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Gila Monster Poems

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PMPoem TitlePoetFormFormCategories  
Premium Member Poem My Bite's Not Fatal Emile Pinet Quatrain Quatrain gila monster, cute, fantasy, how i
Cowboy Logic Walter Alter Free verse Free verse gila monster, how i feel,
Premium Member Poem Cowboys in the Badlands John lawless Free verse Free verse gila monster, culture, life,
Screenpoem Pitch Odin Roark Free verse Free verse gila monster, art,
Buffalo Skull on the Desert Steve Eng Ballad Ballad gila monster, love
The Gila Monster Danny Nunn I do not know? I do not know? gila monster, animals
trespasser Jo Bien Free verse Free verse gila monster, nature

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Gila Monster Poem Example

Cowboys in the Badlands

Cowboys in the Badlands

The horses need be reined tightly
lest they show better judgment
and head back to the barn.  The
cowboys, driven by the dust cloud
of following hoof beats, were less smart.
A Gila monster smirks as they pass
knowing what waits ahead is to be
more painful than the rope they flee.
Driven by the torments of a lost war,
a lost home, a lost dream, they had
lashed out at the hunger, fled the
hovels of a shanty town and swore
to exact payment any way possible.
The consequences of the decision
pursued them, consumed them,
as they rested the horses.  The horses
must rest, they never would.
They stood overlooking the badlands,
shimmering heat’s forever fallacy,
that somehow you would cross to
safety, find an oasis, escape.  Oh,
you may escape the posse, maybe
even the past, but you will not
escape the bitterness of these
bad lands and their unforgiving
demands.  Few have come here
willingly, fewer have remained
once tested by the dryness, the
drought, the wind, sand, and
anger of a land seeking to be
left alone.  And so they rode into
the abyss of sand and stone
leaving only the hoof prints
of fading memory.  Bandanas
covered their faces, hat brims
covered their eyes.  They rode
until the horses fell, unable to
continue.  Horseless, they staggered
in the shifting sands laughing
as they recalled staggering from
the saloon on that awful night.
The night they gave up, the night
they gave in to the desperate desire
to be free.  A desire that was now
to be fulfilled in these Bad Lands.

For Isaiah Zerbst – Cowboys in the Badlands poetry contest

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