Best Earp Poems

Wyatt Berry Stapp Earp
knew how to snag a gun totin' perp,
loved the ladies, but never liquor.
He was a habitual ice cream licker! 

For Kim's Cleri-who?...

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In the 1600's, Europeans lived on the eastern shore
Their numbers grew, they wanted more.
Iroquios, Sauk, Ottawa, and Mohawk were tribes they met
Too many and more,...

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Some modern folks, when they hear his name,
will roll their eyes and look ashamed,
thinking the cowboy is uncivilized,
with his hats, and guns, and round-up rides.
That...

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Lord what I'd give to go back in time.
Meet historical legends Wyatt Earp,
 Or Jessie James, let them leap off 
The written page, and live...

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“Cambodia is
Cambodia but not really
Cambodia.”
That’s what some say
As the years roll on
Forty years or so since Pol Pot and his pals posted
‘Year 0”, 
Sent the...

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I have sworn off women 
but I can't control my dreams
Beyoncé and Rihanna are trying to corrupt me
At least that's the way it seems ....

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It’s way back in the eighties, of  the eighteenth century,
the bad man Johnny Ringo, did stalk Arizona free,
from Lukeville  to Sonoro, he dealt...

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I was watching the TV the other day
When a certain Rerun began to play.
It brought me back to one of my brain's stifled bans
Because it...

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Heat waves dancing atop the freshly laid pavement
Sun burning up skin and crimping our eyes
Flies trying to get in, but I can't save them
Poor little...

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Take my heart to Tombstone,
Away from hill and tree,
Sell my horse to injuns
But give the saddle free

Outside haunts a spectre,
He has his eye on me,...

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It was the start of a decade not to be forgotten.

It was my growing up period.  A very bad year for me

in many ways....

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          Johnny and Amber

To get my mind off war and inflation
I’ve watched the trial for defamation.
...

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There is no Sunday west of St. Louis
And no God that’s west of Ft. Smith—
So says the frontier adage that’s truest
And confirms the last Old...

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Eighteen hundred and three begins U.S. destinies.
Merriwether Lewis and his comrade, William Clark, agrees –
They will go forth, avoid Frenchmen, fighting growling grizzlies.
To find a...

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The Darkness at Noon

Tombstone never looked so good
With doomsday coming down 
On the dusty Arizona town
The OK Corral near by 
The Clanton-McLaury gang on hand
With...

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