Monday, April 20, 2020

Slow Draw



painting by Andy Thomas


Slow Draw

“Sex is good, they say, but poker lasts longer.”
--Amarillo Slim.

Pecos Bob
wore that
evil smirk
as he lay down
his ace high
straight.

I was all in
and I had bet
the farm
and my pants.
I fanned out
a royal straight flush.

He went for
his Colt,
but he never
cleared leather.


Glenn Buttkus

Quadrille

Posted over at d'Verse Poets Pub
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16 comments:

  1. brudbergApril 20, 2020 at 12:53 PM

    If you are too slow it's better to never draw... there are some hands that always win.

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  2. Poetry for HealingApril 20, 2020 at 12:53 PM

    Ouch! That was a fun take on the word flush Glenn.

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  3. De JacksonApril 20, 2020 at 1:08 PM

    "I had bet
    the farm
    and my pants"

    This made me smile big, Glenn. Thanks! :)

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  4. Ken GierkeApril 20, 2020 at 1:15 PM

    The luck of the draw. ;)

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  5. MishApril 20, 2020 at 1:36 PM

    This was an entertaining little snippet! Love the voice.

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  6. Dwight L. RothApril 20, 2020 at 1:40 PM

    It is good you got to keep your pants!! LOL... I can see it playing out in Black and White!

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  7. kateApril 20, 2020 at 2:19 PM

    another flush from the wild west as he wrestled his shirt and farm back! cute

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  8. Gillena CoxApril 20, 2020 at 2:36 PM

    Bravo!!! A suspensful take on the prompt
    Happy Monday

    Much💛love

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  9. Frank HubenyApril 20, 2020 at 2:42 PM

    Well told story in a few words. I like how he even bet his pants and could still draw faster.

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  10. indybevApril 20, 2020 at 3:13 PM


    Now that's supreme self-confidence … to bet one's pants! My kind of gambler!

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  11. Mary HoodApril 20, 2020 at 6:46 PM

    I guess you flushed him out!

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  12. Jade LiApril 20, 2020 at 8:57 PM

    I love a cowboy who knows his way around a poker game -- and a pistol!

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  13. Kim M. RussellApril 21, 2020 at 2:07 AM

    Your poem reminded me of an old Western film, Glenn, echoes of childhood. America was a far-off dream. I thought it was all guns, horses, cards and saloons. We all grow up eventually, even countries.

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  14. KerfeApril 21, 2020 at 2:01 PM

    Best to always be prepared.

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  15. Pat RApril 21, 2020 at 2:21 PM

    Love that ending. Who knows what could've happened!

    Pat

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  16. DaleApril 21, 2020 at 2:25 PM

    Oh, fun one!

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