Best Ranger Poems
The Lone Ranger would come to save the day
With his trusted sidekick Tonto at bay
Outlaws didn't have chance
Were often in trance
He left and said “ Hi-Yo, silver away!”
Alexis Y.
May 2, 2022
Categories:
ranger, friend,
Form:
Limerick
When lifting hair was not a crime
Tonto was ahead of his time
He saw a bald Ranger
Whose mask made him stranger
A real pandemic paradigm!
Categories:
ranger, humor,
Form:
Limerick
On the distant horizon a thick cloud appeared!
Could it be?...so near?....a storm danger?
Closer and closer the picture came clearer!
It's the masked man they call the Lone Ranger!
Come lightning, thunder or rain!
the Lone Ranger rides again!
with Tonto an Indian friend...
on Silver a horse he named,
In old wild western TV days!
they rendered justice for mankind!
and jailed all those with evil ways!
one silver bullet at a time!
And often some would ask...
who's that man wearing that mask?
Is he trouble?...are we in danger?
No! that's no stranger! They'd say!...
That's the Lone Ranger!...
Hi! Yo! Silver away! He'd say!
As he rode away.
Categories:
ranger,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
Ned Kelly, bush ranger.
An Australian bush ranger
Of Irish descent
He roamed through our ranges
With evil intent.
His name was Ned Kelly
He earned so much fame
Teaming up with his brothers
To rob was their game
He killed him, some policemen
There were three of them
And so repercussions
From this evil did stem
When one day there came
Knocking at his door
Some men of Authority
The arm of the law.
His life was cut short
They hung him one day
In old Melbourne town
His life slipped away
Now he is a legend
Most hold him on high
To me he was evil
And evil must die.
Vera Duggan 4 July 2014
Categories:
ranger, abuse, angst, betrayal, character,
Form:
Rhyme
Following a note from my wife – something about me acting like the Lone Ranger, I
was compelled to respond in my usual manner. I told her this was a love poem to
her.
I am the Lone Ranger
I am the Lone Ranger I shout out with glee
You are but Tonto - subservient to me
I am the Lone Ranger I puff out with pride
You are but Tonto along for the ride
I am the Lone Ranger - out front in a fight
You are but Tonto along side to my right
I am the Lone Ranger with guns and a mask
You are but Tonto and do as you're asked
I am the Lone Ranger - the shows named after me
If it wasn't for Tonto - no Ranger I'd be
I am the Lone Ranger and when it all comes to pass
You are but Tonto but you save my ass
So I am the Lone Ranger but between me an you
It’s Tonto who always gets us both through!
What is it with this mask I wear?
It hides the fact that I do care.
The silver bullets? They're for show.
They're only silver plated though.
And the horse all pure and white?
To show I'm always in the right.
As for tonto at my side,
The symbol of my loving bride.
Without which I would be in danger.
With which, I'm the old Lone Ranger.
mdailey
Contest: the Mask
Categories:
ranger, husband, love, wifeme, me,
Form:
Rhyme
The Lone Ranger and Tonto strode into saloon
To get out of the sun and heat of the noon
They stood at the bar; their thirst the beer quenching
When through the doors came a cowboy crashing
He asked in a puff ‘Whose white horse is outside?
He’s down on his back and it looks like he’s died”
“That sure sounds like Silver”, Tonto replied
The three rushed outside to find horse belly up
The Lone Ranger poured water in mouth from tin cup
Poor Silver just lay there and sighed with a wheeze
“Could you run round in circles and stir up a breeze”?
Said the Ranger to Tonto and pleaded with “Please”?
Silver perked up when the draft round him rose
“Looks like his death was mis-diagnosed”
The Lone Ranger returned to finish his beer
As a cowboy burst in wearing old dusty gear
Inquiring about horse his intent was too clear
“What’s wrong with him now”? not wanting to hear
The cowboy spoke up and said “Nothing” with cunning
“But I think you left your Injun running”
Categories:
ranger, funny, horse, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
when the booze gets to me and nobody will care,
because of my beard or stink or hair,
I curl up under the cardboard and fly away,
to a place high up in the air
my brown hands part the partial, tipsy clouds,
hanging together like freshly laundered shrouds,
or like cops in a bar in a good part of town
I just fly man; fly in my titanium, uranium, cranium suit,
all cherry blossom soft linen, cute:
but I don’t know if I can keep it up, this cerebral act,
this fornication, supplication, altercation with the brew;
I really just don’t know; it’s kind of simple like a dimple, or
maybe a stubborn pimple, that’s never, going away; see,
I really just don’t know the time of day, or what to say,
or which crazy, hazy, game to play
and folks around just curse at me; they only see the walking
wreck, the speck, what the heck, not the man who used to be
a father, brother, son and lover;
no its all changed now, not for the better, never get a meal
with fetter; it’s crisps or pizza, scraps or pie, sometimes they
just spit in my eye;
yes I know it’s a severe admission, faulty cognition, its spiral
crashing aircraft position; but it’s like that here, where I’m at,
in the medication, obfuscation, strangulation cardboard city stay
So next time you see me and you look away all sly, unwilling to
look me, straight in the eye, remember, remember, with your
embarrassing sigh;
your’e looking at Simeon, Ranger of the Sky
Categories:
ranger, addiction, health, heartbreak, identity,
Form:
Free verse
The Not So Lone Ranger
Hi Ho Silver the Lone Ranger yells as he rides
Misleading because he always had a friend by his side
His guide, sidekick, savior, and yes friend
Tonto stayed with him till the bitter sweet end
When the Lone Ranger needed help, Tonto was there
Wherever he was needed, Tonto was everywhere
In a battle shooting guns or bare knuckled fists
Tonto was the first to deliver most hits
When traveling across the desert hungry and cold
Tonto trapped the food and built fires with charcoal
If the Ranger had a message to send of dire need
Tonto would deliver it on horseback full speed
No matter who the foe he had the Rangers back
He has saved him many times during surprise attacks
Saved him from Indians, Mexicans, and White Men
I guess you could say that he was the very best friend
His loyalty to the Ranger was far above none
The Ranger might be lone but it was two amigos with guns
04/24/2016
Categories:
ranger, friendship, native american,
Form:
Couplet
Their lived a man once upon a time in Hollywood
Who in peace and war his glory stood
Reaching by far his story could
For he was known to share holy food
From a holy book in Hollywood
Always alone he used to be
With his broad sword no enemy was left free
He could slash and shriek zubb zubb like a bee
And took a holy book and said, ‘Lord forgive me.’
And finally admitted this is how it’s suppose to be
He went to the coast to enjoy the calm see breeze
And watched immigrant ships telling him to freeze
He killed people who had pads on their knees
And preached to those who has none of these
And could finally pray as usual in the breeze
He stood for all joy and stood for anger
For he had to use both his book and his panga
As they both worked on people to kill their hunger
He gave a wait to his finger
Which pointed at the book to kill the anger
For his missions he never was late
I don’t know how because there were no calendars to tell the date
Nor clock to tell the time, but sunrise and sunset
When he hunted his need until he would get
And his book and sword was used on time, never late
He was known to be a Hollywood ranger
Who could welcome any stranger
Whether for peace or war he was ready for any danger
On Christmas he used to sing away in a manger
And he was ready to preach and fight as a ranger
Stories were flying about adventures of him
But publishers were scared to publish his film
Nor light on him could beam
For they were afraid of his team:
The holy book, the sword, and him
Now you may wonder how I’m writing about this man
It’s neither because I have a gun
Nor because I’m able to run
But it’s because he passed away and he’s done
And every creature in Hollywood remembers this man.
Categories:
ranger, adventure, war, people, peace,
Form:
Narrative
Ranger joe
He always knows
Which way to go
How much to fight
Or what's too slow
Never quit, never surrender
That's the oath
He'll always remember
Who is too weak,
Or which one is strong
He'll cover down
And won't be wrong
He'll sing along with every creed
He will never miss a beat
Nor a bullet, nor a friend
His heart is strong,
But in the end,
The faster,
The smarter,
The keener,
The wiser,
The hiss of a mortar,
It just won't matter,
Because the good die young,
And the bad live longer,
To spread disease,
To make life harder,
To do more harm than good,
And make the good even better...
Categories:
ranger, military, poems, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Riding the quarter slot pony
at Woolworth’s five & dime
Would send this half pint cowgirl
back to another time
I was Calamity Jane riding hell bent
to bring the US mail,
Annie Oakley, with dead eye aim,
shooting lint specks off a nail,
In my games of Cowboy & Indian
everyone would win
The Lone Ranger & Tonto
were my two bestest friends
Out in the back yard,
on my old swing set
I created memories
that I will never forget
I would swing & sing for hours
loud enough for the world to hear
I rode the meanest broncs
never showed a bit of fear
I dreamed of Being like Tad or Fox
Weren’t nobody putting me in a china box
while momma dreamed of frills & lace
In my dreams, I always rode ahead of the race
I always wore a white hat
& never lost a fight
Evil wore a black hat
& a heart as black as night
I find myself wishing
more often here of late
That I could return again
to that childhood age of eight
When everything made more sense
& innocence wasn’t lost
I wonder, if I turned back time,
what would be the cost?
© April 2005
Categories:
ranger, childhood, cowboy-western, imagination, life,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
I had a dog named Ranger.
His fur was brown and white.
His eyes were full of mystery.
His disposition, a delight!
Whenever I was resting,
he'd climb up on my knee.
He would lick my hand and snuggle in,
while I sat and watched TV.
We were family, for sixteen years,
through good times and through bad.
Ranger's gone, but never forgotten,
the best friend I ever had.
Categories:
ranger, dedication, love, pets,
Form:
Rhyme
Game-ranger
cowardly looking
met smiling lioness
terrified- his heart jumped into mouth
collapsed
Categories:
ranger, power, satire,
Form:
Cinquain
Rise Up!
Daylight's a-Burnin'
By the End of this Day
That Varmint Black Bart's
Fixin' to Be Learnin'
Robbing and Murdering Innocent Folks
Might Get's You some Nice Spurs and a Fancy Gun
I'm Fixing to Have You Hang For it
When All is Said and Done
I'm Gonna Keep On Riding
All Night if I Have To
Sticking Tobacco in my Jaw
My Horse Nightrider and my Trusty Six-Shooter
Is All I Need To Uphold The Law
Categories:
ranger, adventure, imagination,
Form:
I'm feeling rather silly today
Not that that's so unusual
But I'm feeling even more silly than usual
Read on and methinks
You'll understand exactly what I mean
Have thoughts of what it would be like
To be a ravishing female
Rather than this hunk of male virility
That I am now
Of course I would be an absolute stunner
With a body to die for
Must stop... I'm getting all squirmy
How about if I became the ruler
Of a large African country and signed into law
That sex is officially permitted
In public places as long as you're wearing
A Lone Ranger mask
Oops! Methinks I may be stepping over the line
Alright, how about becoming a
Standup comedian with my own late night show
Now that's more up my alley
Good thing Leno and Letterman
Decided to call it quits
Guess they knew I was about to take over!
Perhaps I should go lie down a spell
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
ranger, humorous,
Form:
Narrative