious than the one before.
Billy called upon all of his strength that he could possibly muster
And tried to work his 41 caliber out of his holster.
"That's enough Windy! You're killing the kid! " some concerned bar room patrons did roar.
A gunshot was heard. There wasn't a single spoken word
As Frank "Windy" Cahill rolled lifelessly to the floor.
Billy struggled to his feet. His bloodied face was so swollen he could barely see.
His smoking gun was still clenched in his shaking hand.
Congratulations Billy. Now look what you've done.
You've gone and killed your very first man.
Tales of this incident have been told far and wide from one extreme to the other,
Such as the merciless killer kid who gunned down the helpless blacksmith
And then left the bar whistling without a care or bother,
But eye witnesses attest that the first version describes it best
And that the following quote seems most accurate and right.
"I never saw no killer. I saw a scared beat up boy run out of the cantina that night. "

attractions,  billy,  coming,  congratulations.

Author: BILLYtheKidster
Date: 16/10/2018

№ 538272

Fatal Attractions

Perfectly sculptured by the gods
She was a sight to see
Eyes glowing under the moonlight
Our meeting was something like a fairytale
I fell in love the first time she looked at me
The first time she smiled at me
The first time we kissed our hearts intertwined
Beating in unison
She said we would always be
She promised she would never leave me
Two girl in love ready to take on the world
Then she left
She abandoned me
But I will not give up so easily
She will always be mine
Whoever gets in my way will meet there demise
Always watching from the shadows
Lurking behind every corner
The memory of her face color of her skin
Branded in my mind
I can't stop thinking of her
How much she hurt me
And if I can't have her
No one can
She will only live on
In my memories

attractions,  fatal.

Author: devante moore
Date: 06/08/2018

№ 493132

08. Coming Attractions - Billy The Kid's Great Escape

I often wondered what thoughts were running through his head
As he stared out the window chained to the floor by his bed
Watching the gallows being built that would soon seal his fate.
Was he planning at that very moment his last great escape?
Did he know then that his hanging would never come to be?
Did he know then that before nightfall once again he'd be free?
What ever his thoughts he was interrupted rudely
By Deputy Bob Ollinger, one of his guards while in custody.
"Word has it you said that if we ever met again you'd kill me on the spot.
Well here I am Kid. Now's your chance. Show me what you've got.
It's a shame that you'll hang in another week or two,
Because I'd love to be the one who gets to kill you.
I've got 16 silver dimes in each barrel of my shotgun.
I'd love to try them out on you, but I can't unless you run.
If I free you from those chains will you run for the door?
Oh by the way Kid, your Ma was one sweet fucking whore.
I'll kill you before you hang Kid. That's a sure bet. "
"Be careful Bob, " said the Kid, "I'm not hung yet. "
" Bob thrusted his shotgun hard into Billy's gut.
The Kid looked up at him in pain and said, "Now what? "
"Don't do it Bob, " Bell said angrily, "or you'll be the one who'll hang for sure
For killing a man in cold blood who was chained helplessly to the floor.
It's time for the other prisoners to be escorted across the street to be fed.
The Kid's not going anywhere. He's chained to the floor by his bed.
Anyway, I took the prisoners last so now it's your turn.
Go and have yourself a beer and I'll stay here and guard the Kid until you return.
Bob Ollinger placed his shotgun into the gun rack.
Before he left he said to Billy, "I'll see you when I get back. "
No one can say for sure if the above dialog ever truly took place.
One thing's for sure. Ollinger tormented Billy at a merciless endless pace.
They were arch enemies who fought against each other during the Lincoln County War.
Ollinger was in the posse that killed John Tunstall, Billy's employer, friend and mentor.
"I have to use the privy Bell, " Billy said to the deputy.
Bell kept his rifle trained on Billy as he tossed him the key.
Billy unlocked the chains that kept him bound to the floor.
Still in handcuffs and leg irons, Bell escorted Billy out the door.
Billy entered the outhouse closing the door behind him.
"Let's not take too long in there Kid, " Bell said with a humorous grin.
While in the outhouse Billy managed to slip one of his hands out of his handcuff.
"You fall in there Kid, " Bell laughed, "You've been in there long enough. "
"I'm coming out now Bell, " Billy said opening the door.
"Sorry I took so long Bell. I must have ate something bad for sure. "
Deputy Bell then escorted Billy back to the jail cell.
Once inside, Billy spun around and smacked hard Deputy James Bell.
Bell lost his balance, dropped his rifle and was momentarily stunned.
"Hands Up Bell! , " the Kid yelled. In his hand was a gun.
"Please don't do it Bell, " Billy pleaded, but Bell tried to run.
The Kid had no choice but to do what had to be done.
He shot and killed Bell, then went for Ollinger's shotgun.
The Kid never found pleasure in killing, but Ollinger was indeed the exception.
Knowing that Ollinger heard the gunfire, Billy stood by the window
And waited for Ollinger to appear in the street down below.
One senior named Godfrey saw Bell fall dead down the stairs.
The moment probably gave Godfrey a few more grey hairs.
Ollinger ran out into the street as Godfrey screamed, "The Kid's killed Bell! "
Ollinger looked up into both barrels of his own shotgun and whispered,
"Now he's killed me as well. "
"Hello Bob! , " Billy called out with a song in his heart just prior to blowing Bob Ollinger apart.
He blasted both barrels into Ollinger's chest and face.
Pieces of old Bob lay scattered all over the place.
Billy smashed his shotgun in two, threw it at him but missed.
"You'll never rifle me again, " he screamed, "you son of a bitch! "
On the balcony he addressed the crowd whose jaws hung agape.
"I don't want to hurt anyone, but I'll kill anybody who tries to prevent my escape. "
In the office he found a sledge hammer and smashed the chains of his leg irons free.
He told Godfrey to fetch him a fast horse immediately.
As he walked down the stairs, he came upon Bell's lifeless body
And many eye witnesses admit
That The Kid looked upon him and said most remorsefully,
"I'm sorry I killed you Bell, but couldn't help it. "
As Billy mounted the horse the chains of his leg irons startled the beast.
The horse reared up and threw Billy down onto the street.
He was at this point his most vulnerable laying down on the ground.
The crowd could have overtaken him easily, but none made a move or a sound.
Once again Billy mounted the horse and fled with the sound of his leg iron chains ringing.
Many say that as he rode out of Lincoln County that they heard the Kid singing.
Billy had escaped danger so many other times in his past,
But this was his greatest escape ever. It would also be his last.

attractions,  billy,  coming,  escape,  great,  kid.

Author: BILLYtheKidster
Date: 26/06/2018

№ 145633

Pondering Cyber-Attractions (Those Pesky Pheromones)

How can one describe
These hot-pheromones
Flowing wildly in space?

Without the genetic code,
The scent-nature of animal attraction,
Can these electrical-keyboard
Love-lust-connections really work?

Word-whisperings flow like an avalanche,
Such heated-moments visualized
Through the placement of the alphabet.

The ooooohhhhhh's & aaaaahhhhh's,
Do me's & give it to me's,
Building of fiery sentence-structures,
Creates raptures beyond our wildest dreams.

Then the aftermath.
No hugs, no kisses.
A virtual wham bam, thank you mam
& a good day to you too sir,
I'll write you next time!

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O, I'm sure I missed a few!
O Darling, please please let me know... I'll text you... : -?

attractions,  cyber,  pesky,  pheromones,  pondering.

Author: Jonny Angel
Date: 15/08/2017

№ 113086

Time Waits for No One and Life's coming Attractions are born from Imagination

A picture is so much more interesting with contrast,
Movement, and different points of view
And so is life so be kind to yourself
If all of your pictures don't turn out
Because it happens to all artists and know
That your most patient model is the one that you see
In the mirror and learn from looking at yourself
And be patient as the times goes by.

Time waits for no one and I wish I knew
Why it is always in such a hurry
And still I am guilty of trying to kill some of it
Or trying to pass it and if I could only
Steal away a minute, I'd try to recall
All of those lost years and then I'd take a second
To reflect on all of my mistakes and wrong decisions
That resulted in so many lost loves
And all of the times I should have worn gloves
When handling a situation.

In my remaining days or years, however long I may have,
I will measure in moments the loves that have found me
And the many times that I faced death only
To rise from the flames and even though
I can't control it, I can set the tempo to a rhythm
Of an infinite beat knowing that it might be
In seconds, minutes, hours or years
And it is not about how long we are here,
But it is about what we leave.

Before my sands slip through the hour glass
I hope my words will build a legacy to last
From my poems about my life, my loves
And my battles in the past in a time that
Went so fast as I try to relate that love
Is something we all embrace, not something
Just found on a face and sometimes it
Is an unwanted feeling creeping inside
And impossible to hide as our hearts are broken
And feelings down inside begin to be awoken.

Love, hate, selfishness, temptation... all play out
In a matter of seconds and the battle between
Heart and mind begins and love becomes a story
That never gets old, like the poetry I wrote when I was young
That inspired words of long ago tomorrows so enjoy it
While it is here because we look up and it is gone
And we never had the time to say "so long. "

Life's coming attractions are born of our imagination
And the only real actions in our lives take place
On that bridge between one another and while
On that bridge pride says "it is impossible"
And experience says "it is too risky" and reason says
"it is pointless" while the heart whispers "give it a try"
And it is only then that we can make a new start
And play a new part. Jon York 2014

attractions,  born,  coming,  imagination,  life,  time.

Author: Jon York
Date: 17/07/2017