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Click hereA Yellow Rose: gringo challenge
The doors swung open in a gust of wind
scrupulous gang of cutthroats walked in
like wolves they growled at everything
bullets, knives and guns come drinking.
Pushing their way into the crowded bar
the desperadoes acted as if it was war
The dancing continued for stepping toes
eyes fell on the beauty of a yellow rose.
The song hadn't ended and dancing he demanded
hombre with a hunger for twirling and romancing
"I want a dance with the Lady," pushing the fellow
a hush fell upon the tavern around a yellow rose.
The piano man stopped playing his tune
he knew that trouble was about to bloom
The hombre pushed the suited man back
took the lady by the waste and tossed his hat.
The gentleman tapped on the hombres shoulder
"I wasn't through dancing," he said slightly bolder.
"I will dance with the lady, you go sit down."
the hombre said as his friends gathered around.
"I don't think the lady wishes to dance with you,"
the gentleman said and silence fell upon the room
"I propose a challenge if you are up to it," He said
this hombre became angered and turned face red.
"Tell me of this challenge," he said with gritting teeth
every one waited for bullets to fly in heated release
"You dance then I dance, is the challenge I propose,
the winner gets to dance the night with a Yellow rose."
A feeling of sojourning in the days of the Wild West. Each one of this series of poems telling a story is a delight.
Damn Art;
been so busy of late, can't remember how this develops;
will just have to read, follow, and enjoy;
just keep it with my earlier note ~
cheers.
pm~~
The rhyme isn't working for me. Too much text
for it. I think about the poems Mutt did. Seems
they didn't rhyme. It works sometimes and the tale is
worth hearing. This one doesn't flow like the rest.
It's still good but it ain't you. sandspike
I saw a few grammar errors, but all are easily fixed with a simple edit, which I hope you'll take the time to do so once seeing them yourself.
I enjoy your story-like poems, they're an entertaining read.