Best Showdown Poems

It was now growing dark as the sun was going down
When a stranger rode into Soup Creek, a frontier town
No one could see his face, he was all dressed in black
An old boy was heard to say "I think he's come back".

He took his horse...

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The Lilliputians are out playing ball
   Enjoying the fresh air of late Fall
When storm clouds roll in
   Hulking Gullivers, wearing wide grins...

A Gull warns 'em, 'Fun's over, guys.'
   'Cos the  court belongs to us now
But the Lillis brace...

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'Twas an ominous moment when rode into town
To its marshal defy and outdraw and gun down
A notorious, murderous varmint named Slade 
Who had widows and orphans throughout the west made.

The next morning, as destined, they met on the street
To for title of gunfighter finest compete....

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Noon Showdown


high noon on a vacant street two drifters dance with death

©deborah burch
1.30.2013...

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"I" is my favorite pronoun,
          but ...
"Me" wants a word-play showdown ...

for neither "Him" nor "Her", is what "I" and
          "Me" once were
back in the days of...

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I bathe myself in the madness of rhyme
I save myself for the insanity of time
Whether it's internal rhyme or slant rhyme
I hope you'll find that I'll never mind
Because my verse is defined by my verbiage
And if you call it verbose I'll call you in rage
Because...

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It's time for a showdown.
I saw him at the hoedown,
flirting with Missy Brown.
No wonder I have a frown. 
He behaves like such a clown
when he's out on the town.
I'll whack him on the crown.
That'll bring him back down
to Earth with a bang!...

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I will say it loud and proud, from a cloud or in a crowd;
I will say it by rail, mail, in a fierce wail or pierced braille:

I do not like the holiday assail so trite-spiked by all retail:
Pumpkins in the summer, early turkey ads for...

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Once would we see
Never would we tell the tale
The Armageddon

So catastrophic
An epitome of end
The unchangeable

Rivers roar like lions
Ice respect the heat above
The great Avalanche

Properties extinct
Human's hope elude for good
The WORLD'S end. Pronto!...

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tic tock a high noon                                        ...

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There’s confliction and contradiction, 
         opposition inside a deep collision-
                  Encounters that lead to arbitration, 
the fear of making the...

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Into the street he sauntered one day
Might be his last, no one could say.

Wore a sassy Stetson, chaps and spurs
ring-jingly things, with raucous burrs.

A silvered six gun pressed his hip
a tiny tremble dressed his lip.

Tough as nails with firm resolve
he hoped this battle would absolve,

a...

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A sure shot, he sets up a can, and digs his heels in the sand,
with feet spread, a hat on his head and gun in hand, he looks grand.
Cloudy skies shade the sun from his eyes, letting him aim as planned
and that can flew apart,...

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The hand
ticks toward noon,
main street quiets,
a voice call out  -
make my day....

Clint makes his play...

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I came home to Mom's house, 
After being booted out of Dad's, 
And though they called me the Mouse, 
I had grown into a strapping young lad, 

A high school student who never fit in, 
I was a loner and an outcast, 
You could find...

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