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Best Poems From
CHARLES M. MOORE
(1953 june)
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The old couple
There's no knowing what tomorrow brings
or what the autumn, winter, springs,
We only know youths twilight glow
and memories of long ago
The evening dwells upon our years
and summers song rings in our ears
it takes its toll upon our frames
with thoughts that kindle drawn out flames
We've seen them come and seen them go
the many shades of life we know
the bitter sweet, the smooth, the rough
advance till only, we and us.
Charles M. Moore
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The Rambling Gambler
I guess when I'm gone
and I cant carry on
people will do what they do
they'll tell you storys
about things I've done
most of which will be true
then they'll change their faces
and say I've been places
I've never seen or knew
but I'm just an old ramblin gambling man
doing what I've got to do
I'm just an old ramblin gambling man
take it from me that its true
I'll give you odds
that are second to none
then I'll go off somewhere new
I'll take my chances and put down my slice
on horses, or poker, blackjack, and dice,
fix the odds in my favour where ever I can
cause I'm just an old ramblin gambling man
I'll drive fast cars
and go drinking in bars
and I'll give some women the eye
I must be quite handsome
they often fall for me
well I'm just that kind of a guy
some fellas get jealous
and I get in fights
but it's only to find out
who's wrong and who's right
I'm just an old ramblin gambling man
struggling through life the best that I can
I'll dress quite smart
it's a kind of an art
it makes people see what I mean
it opens doors and it gives you a start
when you know that you havent a bean
they'll soon get talking
and part with their cash
well if your gonna do it
do it with class
lifes just a game of roulette thats been canned
and I'm just an old ramblin gambling man
We all end up square at the end of the day
just as we started the same
whether your King, or a Queen, or a Jack,
well Joker it's part of the game
don't get upset when you look at your hand
it can change in an instant
it's never been planned
remember who told you
when I'm dead and damned
it was that old ramblin gambling man.
copyright controlled C moore (raptor music.)
Charles M. Moore
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The Seductress
She will hold you by the hand
and gaze into your eyes
she'll laugh at every thing you say
you feel she understands
she'll coyly pull her dress down
when she rise's from her chair
then smile discreetly as she catches
your eyes follow her
Her manner fits just perfectly
it's made to catch your eye
she'll flatter you and touch your cheek
then give a gentle sigh
her tongue will moisten supple lips
and make you wish for more
with stiletos sparkling power
as she walks across the floor
A Samba rhythm beckons
as she hands you your first drink
you tremble with acceptance
as she gives a little wink
then swiftly turns away
inciting movment to the beat
you stand there clutching at your drink
with wonder and flat-feet
She guides you swaying to the floor
and tempts you to the dance
her body gently brushing
with movements that entrance
you tentatively join her
she leads you in the play
seduction process now complete
the bed awaits your stay.
Charles M. Moore
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The stranger
From the dark out of the shadows
in the night the stranger came
he walked slowly he walked tall
his coat glistened in the rain
You could hear his spurs a jingle
as he came out of the gloom
now and then his guns would sparkle
as they caught light from the moon
You could barely catch his features
rough and rugged they may be
this was not some old time cowboy
this was trouble plain to see
To the bar his shadow followed
all went quiet when he stepped in
dancing girls soon ran for cover
he just gave the slightest grin
'Barman serve me up some whisky
tell me if this place is hell
for all I find are thieves and killers
where good people used to dwell'.
In a voice that barely whispered
chewing on an old cigar
the stranger told of how some cowboys
murdered down his ma and pa
'They lived quiet on a homestead
God fearing folk as was back then
but they had their lives a taken
when I was but barely ten'.
'I have searched and I have tarried
through the mountains and the plains
looking for the dirty killers
who took away my fathers name'.
'Now I know they're in here somwhere
and I'll tell you there's a few
and I'm gonna have to kill them
as I promised I would do'.
The bar was getting mighty restless
people rushed out to the street
the stranger turned and looked round slowly
as four men got to their feet
In a flash but like slow motion
both guns blazing from the hip
the stranger took them fast and clean
I've never seen a gun so quick
From upstairs he heard a creaking
the stranger smiled and drew once more
and slowly aiming at the target
shot a fifth man through the floor
Chewing on an old cigar
the stranger walked out of the room
the last I saw was just a shadow
fading out into the gloom.
Charles M. Moore
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