Showdown at the OK Corral
It won't be the old traditional gunfight
It's gonna be a staredown
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
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Dust swirls in Tucumcari,
Two shadows draw at noon,
Steel flashes, sharp echoes,
Silence falls, one man stands,
Desert sun claims the victor.
Just married, Kane, law and order keeper
Faced his foe, Miller, a crooked creeper
As the clock ticked toward noon
Shot dead in gunfight the goon
Saved his tortured bride, their love grew deeper.
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May 2, 2022
Syllable Count : 10/10/7/7/10 (HMS)
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Contest : High Noon
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One brought a gun, one did not
Fool...
Next duel,
one ought
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(Quick off the top of my haid)
Da dibble go down to Georgia
A town in Texas, who knew
He went on de run
He took his six gun
Lookin' for to doo wacka doo.
He comed across a young sure-shot
Targetin' a hickory stump
Dibble feelin' sly
Slithered up to this guy
And patted him upon the rump.
"What you doin' mistuh?
You hyeh lookin' to die?
We'll duel then you'll
End up a dead fool
For layin' yo' hand on my thigh."
Dey faced off and Johnny drew
But de dibble had drawn his too
They pissed in the wind
They humped and they sinned
And de dibble got his koo koo ka joo.
The Gunfight
By R.e. Taylor
It was a dreadful day
Black clouds hung low
Thunder echoed around
And the rain fell in sheets
Still I was on the street
Standing in the mud
Facing a man who had killed too many
He drew as fast as lightning
A flash of light
A stabbing pain in my chest
I never had a chance
So I became another notch
And an unmarked grave
Up in Boot Hill
And that is how I’ll be remembered
Just another man killed on a muddy street
© 2017 R.e. Taylor
The barrel was long,
Made of cold hard steel.
The bullets of lead,
The pain would be real.
The streets made of dirt,
As the wind blew clouds of dust.
The showdown was at noon,
All for love and lust.
As they took to the street,
The spurs clinking as they walked.
The people looked from the windows,
And neither of them talked.
The one was a tall man,
Trench coat to his boots.
Came from a long line of gunfighters,
Every one knows how he shoots.
Grayness in his hair,
Wrinkles on his hands and face.
But he could still wheel a gun,
And at a very fast pace.
The other a younger fellow,
A little foolish at best.
Only ever killed one man,
Put a bullet in his chest.
A right hander,
Pulled his gun from the left side.
That second to reach across,
Could be the one that skins his hide.
The pistols were pulled,
At the clocks last stroke.
No one knew what happened,
Till the clearing of the smoke.
Love and lust,
And the causes of it all.
They must have been the same,
Because both men would fall.
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