Gunslinger Poems

The Quick and the Dead

I rode into town with the sun sinking low,  
I thought "it's too quiet, somehow they know"
I wrote his name on the bullet, loaded it into the gun
He had taken my farm and shot my dear son.  
 
I walked in the saloon, I said "find me Maclay!"
The bartender whispered, "Boy, best walk

Gunslinger

Gunslinger, hellspawn 
Thrived from Bane, a Western town 
He was a preacher in his prime 
To saving souls, he gave his time 

Condemned to death, but done no crime 
For, he was framed in gleam of dime 
A murderer, he was then called 
So, to the devil, his soul, he sold 

In  deathly rope,

The Purpose of Gunslinger Spawn

A
preacher,
Jeremy
Winston lived out
West two-hundred years
ago. He was framed for
murder of his family.
Mammon offered him revenge if
Winston gave up his soul. Although killed,
he came back to life as Gunslinger Spawn!

Winston was commanded to kill all the
townspeople except for Parker, who
he was ordered to float down a
river in a casket. By
saving Parker, he saved
an ancestor of
Hellspawn, who

Sam Adams Gunslinger

Sam Adams was a cowboy
Back in the wild west
A badass gunslinger 
For hire to the biggest bidder
Often working for the law 
Sometimes working for the outlaws
He did not see much difference
He took the jobs 
That paid him the most 
Thought that if he did not do it
Someone else would no doubt 
Sam Adams thought about

Gunslinger

With a sneer and a s....
His hand on the trigger
The little boy cocked his gun
His friends ran away
Cos' they would not play
With a boy that was no fun


Note...
Laugh in a half-suppressed and typically scornful way
Snicker in American Sn....... in English as in all dictionaries with no offensive connotations whatsoever.
I find the exclusion of the rest

Sarah Neighed For Charlie Daniels

(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'

Gunslinger Silver of Gold

a silver of a gunslinger,
is a silver of gold
silver is a gunslinger silver of gold
gold is a gunslinger gold
gold is a gunslinger silver
a gunslinger gold is a gunslinger silver
a gunslinger is a fool of gold

a gunslinger is a fool of silver
fool is fool’s silver
fool is fool’s gold
fool is fool’s silver gold
fool is fool’s silver gunslinger
silver

A Lone Gunslinger

Idyllic country setting, from somewhere in the past
   Imagine an expanse of rich green grass
Running up to a fence, fronting a proud red barn
   The subject of this timeless, yet timely yarn … 

The sky painted with bright streaks, close to sunset
   Showers had been falling; the world was

The Gunslinger

The Gunslinger 

There once was a honest man, a man of iron and steel
Vengeance filled his heart, a lust for blood so surreal
No one knows what calamity has forged his evil ways
Or of what rages in his cold heart, no man can ever say

In folklore some say, a law man he was, in a lawless,

Dead Ringer of a Folk Singer, Humdinger of a Gunslinger

Fairly
Squarely
Rarely
Barely
Shot from the hip fairly, squarely true
Loaded clip but, rarely, barely drew




1-19-2018

Gunslinger

Gunslinger

I swung the doors open, hard and loud
My view was hindered by the cloud.
Of smoke and ash in hand and tray
As I darkly stood in that old doorway.

Dried blood 'n stale beer spotted the floor. 
They told of bad stories while predicting more.  
It was their place, I came from afar.
I was the stranger

The Gunslinger

High noon...
somewhere in the deep west
a drifter rides into town in need of a fresh horse and some rest.
He carries two 45's
custom made to his taste
with pearl handles and cursed steel
many a man have tasted their fate.
He carries no badge, rides without a gang
and for a purse of silver
all he needs is a location and

The Gunslinger

Only one scar, from a kid in Montana.
His mom had him placed in a field of lantana.

The kid was still smiling as smoke from his vest
plumed when the bullet slammed through his chest.

With a split second draw as smooth as fresh cream,
another man falls just short of his dream.

He doesn't pull quicker to take the

Buck the Gunslinger

Buck was a tough man
very fast with his gun
always just one step
ahead of the law

He rode from town to town
never staying all that long
because as soon as word got out
the young gunslingers would come

Now Buck was not a man
to go looking for trouble
but it seemed that some how
it was his middle name

Really all he wanted

Billy the Kid

Billy the kid kept roving around,
A campfire here, a cowhand there,
He traveled alone through country & town,
Always headed somewhere,

One certain day he rode into town,
His forty-five strapped on his side,
Just to stop and drink one round,
Then continue on with his ride,

He hitched his horse and went in thru,
The front tavern bat-wing doors,
He didn't see anyone

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