Long Garrett Poems

"Sentenced to hang in the town of Lincoln,
Billy made his bold escape.
Both of his guards died from thinking,
that a shackled young boy couldn't break away."

I've often wondered what thoughts were going through his head
as he...

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"Sentenced to hang in the town of Lincoln,
Billy made his bold escape.
Both of his guards died from thinking,
that a shackled young boy couldn't break away."

I've often wondered what thoughts were going through his head
as he...

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This happened last Fall, during Thanksgiving break.

Lisa and I were at the MET (The Metropolitan Museum of Art), with her family, at an exhibit of Art Deco sculpture. Lisa and I came out of a...

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Black History
As this month comes to an end 
I want to begin 
First of all I want to thank so many
I will name a few although there's plenty
Martin Luther King
Had a dream
Yes he did 
That...

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Here are women in the Hellboy universe...

Witches
    Baba Yaga, The Baba Yaga, Wake the Devil
    Cora Fisher, The Crooked Man
    Troll Witch, The Troll-witch
  ...

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On a historic, emotional night of March 28th, 2015
It was the most important hockey night to be remembered

While the current players played 82 games for the season
This member played only 1 game for one true...

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Both of their eyes locked hard on one another.
The sheriff needed to talk with this grieving, vengeful brother.
"Have a seat and a drink with me," the sheriff said to him.
"I need to explain to you...

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Billy the Kid had a brother whose name was Joe
and after the Kid's death he let everyone know
that he would kill Pat Garrett unmercifully on sight
for killing his brother on that mournful night.
Joe and a...

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A hot breeze blew the other day, as the Chipmunk Kid rode into Troll Lake Town.
He rode on the oldest, slowest steed, that I had ever seen, a Snail called Abilene.
He came a packing, with...

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Continued From:
9. BTK Coming Attractions
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=195845

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Billy
 
There are guns all over the country aiming at you.
There's a lawman on your trail who'd love to surround you.
Bounty hunters are encroaching all around you.
Billy they're just never...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Black Inventors
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: August/2013

Black 
Inventors
are 
the forgotten,

There's 
no mention
of them
in 
America's
history 
books -

And 
school
goes on
as usual,

America,
is
not
telling the
truth -

Like 
the lie
they
continue
to tell
about
Christopher
 Columbus -

Did he 
really
discover
America,

when 
Native 
Americans
were
already 
here?

What 
are you
afraid 
of
America?

It's time to
re-write 
the 
 history
books;

This time,
include
black 
history,
and
all 
that we
contributed,
to this 
country -

Teach
the  children
the truth -

America,
let them
 know
that:

Dr. Charles Drew
(a black...

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P S IT’S POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 7



any thanks to you selected poets; Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it; Each letters and...

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P S IT’S POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 8
Many thanks to you selected poets; Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it; Each letters and...

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"He was not a wanton killer as dark as a Mexican.
He was a fair complexioned boy who was always smiling.
He was very brave and loyal to all of his friends.
When he was killed, many Spanish...

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Continued From:
14. BTK Coming Attractions Part 6
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=195838 

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"Quien es? Quien es?" Billy called out into the dark.
He then heard the sound of thunder and glimpsed briefly a faint spark.
A powerful force struck him and...

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Continued From:
15. A Short And Violent Life Ends. A Legend Begins 
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=195837 

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She slowly approached the lifeless form on the floor.
She knelt down, turned him over and gasped in horror at who she saw.
"Is...

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As you read please enjoy the music of David Garrett, and you ladies may enjoy the photos. 

His looks were so deceiving,
a handsome man with a poison-laced kiss,
a spider weaving a web to capture prey
and...

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I want to lead you to safety like Harriet Tubman,
While we are on our way,
I want to stop traffic like Garrett Morgan,
Before we get there, 
I want to right all wrongs like Supreme Court Justice...

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He shot a man in Arizona
so Billy's riding hard tonight.
He had to leave Fort Grant City
because he killed a bully in broad daylight.
Billy's heading back from where he came from,
back to old New Mexico.
He has...

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Some folks feel like Jesse James got a raw deal,
just because he had an affinity and liked to rob and kill.
His ended up a tragic story I reluctantly have to relate;
He trusted one of his...

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February is the month that we celebrate our black race,
People from the past who set our pace.
Those who should have been placed in our history book,
But for some reason they were over looked.
Born into slavery...

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William Bonny AKA Billy The Kid
A Tale Of Billy The Kid
By Robert Gorelick

“Quien esta?”

Bang!  It’s over, 
you’re a legend now, 
Billy.

Born in Hell’s Kitchen in
ramshackle consumptive squalor,
New York’s crammed gang infected
rat-infested shacks 
and alleys.

Amid...

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To some, a Garrison is a strong fort
(Or troops encamped inside, an armed cohort).
Or thoughts might turn to a centurion:
A leader of the many soon to come.

To Gwen and Garrett, he's the first-born son,
A joyous...

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Sauntering through an antique store the other day,
I chanced upon some old straight razors on display.
One struck my fancy and upon it my eyes were cast.
I couldn't help but pause and muse about its past.

A...

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Dear poet destroyer. Glad you liked my work. Could even call you a  voyeur. I hope to sell my work, or find an employer. If you hear of someone let me know. I have...

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