Cigar In Smoke Poem by Vizo Meyase

The running of race-alike in groups
Racing to the sound of the horses
“YaahH! ” exclaim the gentlemen ridding;
Sitting atop with a brown hat on their head,
Battling to the dusty dust of the ground
Towards the bar, where the cups bubbles
Like foaming to burst; when the beers poured
There the heavily laughs of the cowboy’s,
Makes an entertain in the county’s corner
Not less than that; of a theatre in the big Cities.
Cigars of ashes to smoke suffocating the bar
Like the twilights of life driven so misty
Their heads breezily touches the unusual verge
And smoking intoxicates to sweet flavors drunk.
Hitting to the sound of table, with a nervous laugh
Strolling eyes around the crazy weirdo faces
Screaming and hustling like a band of rock
With the same tune line in very many tone bark:
Noisiness yet, far alike the children’s fair ground
Spotting an aim to shoot it up for their toys,
Dancing of the hastily boots sound on the floor
The belt of bullets clutching on the brave chest;
Yet the slightly giggling voice of the woman’s
Enjoying the adjustment of the drunken man
Hardly holding their glasses of cheery wine, beers:
Whereby, the smokes still utterly fuming smoggy
From the red burning cigar swinging in the hands,
Making the bar look not differs from the city club
Yet the Cigar In Smoke fumed the bar a rocking shot.