Best Outlaw Poems
Racism kills
Outlaw racism
Racism deprives
Outlaw racism
Racism deceives
Outlaw racism
Racism steals
Outlaw racism
Racism manipulates
Outlaw racism
Racism distorts
Outlaw racism
Racism ultimately denies someone else's rights and entire existence
Outlaw racism
I am an outlaw for Christ,
I know he paid the price,
I don’t have to think twice,
He was the ultimate sacrifice.
The devils always trying to keep me quiet,
Accusing me of starting a riot,
But, it’s the truth that sets men free
So there is no one that can stop me.
I have graduated from old ways,
I’m at the alter with both my hands raised
To the author and finisher of my salvation
I now only care about his reputation.
I find it funny how no one spoke
When I lived a life that was a sick joke
And now that I have amazing grace
I hear whispers in every place
But, that does not change how I feel
For it’s his presence that is so surreal
I am thankful to be called his friend
I will sing his song until the very end.
By: Sabina Nicole
The sounds of wolves howling... echoed loudly,
deep in the solitary woods of no mans land,
While the blazing campfire shared its hearth proudly,
heating the pot of coffee Kid Colt had close at hand,
Each day rehashed such thoughts of how it could be,
for one labeled an outlaw man,
Would it be jail....or staying free,
or getting dealt the dead mans hand?
Staying on the run is sure trouble,
when yer wanted dead or alive fer a crime,
If yer shot dead, all they need is a shovel,
alive, it's a hanging or prison time,
Card games can bring out the worse in a man,
if yer drinking gets ya mouthy and drunk,
and blaming a player of a cheating hand,
could be yer jawin' on too big a chunk!
Saw many a man shot between the eyes,
and some plumb through the chest!
Too slow a gun, ain't no surprise,
The fastest can be the deadliest!
Never plan to kill over a triple jack hand,
and don't fancy getting called a cheat in any card play!
Not enough guts could get ya shot in the back, and,
could have, can't back down, turn around, can't walk away.
"Epic Epigram"
His name came rightly so,
He carried two colts wherever he'd go,
"The Outlaw" came, from his death dealing draw!
during card games or a fist fighting brawl!
Boom! down one went! Boom! Boom! 3 bullets spent!
Boom! Boom! Boom! hell bound they're sent,
by Kid Colt, The Outlaw Gent.
He was rsised in New Mexico
and became feared more than Geronimo
The army enlisted him as a brave
to track down other braves.
Accused of many crimes
he escaped many times.
He led many raids
with his four braves.
He didn't trust his tribe
so he stayed on the outside.
People say he died
in a fight with soldiers
others say he died in his cave.
Even ranchers claim
to have killed the brave
down in New Mexico way
after a raid.
I'm just a typical working bloke
Who went to court for taking a toke
My brief, my attorney
And my financial journey
I lost now I'm totally broke
The Scales of Justice didn't tip my way,
I figure from the dues I've had to pay.
While thumbing down to Shaky Town
I thought I turn my luck around,
At a drugstore in Salinas on a cold September day.
The Wheel of Fortune, rolled out the door
With the owner tied and ordered to the floor.
As from the till the larger bills
I grabbed until my pockets filled,
A gunshot woke the morning on that cold September day.
My Guardian Angel flew out of town
As my body wretch’d and tumbled to the ground.
There close to death I came to rest,
A sheriff's bullet in my chest.
My ticket back to prison on that cold September Day.
Never caught a glimpse of Lady Luck.
But that ain't going to make me pass the buck.
After 3 to 10 in Folsom pen
And wondering where my life has been,
I walked out in the sunlight on a cold September day.
The Horn of Plenty wouldn’t blow my song,
But somehow through these years I’ve got along.
While never holding nothing more than
Inside straights and hotel doors,
I'll sit out while you dance with life this cold September day.
Dedicated to Guy Clark, Townes Van Zandt and John Prine.
****-kick boots, chains on the belt,
Harley on the jacket,
pate crowned with felt...
you can swoon, you can die
at a glance of his eye.
No one seems to notice
that he swishes more than swaggers.
Strut through the room,
dance with all The Gals,
low'r the boom on troublemakers,
joke with all The Pals...
Sally really wants him but she
worries 'cause she staggers
and she never seems to notice
that he swishes more than swaggers.
Last dance, closin' time.
The Gang leaves with a shout.
It's breakfast at the Flyin' K,
but Sally passes out.
So once again, the joke's on them
and really, does it matter?
His newfound trucker friend is glad
he swishes more than swaggers.
Limericks crochetés : Once an Outlaw wished to abide by the Law
Once an Outlaw wished to abide by the Law
He married sister to Officer Law -
Then he went to college
Now lawyer in village :
His in-law divorced to marry Outlaw !
He took her case up to Appeal Court
The judges pronounced the divorce naught
So she joined the husband
To form the In-Law bund
To trap couples in marriages fraught
He thus named his law firm : In-Law & Co :
Specialists on marriages broken by law -
His clients were divorced
Payment by cheque not forced :
Outlaws lawyers in-laws knocked on his door !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
I'm not afraid of jail
I'm not afriad of Hell
Im comfortable at home
As well in a cell
Disregard for every rule
Nickname me cruel
A.K.A. crazy
My rage never gets lazy
Is it obvious I'm so immersed in hatred
I have some sympathy inside me but nowhere permanent to place it
Lets face it
Im a rolling stone
Bad like Michael Jackson(R.I.P.)
Bad to the bone
I think the devil fears me
I know He hears me
Eyes dry like the desert
So I don't get teary
That's probably why ghosts won't come near me
I chase down them zombies
They trudge away in fear but won't get away from me
I'm that evil
Yea that evil
Words cut like a knife
Yes sir my poems cleave you
Law enforcement doesn't deserve respect
Authority assassin
Watch closely as I grasp the FBI by the neck
People get so curious
As to why I'm so furious
Then they start to question about my rage's secret weapen
R.A.G.E. stands for Richard Always Get Even
This is way beyond realization
Beyond believin
I was bred this way
Anger entered my home with intentions to forever stay
It's ok
Because as far as I can remember glee and joy was scarce
A rarity
I used the rest of my happiness so I donated it to charity
As for dyin I'll be content to meet my maker
No love for any being
Girls call me heartbreaker
Guys call me headbreaker
Make them all pay for leaving me
How could this be
Which is worst: Being stranded
Or being abandoned
Maybe I'm just both
In-between
Pure mean
Go to either heaven or hell and do a one-man raid
I'm not afraid
Because I'm a thug, outlaw, infamous
3.28 parsec out
We’re making an impromptu flight change
Windstar is gonna have to make
a low-grav burn and turn
towards the Big Rocky asteroid belt border
It’s a risky nav maneuver for sure,
but every space outlaw has faced that situation before
We got pesky corporate police on our tail,
time to power down, run silent on dual trilitium cells
Pai-du Jerah
I’m the drawn short-straw captain of this motley crew,
they respect me with a razor edge
I’ve sacrificed my life a time or two for them,
I get the necessary begrudge ... but no flak,
when I tell them what we gotta do
My number one right hand is a woman
I wouldn’t look too hard at her, pal,
if you know what’s best for your health
Vydrikia, she’s a long purple-haired, gen-eng vixen,
with tripwire anger issues
She smiles dismissively at me,
as she unstraps her NB (nuke blast) pulse gun
Says the next time I mess with her,
she just might not have it set on stun
I know the crew is prickly raw, that they want a little r & r ...
but we’ve got an interstellar new gov hush-hush delivery to make
And this nasty job, we gotta see it through —
if we wanna get paid that five zil Galaxian credit
Don’t wanna hear none of that mission impossible talk
Our motto is:
Evade or pear starjuice cajole
Be prepared for any planetary orbital patrol
We’re space outlaws
When we drop out of hyperspace —
whatever you do,
vigilante solar citizens ...
don’t get in our way!
That’s one reward that ain’t worth dying for
We wear both hats;
sometimes we’re the good guys,
sometimes we’re on the other side
It depends on what the pay is,
depends on what the fight is too
Some say we ain’t nothing but paid mercs
When swiping the untraceable credit disk,
we love giving the mean smirks
We can be your best friend,
we can be your worst enemy
But oft times, we’re in the middle somewhere
Space outlaws don’t much care
A new sheriff in town named Shaw
Came to get rid of an outlaw
They would slap leather soon
Around the time of noon
Sheriff was faster on the draw!
5-3-2022
Born in 1880
to a single mom
back in Maine.
He volunteered
in the army
after school.
He did many
robberies
bank's and trains.
He stayed in Oklahoma
but broke the law
in other states too.
His gang of jolly
men changed many times.
His demise
came from train
he went to rob.
Two demijons
and a watch
is all he got.
Asleep in a loft
the city marshall
and deputies came along.
Minutes pass by
but still alive.
Stinger Fenton got
the shot that count
that silenced his gun.
Being embombed
his body was a side show
for all to see.
In California one day
in the show
being a mannequin
his arm tore
as all were in shock
to see the bone.
McCurdy in a hearse
with gun riders beside
taken to boot hill in Guthrie
where he lay
Being the urban outlaw has its own rewards, especially when this vingilante-like person is helping the Marshall oficers capture the bad guys. It's just like a modern-day version of the Wild Wild West, except that the buildings (including the saloons) have closed down or whatever. When one of the urban outlaws are riding their horses into town, they're either greeted by the townsfolks or feared by them. What's so great about the urban outlaws in the Wild Wild West is that the cowboys are playing a lot of poker and drinking, but minus the alcoholic beverages, let alone whiskey. Everybody knows that the urban outlaws have their backs, especially when corruption rises in their towns. The urban outlaw has to abide the rules that society has handed to him, especially the townspeople. God only knows that cowboys and outlaws are either against each other or working together and stuff. All urban outlaws also love sleeping by campfires and riding their horses through the heated desert and by the riverbanks. Not only does the urban outlaw has a lot of adventures, even in the Wild Wild West, he also has the freedom to ride his horse anywhere, even in town. Those cowboys and outlaws should be very proud of themselves. But what is so great about being an urban outlaw most of all is when he's on the run from the bad guys who he had jailed, even better. Well, I guess that's how these people roll in the Wild Wild West. Right now, I find the cowboys, the urban outlaws, and the Wild Wild West very interesting, especially when he and/or she's outside of the city. It's also as if we're back in the year 1867. And if there are going to be modern-day urban outlaws and modern-day cowboys everywhere these people go, even in rual places like outside of Dallas and/or Albuquerque, that would be awesome for everybody, even me.
Rascal: cat with claws
Not make laws
Put in cage
Contain rage
Hear how he bawls!
You Rode Into My Town
Gunned all The Lonely Deputies Down
Blew-Up The Bank Of Trust, In Our Face …
Where, There Was Hope … Is Now Empty Space …
… Now, I Gotta Chase You ! …
Outlaw !
Armed and Dangerous
Outlaw !
Jesse James, Would Be Jealous
… of You – Outlaw !
You’re Outrageous …
… and You’re An Outlaw ! …
Stealing Hearts, Like They Was Gold
… Silver Bullets, Are The Lies, You Told
Just A Masked-Man, Running Away …
No Longing-Arms, Can Make You Stay
… This Is Where You Pay (Now) ! …
Outlaw !
# 1 On Our Wanted List …
Outlaw !
They Told Me You Never Miss ! …
Outlaw !
… In A Duel, or A Quick Kiss …
… You’re An Outlaw !
Rustlin’ Cows and Cheating at Cards
Done Knocked Down, Many A Weak and Off-Guard
I Will Chase You Long and Hard
To Show You, How It Feels To Be Scarred …
… My Personal Reward ! …
Outlaw !
$ 10,000.00 Reward
Outlaw !
A Dollar, For Each Broken Heart
Outlaw !
… Better Get A Head-Start …
Outlaw !
Chorus:
Oh, I didn’t do Anything / That’s What All Outlaws Sing!
Oh, I didn’t do Anything / Then, This is Just A Real Bad Dream!
Oh, I didn’t do Anything / Stop! … Then, Where’s Her Dadgum Ring? …
Outlaw …
You Avoid Honor, Like A Hangman’s Noose
Out There, Wild and Still Running Loose
Wanted Posters, Up On Every Wall
When They Look At It … Tears Just Fall …
… You’re A Real Quick-Draw ! …
Outlaw !
Look At That Brim …
Outlaw !
Cocked-Low, Like A Trigger-Rim …
Outlaw !
… Yeah, That’s Him ! …
… It’s The Outlaw ! …
This is Showdown For Nerves-On-Edge
No More Hide-Outs; Not Another Hedge
No More Ladies, Lying On A Ledge
No More Lies, Or A Broken Pledge …
… See This Badge !!! …
Outlaw !
I Shoot Straight From A Curve-Hip …
Outlaw !
You Won’t Get To Give Me The Slip …
Outlaw !
You’re Gonna Get Wild-Whipped …
Outlaw !
Chorus:
Girl, I Know You’re Hurtin’ / But He Was Only Flirtin’
Luv, Stop Your Crying / Break Free From His Lying
Hon, I’m Doing You A Favor / He Ain’t Never Gonna Put No Ring On Your Finger …
He’s An Outlaw !
(Part One of Two)