Holsters Poems - Poems about Holsters

...it not in the way you make a man even the quality of living is unstable new zealanders are flooding into thousand oaks like similar valleys for the corruption entrees soo many spill outs from the......

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...The cowboys always won The Indians always lost I yearned to see a cowboy with an arrow through his chest But then I read a story 'bout a cowboy who'd been scalped ......

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...two cell phones ran into each other on some street friends I think world has changed though and stood side by side known yet unknown an awkward greeting then sliding into silence like an old west......

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...(In memory of the 19 children and two adults killed by gun violence in Uvalde, Texas on May 24, 2022…as well as the countless others who have and who will suffer similar fates.) <......

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...Elephant trunk palms column, canopy claps hands Undergrowth glad heart shape leaves spiral Navigator vines map branches, brace boa banyan Utile duenna diary with my duties conspiring ......

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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 ......

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...In Soup Creek saloon behind Jenna’s bar Milt’s holsters and belt and a posthumous star Are fixed to a plaque to remember him best There’s a custom made bracket where Milton’s guns rest The gun ......

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...It’s high noon in Armadillo Texas Sheriff cat announced in her way. Her sidekick, Deputy Mouse Whiskers smiled and decided to stay. They strapped on cowboy hats, holsters, belt buckles and a gun. ......

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...Just before Christmas 2021 A historic wind storm Setting a new norm Swept across us all Continental Divide sigh I told you so Tornadoes spun from Minnesota snow Blew out a Kentucky candle ......

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...As I ride across the high plains desert large gaps of open, arid scenery whisk by burning sun is heating up old rippled windows jostling riders jiggle and jump, jerk and sway to the click, clac......

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...When I was very young All I really wanted To be was an Indian. My mother always read to me - Stories of fairies and elves, Of princesses and ogres, witches, And brownies who did good deeds. Po......

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...Smoke signals rise from Sitting Duck cavern In town the Pitt gang are trashing the tavern John Wayne strolled in and he ain’t here to dance They say that he walked like he just sh*t his pants D......

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...Smoke signals rise from Sitting Duck cavern In town the Pitt gang are trashing the tavern John Wayne strolled in and he ain’t here to dance They say that he walked like he just sh*t his pants D......

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...You couldn't rattle Tex Ice water in his veins No one ever saw him wince let alone complain Kept to himself, he did Felt life was meant to be hard Carried his lasso and holsters proud ......

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...Baku In Baku ( the then Soviet Union) I found the individual Russians a friendly people we drank white wine which was a bit sweet but otherwise tasted good. The restaurant looked like 1930 ......

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