"antone" poems
I’m on my way to San Antone
Gonna cowboy up
There’s a filly there I need to see
Sure enough, we’ll build a fire
Take in the Alamo
Then we’ll dance at The Wagon Wheel
The best honky-tonk I know
I’ll be on my best behave
The whole weekend through
I met her through Cowboy Date
The internet is cool
This solo buckaroo
Don’t intend to be single for long
This is our fourth rendezvous
I’m not usually wrong
I got a new Stetson hat
Took my spurs off
There’s a spring in my gait
I look like George Strait
In my fresh-pressed cowboy shirt
I even got some cologne on
Now, that’s a first
I could go on and on
I told my Mom she’s the one
I’ll tell my gal tonight
We’ll ride off into the sunset together
Assuming everything goes all right
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 12:17 PM UTC
i heard your clear deep
voice (singin’)
last year in
evening san antone
bleeding from truckstop P.A.
where i bought cactus burritos &
1 basket
heavensent peaches &
thanked you
for ev’ry one b/c only
someone like you could send a gift
so humble
.
Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 11:55 AM UTC
I love him
I made him angry
I'm saying all the wrong things
I'm praying its a dream
I'm sorry I'm a **** up
I'm sorry i can't see you
I'm sorry if all my emotions annoy you
Baby i need you
I want you
I love you all of this is true
Right now i feel as if I'm losing you
You the person I love I'm scared you're gonna be gone
Im scared you're gonna leave me
Honey listen please
I know I'm not perfect
I know my flaws
I know I have problems
Im sitting here clenching my jaws
I feel the tension between us
I know you feel it too
God **** it I'm a **** up
All I want is you
Honestly this poem isn't flowing smoothly at all
But I'm falling and falling fast along with falling hard
I need you Nelson Antone Hall
Without you my life means nothing at all
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
Bite, scratch, and thrash your prey,
You hung the bait,
Now enjoy the feast,
Wicked beast,
Shown teeth,
Why should I expect,
A shadow of empathy,
Always brutal,
Humans in heat,
Absent of dignity,
A sliver of Humility,
Never to be blamed,
For blood dipped blades,
Of bone,
Flesh and deceit,
Who wants to play?
Bite, tear, and massacre.
Without delay,
You wouldn’t allow it breathe,
Now get in my way,
Lay in my wake!
Bite, scar, and destroy,
The weakest of two,
Feed on what you wouldn't let breathe,
Hell sent,
Drown in gluttony
You disgust us,
Insignificant identities,
Atrocious excuses for beings,
Morn those flushed from our home,
Always brutal,
Fists clutched to break brows,
Don't blame me for your bullet shells, Spattered blood of lineage,
[Bite]
- M.C. Antone
11/28/15
You're the bone,
Fury and willful,
Now let my flood into those lungs,
The quicker the better,
I will rid this garden of you,
Bite, scar, and thrash away,
You victimized your bait,
Why stop you now?
Show those teeth,
Before you're laid to waste,
Malfunctions of my nurturing,
Organisms oriented in decadence,
Soured treats of my hospitality,
Hoarders of hostilities,
Eradicate enemies,
Relive my Kingdom of this man-made crime,
Bite, tear, and skin your vulnerable,
You've come this far,
And you love that body count,
Toe-tag party favors when they fall,
I'll relish in the irony for now,
Always indulging,
Polluting my serenity,
Subjects of my rein,
You will hang for these blood stains,
You're the bone,
flesh and slaves,
Of a climate I change,
Your greed has cause me to let only those Darwin would deem,
The fittest of humanity.
Survive when I warm,
Bite, scratch, and thrash your prey,
You'll soon be one of the decayed,
I hung the bait,
Now I'll enjoy this feast,
You took for granite,
Your planet.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC
Eulogy of my immaturity,
I am shedding my insecurities,
Before the one that created me,
Won’t let lambs bleed to appease,
Satan wasn’t born sadistic,
He was driven to a destiny,
Daffodils drape under a soured sky,
Created in his limelight, this sight shouldn’t come as a surprise,
So set the sea levels to rise,
Let the mind despise,
Everything you said was right,
Wake for a deviant that needed to die,
Inside and out we are the same,
Till you or I cross over to the other side,
Our symbiotic souls are vilified by this physical pantheon.
[Other Side]
By: MC Antone
2/15/16
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 1:08 AM UTC
Papa Licks came outta the sticks
his heart cold with steel resolve
his iron horse loud and clear
his brother's ****** solve
He tracked the fool, the worthless tool
to his lair in San Antone
swore upon his brother's grave
the killer would pay, with all
Papa Licks came outta the sticks
his heart cold with steel resolve
his iron horse both loud and clear
in vengeance too dissolve
He tried to run Papa fired his gun
and put the vile monster down
the cops came that day
and took Papa away
witness' named him
the one
Papa Licks came outta the sticks
his heart cold with steel revenge
his iron horse both loud and clear
his brother's death avenged
Papas in jail this tale he regales
too each and everyone in the land
"I know I was right, I sleep well at night
as justice I held, in my hand"
Papa Licks was outta the sticks
his heart warm with steel desire
his iron horse both silent and cool
awaiting his end
in the fire
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 8:12 AM UTC
Kai yi yippy kai yay, kai yay, kai yi yippy kai yay
Out of the east's rising sun
He rode his horse, twas a bay
He wore his irons, double six gun
Singing kai yi yippy kai yay
A large tin star upon his chest
Few words did he have, or say
Heading out into the wild wild west
Singing kai yi yippy, kai yay
Ranger he was from San Antone
A professional with a gun and draw
He always worked on his own
Putting down every and each outlaw
Kai yi yippy kai yay, kai yippy kai yo
He met his end one summer's eve
At a place called "Hannibal Red's"
While he was upstairs at feminine play
He was up and shot through the head
Yippy's no more, and no more kai yay's
His journey at it's end they lament
The lady attests he had his way
As both of his heads had been spent
At the end of Ranger's last day
"Kai yi yippy" she screamed
And two ejections were made
One from a gun, another one streamed
And conveyed
Kai yi yippy kai yay, yes
Kai yi yippy kai yay
Such was the gun
a delivering son
Ki yi yippy, kai yay
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC