Best Holster Poems

The child is a poet with innocent eyes
		And a bumpity A-B-C rhyme,
		A dancer whose feet with the rhythm of life
		Move in jubilant one-two-three time.

		The child...

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It was now growing dark as the sun was going down
When a stranger rode into Soup Creek, a frontier town
No one could see his face,...

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This is the story of mad Molly Shaw
She might be mad now but she wasn’t before
she came home to find her man dead on the...

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Your strongest day is standing
just outside your door. Let it in.

Each day the sun comes home to you 
it whispers with the wind
calling out your...

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If you are reading "the Adventures of Soda Pop" for the first time, read the first in the series and the story will make 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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Bank robber Jim was one unlucky bloke
Went to draw his gun but the holster broke
It dropped on the bank floor
And went off with a roar
The...

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A glacier like a cowboy sat
Upon the foothills. And just like that 
The climate changed from hope
To glad. And just like that a bar of...

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Gangsta politicians,
falling stars   ...   twinkling
of an eye 
	disappearing

Leper lips
	 halitosis blowing
Got there gun clips
and stacked deck 
	    poker...

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Son Of A Gun

My Great Great Grandpa was a musket
only one son he would want.
My Great Great Grandma named him shotgun
he used to love to...

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7/20/19

"I'll be your Joker"


Still a registered voter
Signed up to be an organ donor
And finally became a car owner

I rarely use a controller
When it's time, I'll...

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The Bad, The Ugly and The Good  (aka: Bad, Badder, Baddest)


The Bad
I am the gun-toting, God-fearing Ganja Gangsta.
I’ll smoke you, pray for you, then...

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Billy the kid kept roving around,
A campfire here, a cowhand there,
He traveled alone through country & town,
Always headed somewhere,

One certain day he rode into town,
His...

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My Heart beats faster when I touch my Gun
Loch David Crane, 
Border Patrol Auxiliary
26 January  2010

We track illegal aliens in the snow.
It's easy to...

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The date
July Twenty Eight
The year, 1914
The War which we feared 
It began, something we could not foresee
This date, still haunters me
To this very day
Those bewailing...

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