Best Old West Poems

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 again.
Rough riders, shooting the colt 45,
Learning swiftness by the draw.
Badges brethren, gather up,
The madman’s posse,
Gun powders equalizers,
 In there bloody...

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Weeds and grass grow in the cracks
of sun-faded, crumbling pavement,
a parking lot that once was full
of stressed parents and cowboys nascent.
A grand sign over the entry
now is rotted two-thirds away,
this old piece of my childhood
truly has seen better days.

It was an old-west town once,
where we...

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Monmouth, Illinois
Wyatt Earp was born right there
Can that be OK?
...

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The trollop of horses into our fathers minds,
Stare into the eyes of the men forever blind.
Infinitely seeing the hinges of time swinging,
Forever intensely.. For never ending....

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In June of 1870, my Great Great Granddad was playing Poker in the Old West.
Even though he was shot, the law neglected to place the murderer under arrest.
My Great Great Granddad wasn't being honest, he was cheating.
He was plugged through the heart and his heart...

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brilliance bona fide in redolent skies
keen red submerging, clementine twilight
sunflowers show-offs of the waning sun
wedged within burnt orange escarpments
swifts of volcanic horizon in desert crags
old West crush corralled in surround-hugs
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Tim was the new judge in Deadwood Flat
Not really qualified, just a rancher at that
He first case was of the outlaw, Horace Slade
Caught red handed in a cattle raid

The jury took ten minutes to recommend the noose
Better than letting this rattlesnake loose.
Tim smoothed out his...

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broke down in Tucson
flat-busted, him punchin' cows
and her slingin' hash...

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Celia Ann Blaylock, one of Alice’s doves
Plied her talents when the Wild West was
A Hooker, a hussy, streetwalker, floozy
a strumpet. Loose woman, whatever, a doozy
and then she met Wyatt, a man with a star
while working in Tombstone at Alice’s bar
she called him her husband, he...

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She was a gunslinger from way back.
She kept this under her hat.
A secret from everyone except the women she avenged.
They called her Marigold, because of her flowers.
When women who had been wronged learned of other women wronged,
They came to her in the middle of the...

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You got your gun there on your hip.
You got your tin star pinned there on your vest.
You got your hat pulled way down low
Yet your heart beats fast there in your chest.
Because before you stands the man
And your hand is slippery with sweat
And the time...

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