Long Bowie knife Poems

Oh! African child, the temple
A redient beauty of nature
Thou are the cradle capital
 Of humanity and creatures
The founder of patriarchal

Oh! African child,
The coy the toy of the wife
Beauty of nature and life
The belike of Bowie...

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The embers glow mysteriously as the breezes pass
In Whitby where the terraced houses fell on mass
Two new friends sit and chat about the devastating storms
And as they sit and talk an old legend is reborn.

T'was...

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Bands of sunlight
Streamed through the curtains
Woke up to a glorious spring day
In Lowndes County Georgia 1918
Little Sara and Clint jumped in our bed
For morning hugs around
A day to remember
Filled with love, legacy
Our people

Slipped on my...

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It is said that here in old Elmerton,
up in the mountains of fair Idaho,
terrible things regularly went down,
evil all of the townspeople would know.

A bandit known only as ‘Beast’ Horton
had killed the sheriff and taken...

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In the desert waste Chester Miller looked out,
saw the rest of the gang riding back slow,
fresh from the bank job in Copperstone Creek,
a place that Chester could dare not go.

He’d spent his teen years in...

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An earthen gray memorial stands alone against
A rugged desert landscape, built by the mortal
Hands of the faithful.
No bells do ring, in the churches steeple, but in the
Heart of Texas it's sounding message can never
Be silenced,...

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    Besides noticing a few people who quickly turned away into the stores, (like a cockroach when the light switch is activated.) Penney also noticed that she had forgotten her bra. Well,...

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Mercury Delgado ruled as a drug lord,
a title that he had earned violently,
started as a dealer, worked his way up
by killing his foes mercilessly,
there was no end to his power and greed.
But a hero cop...

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In memoriam:  Queen Elizabeth II died on 8 September 2022. May she Rest in Peace.

Gracious and a constant all my life,
not bending to public opinion o’ strife,
your sharp wit could cut like a Bowie...

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When I was a mere half grown boy
There was one thing that brought me joy
Animals; silken and fleecy 
Like look much better lying still and peaceful. 

Hide them in the store cupboards 
Or push their...

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The First Texian Macabre Arena Ballad (The extended free-fallen edition)
 
In another life, is where I first saw your face!
One summer afternoon, lying wounded next to the dead
Unopened gun powder, mass destruction, a land of...

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...Johnny just shrugged, took out his Bowie knife,
and started carving off meat for a meal.
He built a fire and roasted back-strap,
it tasted strangely like pork, and like veal?

He ate until he could swallow no more,
since...

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In a small town in Nevada
lived a man named Joe McCoy,
he never touched a bottle,
never bothered or annoyed.

He was a dark-haired bean-pole,
rarely even shot the bull,
the only thing said about him
was that he was always...

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I was killed by a woman.
Mary C Tripp.
She now lies with me in my grave.
How ironic?
She stabbed me through my heart with a Bowie knife.
Shortly thereafter ended my life,
but it almost didn't go that way.
I...

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My DNA was planted at a crime scene
in an apartment that I truthfully have never been.
My fingerprints were found on the murder weapon,
a Bowie knife that was a gift from a long lost friend.
Buried in...

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'Twas close to the day when Buba Claus,
His red nose and Bowie knife shining,
Would be off to fill the manly's hearths,
With bacon for their frying.

The ground was bare of snow or ice, 
The sky was...

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‘Twas close to the day when Buba Claus,
His red nose and Bowie knife shining,
Would be off to fill the manly's hearths,
With bacon for their frying.

The ground was bare of snow or ice, 
The sky was...

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‘Twas close to the day when Buba Claus,
His red nose and Bowie knife shining,
Would be off to fill the manly's hearths,
With bacon for their frying.

The ground was bare of snow or ice, 
The sky was...

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‘Twas close to the day when Buba Claus,
His red nose and Bowie knife shining,
Would be off to fill the manly's hearths,
With bacon for their frying.


The ground was bare of snow or ice, 
The sky was...

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I’m lost in a foreign country
But I’ve lived here all my life
Recently I came into money
I bought a tractor and a Bowie knife
Now I’m farming the land, rotating crops
Doing it like the slaves
One of these...

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THESACK

Hell is where the heart is
Or used to be,
Or never was.
Torrent Dead Sea.
Splinter life from me
Separate, who says we are free?

One in the bush
two in the sack
Safe from contraction
Sinister attack

Sinistral Assassin
Distraction;
obscenity in this act,
in this...

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