Desperadoes Poems - Poems about Desperadoes

...some called them desperadoes their feats were written up in dime novels bankers dreaded the day they would show up I called them sons, they were sweet babies to me.......

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...Though amply rested, I still yawn And feel energized after light exercise doth spawn break through viz mental impasse, where endeavor to coax germinating ideas to sprout about as successful ......

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...And feel energized after light exercise doth spawn an mental impasse, where endeavor to coax literary creativity analogous to a figurative curtain drawn shut tight within thy noggin unrespon......

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...Casualties of the aftermath...A Terrorist message, "Not in words" We 'will' be continually eliminated. Humans nature; Consistent Disturbs! Why are we a target? Propaganda...Can deceive Wh......

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... It stands on the edge of civilization, fed by a ghost town road A starving artery leading into the desert Only desperadoes and Death Valley aficionados pass through this lonely stretch o......

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...Edgar Rice Burroughs went beyond stars To write of epics of Thuvia the maid of Mars, Of Tarzan raised by Apes and Venus and Pellucidar, Having stuck to his pen and paper, not wandering afar. W......

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...You walked those savage streets Without a clue Without a care You could not see the dangers or sense that death was everywhere Predators and prowlers...they all look for parts to play They saw y......

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...Dead men tell no tails, or so the winds of Destiny’s say. On judgment hill from on high, Voices do echo downwards, as the Noose does sway, back and forth, on the Hangman's tree. These gallow......

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...The dead can offer you nothing except your own, hard work. Don’t stand so close. Their reach is longer than your fear. They are desperadoes with nothing to lose, nothing to give, only more of the sam......

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...From beneath the dust bowl storm, from when st they came, Blazing a trail across the pages of historical fame. Accelerations desperadoes, with guns drawn, wild hearts Beating as thunder, they are the......

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...Strolling through the museum today I saw a fancy mirror on the wall. 'Twas framed with baroque gilt and standing nearly nine feet tall. A card attached revealed that is was over eight score years e......

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..."ALL RISE! THIS HONORABLE COURT IS NOW OPEN AND IN SESSION!" Th' court room wuz his domain, bailiffin' wuz his profession! No one dared hornswoggle him in that hallowed room. Should any nonsense o......

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