http://slow.writerscafe.org/CCBryant The original writings of author Cleotis Cullen Bryant en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776108772 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 That damnedold saw--we plan, He laughs? One had best praythe laughs ain't all too bitter ormocking. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CCBryant/2842256/  There’s no love that’s forever true,No guarantee he’ll stand by you.Heed well, then, what I have to say;You keep that boy six feet away. It’s in his worst nature to roam�"Ensure he’ll always stay at home.Make it imp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CCBryant/1477514/  Custom, tradition, and the twang of steel guitarsStrongly suggest I should embrace my stationAs the woman done wrong,Weeping quietly in some dark cornerAt the Come On Inn--better yet,Wailing in a full, tear-stained voice.Know this; I will not Patsy Cline for you,Any man or moral of the story,N.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CCBryant/1470946/   It’s a goddamn good thing there’sno bouncers in church,(Though your dad’s just the typewho would bring in some thugs)And the lack of an invite left mein the lurch;All I wanted was one goodbye kissand some hugs.I suppose I should have laid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CCBryant/1450882/  An old boy named Billy Joe Clyde Took hisself a lovely young bride But he had nasty vices Plus herbs, salt, and spices And he ate the lass Kentucky Fried.    http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CCBryant/1359986/ They’d found him, emaciatedand tick-ridden, Down near the dockson Smith Boulevard,Surrounded by severalfellow tabbiesPossessed of theapparent inclination to disregard any tabooEnjoining them fromenjoying one of their own as a horsd’oeuvre.He’d we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CCBryant/1199139/  The fish always hits on The brightest of the lures, For it's said that all that glitters Has hooks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CCBryant/1162984/ It is a mayhem of camp stoves and camouflage, a rabbitwarren of knives and pistols,Pellet guns and potato seeds, Glocks and portablegenerators,Any number and variety of hunker-downables of various shapesand usefulnessPurveyed for those who would purchase them in anticipationo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CCBryant/1162981/ There’s many ways to see the light(We often know this much too late)And if the lens is fashioned right,Its brightness will not obfuscate.The grinder’s work must be preciseSo we can see both clear and truePrecluding shadows which enticeWith parlor tricks of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CCBryant/1132606/ Looks like we are finished—you’ve told me what and where to shoveCollectin’ your pound of flesh that’s the tariff due on loveYou don’t need to be no CPA, ‘cause it’s obvious to seeThat you’ve left me a half a man, but it’s taxin’ all .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CCBryant/476484/  Mater and paterNever understood.When you’re in the Hamptons,The stories will be goodYou thought the whole thingWould be a real gasNow you’re a hippie chickA hippie, my a*s. You see some stoner,And, sure, you’ll flirt.But you would short-sellBefo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CCBryant/437120/ Cattin', Winter FirePickup lines met with hoarfrost,Home alone, froze out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CCBryant/383217/  It was at the Dick Dale Inn in Branson,You said that I was sweet,I was hooked when you took out your false front teethAnd hopped in my back seat. It’s an E! Hollywood True Story,Complete with used condoms and beers.I’ll always be your K-Fed,You’ll be my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CCBryant/367856/ You thinkyou’re gonna findanswers to your problemsin some book? Boy, you’re too stupidto read.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CCBryant/349078/ Well, come next Wednesday mornin’ she’ll need somethin’ else to doBesides signing proclamations celebratin’ the caribouShe’ll still be a sitting governor, and she and I could celebrateBy engaging in a hot and steamy carnal act of state Well, I don’t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CCBryant/334716/ It’s a story of love at first sight, or at least by the third drinkYou said “You’re a true gentleman” ‘fore you puked in the sink.You promised you would love me true, that I was your white knightBut now you’re sleepin’ in a different castle every night.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CCBryant/314959/ There was Caesar with his Ides of March and his “Et tu, Brute”Just one of many big-timers that bit the dust that waySocrates drank hemlock to preserve integrityI ain’t much for ethics, but at least you’ll drink for free Now I’ll never be no Superman, I ai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CCBryant/309980/ You got new locks on the single-wide, and chucked out all my stuffWith a note tellin’ me to hit the road, ‘cause I wasn’t man enoughI got these high school football trophies to say that isn’t trueIf I was man enough for Coach Kincaid, that’s man enough for you. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CCBryant/306831/