If I had to choose between putting a saloon or a liberal church on a corner, I'd choose the saloon every time. People who drink up the pay check in the saloon are less likely to become Pharisees, thinking that they don't need the Great Physician, than those who weekly swill the soporific doctrine of man's goodness.
quote by Jay Edward Adams
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Like An Orb
inside the saloon
your hair is cut
the people around
are speaking using their eyes
you are sleepy
watching the hours go by
there is silence
no matter what music drifts
in the saloon
what noise is there
you do not care
and so you only witness the
shadow of their unspoken words
through their eyes
the world goes on
nothing is perturbed
like an orb
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Drunkard's Funeral
"Yes," said the sister with the little pinched face,
The busy little sister with the funny little tract: —
"This is the climax, the grand fifth act.
There rides the proud, at the finish of his race.
There goes the hearse, the mourners cry,
The respectable hearse goes slowly by.
The wife of the dead has money in her purse,
The children are in health, so it might have been worse.
That fellow in the coffin led a life most foul.
A fierce defender of the red bar-tender,
At the church he would rail,
At the preacher he would howl.
He planted every deviltry to see it grow.
He wasted half his income on the lewd and the low.
He would trade engender for the red bar-tender,
He would homage render to the red bar-tender,
And in ultimate surrender to the red bar-tender,
He died of the tremens, as crazy as a loon,
And his friends were glad, when the end came soon.
There goes the hearse, the mourners cry,
The respectable hearse goes slowly by.
And now, good friends, since you see how it ends,
Let each nation-mender flay the red bar-tender, —
Abhor
The transgression
Of the red bar-tender, —
Ruin
The profession
Of the red bar-tender:
Force him into business where his work does good.
Let him learn how to plough, let him learn to chop wood,
Let him learn how to plough, let him learn to chop wood.
"The moral,
The conclusion,
The verdict now you know:—
'The saloon must go,
The saloon must go,
The saloon,
The saloon,
The saloon,
Must go.'"
"You are right, little sister," I said to myself,
"You are right, good sister," I said.
"Though you wear a mussy bonnet
On your little gray head,
You are right, little sister," I said.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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Only Friends
I went into a saloon last night
and a notice stood out
like a beacon light.
The notice read as follows.
There are no strangers here,
only friends.
There is no frowning,
only smiles.
If you are feeling lonely,
this is the place to come,
as there is always
someone to talk to,
for there are no strangers here,
only friends.
19 April 2008
Note:
The poem was written around a quote that hangs in the saloon of the western town I helped build. The quote: There Are No Strangers Here - Only Friends came from my friend and our Town Mayor Papa Bear (Derek Lewry)
poem by David Harris
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I challenge you to show me where the saloon has ever helped business, education, church, morals or anything we hold dear.
quote by Billy Sunday
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Ice Handler
I know an ice handler who wears a flannel shirt with pearl buttons the size of a dollar,
And he lugs a hundred-pound hunk into a saloon ice-box, helps himself to cold ham and rye bread,
Tells the bartender it’s hotter than yesterday and will be hotter yet to-morrow, by Jesus,
And is on his way with his head in the air and a hard pair of fists.
He spends a dollar or so every Saturday night on a two hundred pound woman who washes dishes in the Hotel Morrison.
He remembers when the union was organized he broke the noses of two scabs and loosened the nuts so the wheels came off six different wagons one morning, and he came around and watched the ice melt in the street.
All he was sorry for was one of the scabs bit him on the knuckles of the right hand so they bled when he came around to the saloon to tell the boys about it.
poem by Carl Sandburg
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Men's Rules
The Organized Church gathered to pass some new church policy today,
But why not just check to see what the Eternal Word of God might say?
They spout we will be a stronger organization, just you wait and see,
But it isn't man who makes you strong, but obeying God's Holy Decree.
But, as a body of men they go on saying we've voted like this before,
It is true, but usually major truths of God's Word have been ignored.
The Pharisees were admonished by Christ for such man made tradition,
I ask you friend; what is the difference with the church's situation?
It's present day Pharisaical doctrine this body molds and rearranges,
The True Foundation, The Lord Himself, The Word of God never changes.
If Jesus Christ the very Head of The Church, today remains the same,
How can a body of sinful men make change and still profess His Name?
For The Lord asked men why call me Lord, and do not the things I say.
Is this question at the root of all the trouble these men face today?
The Lord clearly said call no one else Father for He is up in Heaven,
But they call a man Father, say he's infallible and incapable of sin.
Isaiah warned in the end there'd be people, who follow men's rules,
And just like the Pharisees, The Lord will rebuke hypocritical fools.
So today is the day to get back to The Bible for Godly instruction,
For those who choose to distort God's Word, will come to destruction.
(Copyright © 07/2002)
I tell you that the curse of God Almighty is on the saloon.
quote by Billy Sunday
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Sundown (out-take)
I'll see you at sundown
You can't back out now
The news is all over town
I'll see you at sundown
And they can put one of us
In a hole in the ground
Now it's three in the afternoon
And I'm frightened to death
When you're in the saloon
I wonder if he feels the same
For whoever wins there's still
The cowboy to blame
Sundown, give me some strength
I know I can't go it alone
Sundown, give me your strength
Give me a chance to go home
To go home
Three in the afternoon
And I'm frightened to death
When you're in the saloon
I hear the reverend feels the sin
For whoever wins there's still
The cowboy to blame
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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There is no law, divine or human, that the saloon respects.
quote by Billy Sunday
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Sonnet: Choose The Things in Your Life
0 choose your friend who must be good as you;
And choose your spouse better than you; make sure;
And choose the one best as your Teacher too;
And choose ambitions that suit your nature.
0 choose the profession thats truly best;
And choose the hobbies that ne'er interfere;
And choose your Time to begin work, take rest;
And choose your enemies, you surely fear.
0 choose your food that gives extended health;
And choose your garments -comfortable wear;
And choose the honest way to added wealth;
And choose the burden right, body can bear.
0 choose the people who deserve help most;
And choose good principles, yet never boast.
poem by John Celes
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Sundown
Ill see you at sundown
You cant back out now
The news is all over town
Ill see you at sundown
And they can put one of us
In a hole in the ground
Now its three in the afternoon
And Im frightened to death
When youre in the saloon
I wonder if he feels the same
For whoever wins theres still
The cowboy to blame
Sundown, give me some strength
I know I cant go it alone
Sundown, give me your strength
Give me a chance to go home
To go home
Three in the afternoon
And Im frightened to death
When youre in the saloon
I hear the reverend feels the sin
For whoever wins theres still
The cowboy to blame
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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I come from a long line of saloon keepers and proselytizers, and I draw from both sides.
quote by Jon Huntsman, Jr.
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The saloon is a liar. It promises good cheer and sends sorrow.
quote by Billy Sunday
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Who? !
In love with two people,
yea thats just great..
Could this be Karma?
Or just a twist of fate?
Who's heart should i break?
Who's heart sould i take?
Would they even care who i choose
One could never win,
I would always lose...
My heart is being torn apart
just thinking about this
The heartache will start
Just thinking about who i'll miss...
Should i choose him?
Or should i choose you
I'm so confused
WHAT SHOULD I DO?
Wild Turkey
O smiling midnight of the loons
behind each corner lurks the wolf,
he hides in vines, and ripened prunes,
Shall fool him may, what an impugn,
to salivate, drool and convulse?
A wolf, a wolf in dark dissolves,
I 'll wait for him in the saloon,
Wild Turkey drink, his laugh is hoarse.
.....................
The night deludes the innocent,
I 'll wait for you close to your prowl,
exasperate and then amend,
through this confusing complement,
protruding fangs have fresh wildfowl,
as precognized the calling owl,
I 'll send sage and cinnamon scent,
and fearless I 'll out-howl your growl.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Growing children!
He is playing with himself, just running around,
When his mothers is busy with shampoo and the heads,
His father is engrossed in coloring each strand of hair,
The saloon is noisy with the music of a woman mewing,
Blowers, dryers and air condition send the decibels as roars,
The smell of ammonia and scents of soaps betrothed,
Where the owner's little boy was conceived in a room,
Though he is five, he is as small as three,
The Mother has to wash the hair of people to feed,
The Father has to dye and blow to earn a living,
Both pairs of eyes are at the entrance,
To look for the arrival of the next customers,
That little is growing in the saloon attached,
With a room functions as living and bed room,
He is inquisitive of each and every object,
Touches the switches with no fear of threat,
Hides under the table to remove the rubber suckers,
Wears the boots of the mother as a fun seeker
Walks around the chairs as roller coaster,
Puts the hair clips to the dull banners,
Bored of doing these, he runs to the parents,
A scream is heard, the walking is stopped.
the weeping of a child under the dark clouds,
Millions of little children are growing in hardship,
With no one to love, hug and say words of sweets,
While their parents are at work, thinking.
Of bright future for them and their families,
When their children are left unattended psychologically,
Reading the world through the cruel examples,
Of negligence as the way of life to continue.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Fall In Love With Me
Pop/bowie/sales/sales
You look so good to me
Here in this old saloon
Way back in west berlin
A bottle of white wine
White wine and you
A table made of wood
And how I wish you would
Fall in love with me
You look so good to me
Standing out in the street
With your cheap fur on
Or maybe your plastic raincoat
And your plastic shoes
They look good too
Standing in the snow
Youre younger than you look
Fall in love with me
Fall in love with me
How I wish you would
A table made of wood
And a bottle of white wine
And you-and a bottle of
White wine and you
And when youre standing
In the street and its cold
And it snows on you
And you look younger
Than you really are
I wish you would
Fall in love with me
I wish you would
Fall in love with me
I wish you would
Fall in love with me
I wish you would
Fall in love with me
Yeah
The way your eyes are black
The way your hair is black
The way your heart is young
Theres just a few like you
Just the kind I need
To fall in love with me
Oh and you look so good
Yes you look so good
A bottle of white wine
A cigarette and you
Here in this saloon
White wine and you
I wish youd fall in love with me
I wish youd fall in love with me
cause theres
Just a few like you
So young and real
Theres just a few like you
So young and real
Fall in love with me
Fall in love with me
Fall in love with me
Fall in love with me
I wish you would
You look so good
When youre young at heart
Theres just a few like you
Youre young at heart
Wont you
Come to this old saloon
Come to my waiting arms
A table made of wood
And I will look at you
cause youre so young and pure
And youre young at heart
Youre young at heart
A bottle of white wine
And when youre tumbling down
You just look better
When youre tumbling down
You just look finer
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Fresh Tilapia
Fresh Tilapia from Akosombo,
In the bid to increase my market to respect your muse;
But my saloon car is like your big van!
And like the joy of your request to se my room,
But in Accra i will lay down my head in peace like your beautiful palm tree.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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If I had to live my life over, I'd live over a saloon.
quote by W.C. Fields
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Back In The Saddle
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
Ridin' into town alone by the light of the moon
I'm lookin' for old Sukie Jones she crazy horse saloon
Barkeep gimme a drink that's when she caught my eye
She turned to give me a wink that make a grown man cry
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
Come easy
song performed by by Aerosmith
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