Best Sheriffs Poems
Robin treated his men down at the inn
To sexy wenches, food, mead and some gin
All got drunk on the mead
Then got high on the weed
Friar Tuck said “it’s not right it’s a sin.”
Robin’s outlaws were enjoying the night
And with the sheriffs men started a fight
The men ran for their lives
There was lots of high fives
The peasants cheered at this comical sight.
Written 31st January 2019
For limerick 3 contest
Sponsored by Joseph May.
Categories:
sheriffs, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Barbed wire seems a 'thorny' subject on which to opine,
But there arose a need for such for people and beasts to confine!
Cowpokes cussed as they worked with it mutilating their hands.
Sheepherders fussed with cattlemen as it spread across their lands!
'Tis said back in 1874 Joseph Glidden, who 'bristled' with the idea,
Was awarded a patent for barbed wire to provide a cure-all panacea!
Split-rail fencing to outline boundaries was rapidly becoming passe',
To keep neighbors' straying goats, horses and other critters at bay!
Sheriffs found barbed wire handy to enforce a judge's firm dictates,
To confine hoss thieves, cattle rustlers and other such reprobates!
Inmates trying to scamper through the wire were apt to rip their pants,
Or worse, might end up in 'boot hill', caught trying to scale the fence!
Alas, sinister uses for barbed wire were found beyond bucolic meadowlands.
'Twas used to enslave thousands of innocent souls behind its menacing strands.
Thousands of men, women and children were consigned to death at Dachau,
Triblinka, Buchenwald, Ravensbruck and Auschwitz-Birkenau.
Among its many other diverse uses it has even marched off to wars,
To protect gallant American soldiers on far too many alien shores.
Mister Joseph Glidden was doing mankind a great favor, he thought.
Were he alive today he might say, "My gawd, what hath I wrought!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
sheriffs, history
Form:
Rhyme
When Robin Hood hides in our wood
I shall not turn him out
I'll let his merry gentlemen
Hang all their bows about.
So when a swaggering M.P.
Comes riding by alone
The arrows of the hidden host
Will ring against the stones.
The horse rears up,the man looks round
To see what's caused the stir
And what he sees amidst the trees
Is green men everywhere
Let him complain to Sheriffs all.
The green men will be gone.
When soldiers come to hunt them out
They've vanished every one.
The forests of England are the home
Of rabbit,deer and game.
The green men live their natural life
And we should do the same.
let us all take to the greenwood life
And feel the strength of trees
They do not change at every poll,
Nor do just what they please.
In Nature all is linked to one
And one to all extends.
If we could change our cut throat ways
Maybe all could be friends.
The hearts and souls of all of us,
Form a great human wood.
So let the love we feel be shared,
And heard for the common good.
If everyone is given their place
Then Robin could go home
His men would not be in my wood,
And M.P.'s could safely roam.
Let us all sing,"Robin for King,"
"We all want Robin Hood."
"He took the money from the rich
To be spent for the common good.
Categories:
sheriffs, allegory, brother, inspirational, life,
Form:
Quatrain
They are the heroes among us
They protect us everyday,
It’s not just their job
It’s their chosen way.
They face the unpredictable
With hours that are sometimes long,
They continuously teach our children
The difference between right and wrong.
They put their lives on the line
Without fear or hesitation,
They teach the real facts
Of drugs devastation.
They are mothers and fathers
Sisters and brothers,
Their uniform is a symbol
Of their commitment to others.
The appreciation and respect
They so rightly deserve,
Are many times left unspoken
As they are judged without reserve.
They are viewed by the offender
As the hunters of prey,
But lawbreakers soon learn
That crime doesn’t pay.
They are called sheriffs and deputies
Officers, policemen and cops,
Outside their uniform
Their dedication never stops.
They are the heroes among us
They preserve our safety everyday,
They teach us morals and values
And safely light our way.
Categories:
sheriffs, inspirational
Form:
Rhyme
Ask a swallow why he nests
below the edge where daylight shuns
catching insects sheriffs fail to warn blue
doctrines stones emit the scent between
evisceral guardians thoughts intact
feign judgements eliptical repast upon our
gains as men can see the folly laws oblige your
honor swears red moon's deputy witheld
injustice paints in swooping arcs such grace
joins legions far from rivers flowing seige
kaleidoscope of councils sit both foreign prisms
lakes reflect I've said it twice so shall love be
more begotten fires rampage incessant burning
naught said I who danced in darkness lies
of so called yet named by masters travelled time
police strike fear where unborn truths remain the
quest is real but never seen your eyes are closed
requires the writ belies our rights that beings
swept in neon ads for latex lives beknownst
to none arrested by the thought germander sage
until found essence herbal strength respects the
valiant of thee... tree, barn or cliff set free patterns
winds of destiny abide in spirits eternity make
xylons play majestically forever peace may humble
yawn, the sheriff and the swallow find forever
zeitgeist pond
11/19/14
© james marshall goff
Categories:
sheriffs, beautiful,
Form:
Abecedarian
Robin Hood was captured
Thrown in the castle cells
Here he met an inmate
By the name of H.G.Wells.
Herbert George is fascinated
By the story our Robin has to tell
but he knows Robin will be executed
When the church sounds the morning bell.
So that night together
As the guards around them dream
Herbert George and Robin
Escape in H.G's time machine.
They set a course for the future
March 27th 2014'
Robin so excited
To be seeing things he's never seen .
All his hopes are soaring
Thinking about the things he hopes to see
Fair wages and taxation
and an end to poverty.
But what he finds tears him apart
In this age of depravity
The super rich are just as greedy
and the peasants as poor as they ever used to be.
All Robin see's are broken promises
Nothing much has changed
Conservative, Republican , Communist or Democrat
Favours for the super rich are still arranged.
Politicians feathering their own nest
Against the poorest all weapons are ranged
Yet we have no modern day Robin Hood
Even H.G. thought that strange.
Back to the time machine
Robin has never felt so low
All the things he fought against
With just a few arrows and a bow
Are just as prevalent in the future
and after thanking H.G. for the show
A broken hearted Robin Hood
Climbed the steps to the sheriffs gallows.
As he stood astride the trap door
Returned H.G's time machine
Herbert whisks Robin off to Eden
A garden beautiful and green
Here he learns the lord never intended
For man to be so mean
He now knows the poor will inherit gods mansions
The super rich for eternity will scream .
Not for a contest.
Categories:
sheriffs, future, , cute,
Form:
Narrative
How I look forward to October the thirty-first each year!
Though the autumn be chilly and the weather a bit drear,
I have the pleasure of meeting strange little imps by the score,
As they visit, lisping "twick or tweat" at my front door!
The door bell rings constantly it seems as I leap to me feet,
Wondering about the wierd characters that I shall meet!
Will it be a devil or an angel or a frightful ghost?
Whoever it might be, I must be a generous host!
Hordes of fairies, cowboys and Indians grace my stoop,
Along with sheriffs, desperados and soldiers by the troop!
Ferocious pirates, scary skeletons and dreadful witches,
Leer and grin at me, nearly scaring me out of my britches!
Standing regally is a king and queen, each wearing a crown,
Along with their court jester, a gaudily bedecked clown!
There's a sweet little princess decked out in ribbons and lace,
Smiling demurely with cute dimples on her pretty face!
A little secret with which those little monsters I'll never share,
But I'll clue you in on my own little Halloween trick if I dare -
I dole out bubblegum, candy corn and stuff I don't care for much,
But keep the Snickers bars, Babe Ruths, Hershey Kisses and such!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
sheriffs, autumn, childhood, funny, halloween,
Form:
Rhyme
Sixty-Six Sixty-Six Ford Mustangs
Rusting on Sixty-Six acres
Of the Mustang Ranch since
Sixty-Six
Sixty-Six parking tickets
attached to Sixty-Six Sixty-Six
Ford Mustangs
Stuck on Sixty-Six acres
Of the Mustang Rance
Sixty-Six Ladies of the Night
Sixty-Six lacy hankies held
In Sixty-Six dainty hands,
Waving at Sixty-Six Deputy Sheriffs
Supervising Sixty-Six County
Tow-Trucks,
Oh those Sixty-Six Poor Unfortunate
Schmucks...
Gonna cost each Sixty-Six bucks
They could'a spent on
Sixty-Six Sweet Sexy hours,
With Sixty-Six Sweet Sexy Gals,
Oh well,
Sixty-Six, "Oh, What the Hell!"s
Categories:
sheriffs, funny, imagination, nostalgia, parody,
Form:
Light Verse
I am writing this letter from my heart and soul.
I feel I have failed as a wife,mother,grandmother,
granddaughter,sister and friend.If I keep going
I will just cause more sorrow to my family and friends.
You have all given me love and some support but it
would be best if I just ended it all.My date is set for
November 3rd.That is my father Mahlon's birthday
so Happy Birthday to you.I have put a lot of thought
into this and if I am gone I will cause no more problems
in your life.I want to tell my kids and grand kids I Love You
dearly but this is the best for everyone.Thank you to the
Pierce County Sheriffs and staff for all you have done for me.
Take Care
COLLEEN
Categories:
sheriffs, death, dedication, lovelove,
Form:
Free verse
A speaker stands upon a hill, he talks of change and hope
And while you're at the ballot box he's knotting up a rope.
A general kills another man whose children scream and cry
And while you watch the tragic news more sons are sent to die.
A CEO accepts applause for giving good returns
And while you're waiting for your share an oil platform burns.
An actor stands upon the scene of profit, death, and greed
And while you're shopping for your food he tells you what you need.
A weatherman predicts the end with charts, and graphs, and curves
And while you're driving to your job you wonder who he serves.
A banker says, "Fear not my friends". He smiles and shakes your hand
And while you're working for your home the sheriffs seize your land.
A cleric preaches peace and love with words like truth and fear
And while you're praying for the world a martyr's bomb you hear.
A doctor tries to heal the sick by giving out a pill
And while you're staring through the wall he's making out the bill.
A policeman shines his leather boots which help protect and serve
And while your protest goes unheard he steps on your last nerve.
Categories:
sheriffs, politicalgiving,
Form:
Couplet
Pretty little girls in pretty little pink dresses
Cowboys and Indians , Cop's and Robbers
Scraped knees from climbing trees
Pretty little girls in pretty little pink dresses
Smudged in mums make up wearing her best high heels
Turned into crappy old tools in a rickety old wood shed
And headaches in her head just before bed
Both lives I have lead and too this myself said
If I had the option of getting rid of the shed and headache in bed
Id dig out my old sheriffs badge and walk my old beat
In the hope of experiencing that childhood feeling one can only describe
As being very , very intimidated
By pretty little girls in pretty little pink dresses
Categories:
sheriffs, childhoodold, old,
Form:
Free verse
It was a fine spring morning
the woods seemed expecting
Robin stirred lazily stretching
turned to Marian tightly her holding
Our pantry is nearly bare
I will go out a hunting
he set off as if on a dare
through undergrowth creeping
Instead of the expected deer
he spied a lady in chains
the sheriffs men did jeer
laughing at her pains
Robin's arrows singing flew
striking down each in turn
softly to his chest her he drew
and soon her trust did earn
Taking her back to base
he left her in Marian's care
searching without nay trace
he decided to find some fare
Returning soon with a plump deer
they speedily had it merrily roasting
Robin quickly polished of a beer
and all made merry celebrating
written 04/20/2014
Contest Robin Hood
Categories:
sheriffs, adventure,
Form:
Quatrain
Sky’s black fingered-funnel, pierces
the night; five people dead; brothers,
uncles, little mite.
Store clerks, soldiers, sheriffs in pants,
passed on to Jesus, pastors’ rants.
Ripped from the earth, never the norm,
houses gone, and cars in storm.
Roaring skies leave nought to shame; in
tornado’s deadly game.
Fire crews tear at deep-piled rubble, grey dust
catching, morning’s stubble.
Now the chaos, disaster’s bell, broken gas
and garbage smell, flattened ground where
houses were, shocked folk’s hearts, begin to stir.
Woman’s search for little dog, lies beneath the
swampy bog.
Clothes and shoes hang from the trees, honey-splatter,
from the bees; little spared by Devil’s knell, all is gone
to earthly hell.
We who bring the sheaves, to bread, brick and timber,
pipes and lead, grant us peace from wrath above,
sooth us with your sun’s warm glove.
Save your scorn for those who hurt, not the town of
love and work, let the people rise and rally, spare us
from tornado alley!
Categories:
sheriffs, death, home, hope,
Form:
Verse
We need new sheriffs whom will uphold law properly
taking these monkey's into account for their corrupt action
and addressing facts on these cowboy's
that are held by public opinion as gangsters in uniform
Lawbreakers bring them down a peg or two and show them inside a cell
this is how the taxpayers look at swindlers and thief's under state assets
rather than shoot them down reward incorrectly in a big pay day
with bonuses and pensions into the bargain
robbing our hard earned money blind drunken greed
Even when they are totally shamed through their disgraced deeds caught out highlighted being honest it's a cowboy outfit force
that needs to clean up it's act to gain respect
for one this shows lack of respect where justice is not upheld
in showing favour to these criminals whom there sits enough proof
to throw the book at them correctly it should be dealt with
pride is a wicked place to hide when secrets are out
Categories:
sheriffs, abuse, betrayal, change, education,
Form:
Political Verse
There is a new sheriff in town and he’s a Maine Coon of course.
We had tried a duck, a fish, a llama, a cobra, a spider and a horse.
We watched the Maine Coon strut up and down showing off his star.
He was spitting tobacco, and it landed way off, very far.
The Maine Coons make the best sheriffs in this high noon town.
They never put up with any shenanigans up, low or down.
We saw that this one looked as slick and as wise as the other one.
The sheriff who ended up dead from a mean outlaw’s gun.
Categories:
sheriffs, 1st grade, 5th grade,
Form:
Rhyme