Best Marshal Poems
The marshal saddled up as dawn broke over old Dodge City.
Upon town rabble and mean hombres he took no pity!
He donned his ten-gallon hat and strapped on his gun.
On his vest the marshals' badge gleamed in the rising sun!
Sheepskin chaps and fancy boots completed his dandy outfit.
He was a handsome dude - with the ladies he made quite a hit!
He mounted his horse Woody and took a ride about the town,
Ever on the lookout for desperados of notorious renown!
He took a break for a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs,
Then continued on his rounds on the lookout for society's dregs.
Rowdy cowpokes galloped down Main Street on a toot.
Marshal Dan escorted them out of town in hot pursuit!
At high noon the peace of Dodge City was interrupted,
When a brawl at the Long Branch Saloon suddenly erupted!
Shooting began and Marshal Dan drew his peace-maker;
Two rowdy gun-slingers had a date with the undertaker!
With Marshal Dan, peace in Dodge City was guaranteed.
Danny dismounted his rocking horse Woody, his faithful steed.
It had been a tough day trying to be fair and impartial.
Now it was afternoon nap time for the little five-year old marshal!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
A cowboy, and his horse with no name,
One day rode into town, seeking fame.
Where he shot the town marshal,
But it was only partial.
Now the lawman's new horse is named flame.
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Sponsor Joseph May.
For the contest. A Cowboy Limerick.
High Noon.
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He is the African War General,
After his massive Digestion of Seven "JUMBO" Spliff Joints and more,
The sage wont forget to mention his Gulp-in of four pints of dark 'Wicked' Rum before
His Very taste of a Healthy,Well-Balanced Breakfast,
His soul must be very Strong or Twice this Dead..'Once a soldier must I die a
soldier'..Words that put the heart of man to rest.
To carry-on...thus to Tarry-on...We must Carry-on 'Words I learnt from The very Lips of
the King of the Clan..He Truelly Tarried-on,
In Tarrying-on what shall we do...Bowing to worship 'Man' what oxygen shall we breathe,
How many campaigns did He Launch,
Sitting before this campfire chanting war Slogans,Songs and corrosive War Slangs,
I believe it was his very words that made those Flames and Sparks leap this High,
In the battle's very heat did he Unsheath the Heads of Three War Chieves and more.
He is the African War General...
Please do imagine him as he Emerges so strongly from the burning coals that attendeth
the paths of a locale warlord,
Steaming red foaming blood...It is a hard sight..Really not too Dark a sight for an
Intelligent promising Lieutenant,
Who took that last life saving accurate shot that saved 'The-Then-Fiercest-of-War-
Generals,
Who slung that same lethal...killing shot..Pumping in Hot-Lead into the same Man we all
slaved to Save.
The Sundry Deeds of a Highly Martial Mind...Appraising Salient Field Marshals and More.
You are the lip, she the nose, I the throat
old or new, none is keen on the age
to stay as one mind is a huge coat
the hurt from any stone we can manage
even if we are many for the boat
to us, Life is open for patronage
we do not sink but stay atop to float
all to make it out of an orphanage
a weak chic may fall deep down in the port
all hang to help even if it is to import
dusk to dawn, we will give our support
no need for any to be racial
no need to feel less or more when social
we are one with no need for a marshal.
The points I heard them marshal
Made them Plainly Partial
And The Decidedly Racial …
Quarters intended ‘Residential’
Treated like Files Confidential;
The structures for The Influential,
Mode of rent non-sequential …
Lessors’ hearts Loveless Chambers,
Their fiery eyes Indignant Embers,
The Disfavored taking for Tennis Balls,
Their lips for undisguised name calls …
Not unlike The Spatial
To breed The Racial or Partial
To The Abyss sending The Spirit Social.
Each time, he clumsily drank,
Rapidly shrank:
Increasing glasses of burning whisky
He knew was risky.
Then, twice ‘Pitiless Rum’ he tried
And up he dried
A mackerel, from head-to-tail fried!
Like a plant to soon wilt
At a stand still; did tilt…
Now, exceedingly poor,
His company forcing on a family of four,
He had the Lord God to thank,
Each time, he half-filled his tank.
But it has nothing changed
And his life not re-arranged:
In drinking quarters, of Field Marshal Rank
Which I heard and my heart sank.
God! A man by choice bat-blind,
Straight up to his mind?
To all others perfectly behind
While a perfect wristwatch he does wind…
Alcohol Field Marshal,
Whom to ‘Positive Change’ could brave an “I shall”.