Best Saloon Poems

Jenna’s Saloon on Soup Creek
Tania, Deb, Kim, Constance, Belle 
Darlene, Connie, Paula as well
Work for Jenna in her saloon
Waiting on tables in fine tune.

Singing as customers are served
All things abnormal are observed 
The gals listen to what goes on
Reporting all to Mayor Tom.

The saloon’s a...

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On the top floor of Smidget’s, you could stay, if you paid,
‘Twas a clean-running place, now, so don’t be dismayed…
‘Twas up there, I’d a run-in with one of the boys,
For his snoring and mumbling had made quite a noise…

“I’ve no wish to fight you,” the...

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She dances to the rhythm at a place where cowboys gather
She dances in the evening and in the afternoon
She's got no place she'd rather be and that's a wonderous thing
She knows a thousand tunes at the Buckle Up Saloon.

She looked for fame and fortune in...

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NOTE: I don't find the time, neither do I have much inclination, to write a great deal these 
days. However, the occasional new piece gets composed, and this is one. I would like to take 
this opportunity to thank everyone - Ruben, Raul, Andrew, Elaine,...

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The Grizzly Old Cowboy's Night At The Saloon


That wash-bin washed away tons of trail-dirt
Many a pint of blood too said the old man
He was lean and mean in his cowboy shirt
Weather-beaten face and western sun's tan.
Young man, hitch your belt tight tonight
We afixin' to race...

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The poker game wuz progressin' purty well 'til Iron Mike started a ruckus!
Seems he had some spare aces up his sleeve, that dirty, sneaky cuss!
One-Eyed Pete didn't cotton to them shenanigans and drew his forty-four!
Iron Mike jumped up, toppled chairs and tables a-skedaddlin' fer the...

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Welcome to Gutter Ball Saloon
Where careful words waft through the tavern;
Serpentine swirls with evil intentions.
Watch your step and pocketbook.

Observe the chap in the derby hat.
No, the other one.
No, the other one…with the honeycomb vest.
That singular sap is one of kind.
Or one of ten; a soldier-still...

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“Go west young man”, the neighbors said; but they wisely stayed at home.
From pianoforte to pianoforte, saloon to saloon, town to town I roam.
Surrounded by Phillistines, “soiled doves”, cowpokes, and dullards,
Gamblers, dealers, dance hall girls, and other assorted drunkards.
If a fellow’s feeling generous, he might...

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Things wuz purty quiet 'til them thirsty cowpokes stormed into Abilene town!
They'd been on the long and dusty trail and wuz ready to toss some whiskey down!
The trail boss paid 'em thar wages sayin', "Boys, behave yerselfs! Yer on yer own!"
They invaded the town like...

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The Saga of Zack Waverly continues      By  JT Curtis
     
In The Affair Of The 
Lost Soul Saloon


While sliding off my horse

Not a soul could be found

As I paused for a moment

to take a look around

My...

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Geez fella won’t you look at me,
I’ve got my best frock on.
My girdles tight, my bosom heaves
and I’m stuck here ‘til mornin’.

You’re welcome in this Rotgut bar,
but kid you heed my warnin’,
git rid that ol’ ten gallon hat, 
and don’t you start no brawlin’.

Stop fumblin’...

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Ralph the garbage rummaging raccoon, found Nipper the cat at Buttermilk Saloon,
he had been suddenly sadly jilted and bleeding heart was extremely wilted.
Decided to stay out with the toms all night, to avoid a cat lover’s feline fight,
she saw him with her cousin in the...

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A June Night in Rotgut Saloon


In walked Lefty Red behind him lay many dead
into this old dusty town his tired horse had tread
Well known his draw was quick as lightning 
his stare deadly cold and so very frightening

Stranger where is the nearest watering hole
getting drunk...

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Which Cowboy bites dust tomorrow at noon,
Fighting duel to end, to death the tune,
The sun at noon shows no glare,
Bystanders, time of day fair,
Outside the saloon, a hot day in June.

Poetry Competition Entry: HIGH NOON POETRY CONTEST
Sponsor: Joseph May
Date: 07/05/2022...

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After rounding up some cattle
 I headed to the saloon
  To have a drink or two
 And hear a bawdy tune

 Cowpokes were gambling
 And guzzling up their beer
 The women were  upstairs
 Their bosoms amply filled
  Waiting to give us all...

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