Best Desperado Poems
A lone desperado rode his lathered cayuse to old Santa Fe.
It was high noon, sweltering hot and dusty on that fateful day.
The handsome young outlaw wore deadly forty-fours on each hip,
And there were multiple notches etched on each pistol grip!
He dismounted and brushed men aside as he strode to the saloon.
By the look on his face, someone faced doom that sultry afternoon!
He ordered up a bottle of whiskey to wet his sun-parched throat,
Downed a couple of shots and gazed around taking note!
For days he had ridden to find his roving sweetheart LeNore.
Now, he spotted her with a cowpoke in a dark corner near the door.
Their eyes locked briefly and she quickly turned away.
Knowing what was to happen, she sensibly got out of the way!
The enraged desperado fingered his forty-fours and lit a big cigar,
Roaring, "You stole my woman and you know damn well who you are!"
Men scattered, chairs toppled and the two men fired their rod!
When the billowing smoke had settled, one had met his God!
Alas, the lifeless young outlaw lay sprawled upon the barroom floor!
Clutching him to her breast with tearful supplications, knelt LeNore.
They buried him in a lonely grave atop a knoll in Old Boot Hill!
Lenore placed petunias upon his grave, declaring her true love still!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
desperado, cowboy-western, old, men, old,
Form:
Rhyme
Desperado..
Searching for my fate
Lost and traveling
Trying to redeem my reckless ways
I'm kicking up the dust
On this dusty ol' back road
Searching, seeking
To redeem my outlawed soul
At a lonely crossroad
Fleeing from my broken past
It's a lasso around my neck
But I know it's something
Any cowgirl can surpass
I'm going to hightail it
Just as fast as I can go
They can eat my dust
I'm doing what needs to be done
You can't catch me, desperado.
Town to town
As I come and leave
To me, nobody will speak
But I hear their whispers
Through the streets
"Bandit, robber
That slippery eel..
Running from the law
Cold hearted, never shed a tear."
My heart may be rusty
But it sure had my mind torn
What kind of crook
Do these people take me for?
Truth is
They'd never believe
A word from the mouth
As some as misunderstood as me
I'm not who I was
But I still ain't quite me
I guess I'll pack up
Until my demons let me be..
I'm not a burglar
A crook
A con
Or jailbird
There's more to
What you see
I won't hang up my hat
Til' you believe
There's more to me
Than you could ever learn
I've put out my fire
I know it's my turn
Don't look at me and see
No, I don't want to be
Oh, I don't want you to call me
Ms. Desperado..
Categories:
desperado, change, growing up, heart,
Form:
Free verse
a cocky young shooter called Bill
believed no one could rival his skill
alas it was liquor
that proved to be quicker
as they loaded him off to boot hill.
Categories:
desperado, funeral
Form:
Limerick
The frigid night releases Desperado
who slides between the sheets.
Ever-so-slowly she glides her toes
toward her lover who snores & sleeps.
The rise & fall of his sinewy chest
gives courage to her plan -
which is to snuggle ever-so-close
to the heat rolling off her man.
If her mission is successful
and temptation can be tamed;
frozen feet, ever-so-cold
will thaw and live again.
So, stealthily, silently slides her toe
in search of its chosen need.
While unsuspecting Romeo
lies in slumber’s sweet flower & weed.
Under the covers in darkness
Desperado surrounds her foe.
Both love and hate beguile her
as she tries not-too-far to go.
Those feet on that sightless journey
do find the prize they seek.
And ever-so-greedy they scurry
to the source of that slumbering heat.
A VOICE EVER-LOUD in the darkness
SHATTERS the still of the night.
Desperado’s frozen caresses
have given him such-of-a-fright !
. . . . ! . . .(pause). . . . ! . . . .
After a time there is slumber.
The oh!-so-frigid will go.
Once again he lies snoring & sleeping.
as he snuggles his Desperado.
Categories:
desperado, adventure, desire, funny love,
Form:
Rhyme
I, the one who weeps when the world is unreachable
I, the one who's always asking for freedom
I, the one who's trapped in the cage I create
Dying.
Have I not the power to live and to love?
Have I not the misery of mystic happiness?
My soul is floating in the deepest sacrifice;
Have no home for placing my heart.
What say I then?
That the pain is anything ?
Or which is offered in sacrifice is to feel this pain?
My life must run its course.
Lying on the altar of death revelation,
Crowned by Satan's bride,
Saying no words . . .Survive no more.
Sealed by desperate spirit,
I became bond, no mark at all.
Disappear . . . part . . . and part.
I am done.
Categories:
desperado, depression, feelings, heart, pain,
Form:
Blank verse
...inspired by the Robert Earl Keen Jr song
'The Road Goes On Forever'
Flying high thru south west Texas
black Camaro's leaking oil,
radiator needs attention,
sputtering, it starts to boil.
Up ahead a service station,
got to get attention quick,
a fast mechanic and a twelve pack,
cigs and chew will do the trick.
Curt's his name, his disposition,
mean, and dangerous to boot,
he robbed a bank in Amarillo,
teller there he had to shoot.
He doesn't know the teller made it,
thinks he's headed for the Chair,
guns the Chevy, checks the rear view,
blows a tire and fits the spare.
Evening comes, it starts to raining,
visibility is bad,
seven beers, he feels some comfort,
wildest time he's ever had!
Heading southward to the border,
up to speed, he's almost there,
no sign of lawmen in his mirror,
no restrictions anywhere.
North of Shafter there's a roadblock,
troopers out in full array,
he floors the pedal, doing ninety,
they're not gonna block his way!
He slams a cruiser at full measure,
they are stationed full three deep,
a fiery heap of molten metal,
none to grieve and none to weep.
Categories:
desperado, adventure,
Form:
Quatrain
...inspired by the Robert Earl Keen Jr song
'The Road Goes On Forever'
Flyin' high thru south west Texas
black Camaro's leakin' oil,
radiator needs attention,
sputterin', it starts to boil.
Up ahead a service station,
gotta get attention quick,
a fast mechanic and a twelve pack,
cigs and chew will do the trick.
Curt's his name, his disposition,
mean, and dangerous to boot,
he robbed a bank in Amarillo,
teller there he had to shoot.
He doesn't know the teller made it,
thinks he's headed for the Chair,
guns the Chevy, checks the rearview,
blows a tire and fits the spare.
Evenin' comes, it starts to rainin',
visibility is bad,
seven beers, he feels some comfort,
wildest time he's ever had!
Heading southward to the border,
up to speed, he's almost there,
no sign of lawmen in his mirror,
no restrictions anywhere.
North of Shafter there's a roadblock,
troopers out in full array,
he floors the pedal, doin' ninety,
they're not gonna block his way!
He slams a cruiser at full measure,
they are stationed full three deep,
a fiery heap of molten metal,
none to grieve and none to weep.
Categories:
desperado, adventure,
Form:
Quatrain
I don’t want to forget you
Even though it’s ended
I still think we were meant to be
I hope we can mend it
My heart feels heavy
I have so much on my mind
So much to say
But you’ve left me behind
And it’s devastating
To know you’ve lost faith
You left without reason
Left me to wait
My minds trying to hate you
Then why is my heart being difficult?
~Call me pathetic… but I still hope you come home…~
Categories:
desperado, life, lost love, love,
Form:
ABC
...inspired by the Robert Earl Keen Jr song
'The Road Goes On Forever'
Flying high thru south west Texas
black Camaro's leaking oil,
radiator needs attention,
sputtering, it starts to boil.
Up ahead a service station,
gotta get attention quick,
a fast mechanic and a twelve pack,
cigs and chew will do the trick.
Curt's his name, his disposition,
mean, and dangerous to boot,
he robbed a bank in Amarillo,
teller there he had to shoot.
He doesn't know the teller made it,
thinks he's headed for the Chair,
guns the Chevy, checks the rear view,
blows a tire and fits the spare.
Evening comes, it starts to raining,
visibility is bad,
seven beers, he feels some comfort,
wildest time he's ever had!
Heading southward to the border,
up to speed, he's almost there,
no sign of lawmen in his mirror,
no restrictions anywhere.
North of Shafter there's a roadblock,
troopers out in full array,
he floors the pedal, doing ninety,
they're not gonna block his way!
He slams a cruiser at full measure,
they are stationed full three deep,
a fiery heap of molten metal,
none to grieve and none to weep.
Categories:
desperado, adventure,
Form:
Verse
...inspired by the Robert Earl Keen Jr song
'The Road Goes On Forever'
Flying high thru south west Texas
black Camaro's leaking oil,
radiator needs attention,
sputtering, it starts to boil.
Up ahead a service station,
got to get attention quick,
a fast mechanic and a twelve pack,
smokes and chew will do the trick.
Curt's his name, his disposition,
mean, and dangerous to boot,
he robbed a bank in Amarillo,
teller there he had to shoot.
He doesn't know the teller made it,
thinks he's headed for the Chair,
guns the Chevy, checks the rear view,
blows a tire and fits the spare.
Evening comes, it starts to raining,
visibility is bad,
seven beers, he feels some comfort,
wildest time he's ever had!
Heading southward to the border,
up to speed, he's almost there,
no sign of lawmen in his mirror,
no restrictions anywhere.
North of Shafter there's a roadblock,
troopers out in full array,
he floors the pedal, doing ninety,
they're not gonna block his way!
He slams a cruiser at full measure,
they are stationed full three deep,
a fiery heap of molten metal,
none to grieve and none to weep.
Categories:
desperado, adventure,
Form:
Quatrain
INTELLECTUAL DESPERADO
Dear desperado,
Knowledge awaits you tomorrow,
If you painstakingly throw
And expedite yourself like an arrow.
Though your foresight looks narrow,
Don't leave your mind incommunicado
Or famished cos at seashore is where ships row.
Ignorance makes devious innuendo,
rising in a fearsome crescendo.
Deface this phase dear desperado.
Despite despicable deeds of a life of struggle,
You're on your way to completing your hurdle.
Education or knowledge is soul food.
Whether from the mansion, the street or the hood,
Whether a Scandinavian, Africana or Caribbee,
Reality gives life to what you grope to be,
It set prisoners at liberty, sail free!
Be consumed with passion like inferno.
Don't just let knowledge sink in but tower
A dormant mind will make ignorance to hover.
Dear desperado,
What you feed your soul in hunger
Makes money out of a mere monger.
Intentionally feed your intellect not just nations,
no matter the circumstances or limitations.
The insight garnered exude theories as Plato.
Knowledge announces you with loud bravado
Making a scholar out of a rascal.
Even mother Earth is a seed of Knowledge, ask her!
With same potency until the last set hour,
Knowledge in hand is worth power.
A hungry soul goes extra mile to feed the mind
And feast on information that one meticulously find.
The rarest example of a kid's mindset emancipation;
Can you fathom the level of desperation?
Starved of light at home for homework & studies,
he took the opportunity to use the street lights.
This kid jettisoned the trap of the dark abyss,
Staring limitation and slothfulness in the face
and throwing up a middle finger with much hate
Can you already tell that this one will be great,
irrespective of the tough and humble beginning?
Even in his struggles, I can tell he's winning.
Despite life's impediment, be strong dear desperado.
Encomiums to this young Plato.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©? March, 2023.
Categories:
desperado, 1st grade,
Form:
Rhyme
...inspired by the Robert Earl Keen Jr song
'The Road Goes On Forever'
Flyin' high thru south west Texas
black Camaro's leakin' oil,
radiator needs attention,
sputterin', it starts to boil.
Up ahead a service station,
gotta get attention quick,
a fast mechanic and a twelve pack,
cigs and chew will do the trick.
Curt's his name, his disposition,
mean, and dangerous to boot,
he robbed a bank in Amarillo,
teller there he had to shoot.
He doesn't know the teller made it,
thinks he's headed for the Chair,
guns the Chevy, checks the rearview,
blows a tire and fits the spare.
Evenin' comes, it starts to rainin',
visibility is bad,
seven beers, he feels some comfort,
wildest time he's ever had!
Heading southward to the border,
up to speed, he's almost there,
no sign of lawmen in his mirror,
no restrictions anywhere.
North of Shafter there's a roadblock,
troopers out in full array,
he floors the pedal, doin' ninety,
they're not gonna block his way!
He slams a cruiser at full measure,
they are stationed full three deep,
a fiery heap of molten metal,
none to grieve and none to weep.
Categories:
desperado, adventure,
Form:
Quatrain
...inspired by the Robert Earl Keen Jr song
'The Road Goes On Forever'
Flyin' high thru south west Texas
black Camaro's leakin' oil,
radiator needs attention,
sputterin', it starts to boil.
Up ahead a service station,
gotta get attention quick,
a fast mechanic and a twelve pack,
cigs and chew will do the trick.
Curt's his name, his disposition,
mean, and dangerous to boot,
he robbed a bank in Amarillo,
teller there he had to shoot.
He doesn't know the teller made it,
thinks he's headed for the Chair,
guns the Chevy, checks the rearview,
blows a tire and fits the spare.
Evenin' comes, it starts to rainin',
visibility is bad,
seven beers, he feels some comfort,
wildest time he's ever had!
Heading southward to the border,
up to speed, he's almost there,
no sign of lawmen in his mirror,
no restrictions anywhere.
North of Shafter there's a roadblock,
troopers out in full array,
he floors the pedal, doin' ninety,
they're not gonna block his way!
He slams a cruiser at full measure,
they are stationed full three deep,
a fiery heap of molten metal,
none to grieve and none to weep.
Categories:
desperado, death
Form:
Quatrain
I’m
really
desperate
to please my heart
than anyone else;
I seem appear so near
but you are too blind to see
what my eyes can not tell, so I
now sleep in your illusive kisses-
for this pulsating mind o’ mine to rest.
Categories:
desperado, girlfriend-boyfriend, love,
Form:
Etheree
I am like a young bird learning to fly
Like a little deer starting to walk
The roads are not clear I am lost in my ways,
Reaching out to the world for help.
Temptations are strong and so is my desire
to explore and learn
Please help me identify the road to follow.
Don’t give up on me for I need your guidance
and know that even thought I don’t always show my gratitude
When I feel lonely or lost your words resound in my mind
and knowing you care helps me understand that there is a better way.
Don’t let me loose my way take my hand
and guide me to a brighter day.
Categories:
desperado, confusion, inspirational, life, teen,
Form: