Long Gunslinger Poems

This is the story of mad Molly Shaw
She might be mad now but she wasn’t before
she came home to find her man dead on the floor
She lay down her bible and let out a roar...

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Mad Molly Shaw wasn’t...

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Their human ma and pa were spark out in reclining chairs
But Rum and Raisin watched the TV with enraptured stares
The western had just ended with the credits rolling past
And Raisin said, “That gunslinger was super...

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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...

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SPIDER

Eight furry legs
Approaching black blob
Screeeeeeeeeeeeeech


COCKROACH

Periplaneta americana 
Out of planet, preys on women's tuxedo
Blob of fat, smell, monster


JULIA'S HAIR

Chameleon
Gunslinger, sniper
Death,myriologue


O SPACE

A junkyard
Sepulcher of machines
Requiem

CROW

Squawk 
Squawk
Gasconade 


LIZARD

A baby lizard
Drops on my hand
Check in


TELEPHONE BILL

Krinngggggggggggggg
Krinngggggggggggggg
Pay your bill today...

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He was old and haggard, in the year nineteen twenty something
A tall lanky old man, with a worn out hat and a rusty ring
His squint blues eyes pulled together the wrinkles upon his face
With an...

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Armadilly Billy the Sling Shot Kidster was steadily on the move.
He was leaving the Southwest and his reputation behind, for sure!
Every gunslinger was out for him and of killing he’d become tired.
Even the weather was...

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www.wwone/ditched in doughboy britches wearing Army boots of wool 
 August 3, 1914 special...

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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...

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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 next morning, as destined, they...

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October had now come again just like it did back since,
The gunfighter Sam Holt had shot the kid named Benny Pence.

It was on All Hallows’ night with the moon high and blood red—
When Benny came...

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ACE CANNONS' CANON 

Through the morning, shimmering with colors that wavering, fade
from a desert where heat is a hue, and history's due
cactus and trees, knotted and sparse, a portrait some mad god must'f bade
into being,...

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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...

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while working one evening at the plant,
an older man began explaining to a younger man next to him
just how easy it would be for him to get away with 
killing someone.

the young man,
now more attentive...

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--Our Father God Makes US POETS- A  Dedicated Verse to Caren Krutsinger--


Lord the colors of your world" indeed makes me a poet's heart sings with delight."
Solemn is your righteousness Hallelujah Awesome rights;	

Caressing the freedoms...

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The Legend of Gusty Brown

This is the legend of Gusty Brown
And all the beans that he could down
He and his steed ate beans by the pail
Together they issued an odorous gale

A Wild West crack-shot of...

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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...

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The sounds of wolves howling... echoed loudly,
deep in the solitary woods of no mans land,
While the blazing campfire shared its hearth proudly,
heating the pot of coffee Kid Colt had close at hand,

Each day rehashed such...

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It's high noon,
and everybody is nervous
Jittery hands and trembling knees
I saw a skirt on a man,
who was hastily leaving the train station
The last one leaving
is the man I am supposed to meet
As the sheriff of...

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a cowboy came riding,
with love in his heart,
coming to town,
with a gun in his hand.

he wants to protect you,
from all other men,
shooting till no man 
says bad words again,

yes he loves you,
yes its true,
never leave...

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While gasping for air a little bubble floated by
I was at peace, knowing the end was nigh
While sitting outside a warbler landed at my feet
Looking at me curiously, hopping along the concrete
While plucking words from...

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Into the street he sauntered one day
Might be his last, no one could say.

Wore a sassy Stetson, chaps and spurs
ring-jingly things, with raucous burrs.

A silvered six gun pressed his hip
a tiny tremble dressed his lip.

Tough...

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Abuelita's shooting cactus desert beauty, beautiful array of amarillo flowers budding.
Daring to touch one of it's prickly thorns. Abulelita's old school charm shakes her bony 
little finger and warns us to leave the cactus alone....

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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...

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Round up the posse,
get ‘em vetted Oval Office ganksterized
Appoint the piggy snouts,
then send ‘em out
with metal sidearm power
Ancient oppression done got modernized,
old Egypt Memphis is new Phoenix on the rise
OK the corruption,
legalize the blind Corral...

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