Long Old west Poems

I am in the lion’s den and I need some help
I am in the Lion’s den and some people want me dead
Every day I faced harassments,’ antagonisms and bullyisim
Venomous words spilling from their lips and...

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Whistle does the lone desert winds, flowing downwards from
Boot hill cemetery, in icy chilling breeze full of echoing voices,
From the past, begging for redemptions last chance of salvation.
Roll does the crimson tumbleweed, towards the ghost...

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Amazonomachy, leaping from the comic page,                             ...

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It’s some place that used to be
Where all things would fall twixt—
A beat, battered, broken shell
Off old Route 66.

He rode a Silverado
That was a dusty gold,
His clothes were worn and ragged—
Their style was odd and...

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Stop! The violent protests and leave peaceful protesters out to make a difference strictly along.  Whether you are in law enforcement or the national guard. You need to pray for peaceful solutions!  But...

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It’s good to be a cowboy,
just ask my old friend Dane,
who spends his days riding
across the Texas plains,
working for a big ranch,
he cuts, lassos, and herds,
brings them in at round-up,
brands them all in turn.
Works out...

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Tim was the new judge in Deadwood Flat
Not really qualified, just a rancher at that
He first case was of the outlaw, Horace Slade
Caught red handed in a cattle raid

The jury took ten minutes to recommend...

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William Harrison Hardy

1823 - 1906
 

I believe a fair introduction is in order here.
Not that a handshake from me could ever take place anytime soon.
I was Captain Bill Hardy:
Proud Indian fighter!
And celebrated toll road builder!
I...

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The little boy threw down his hat
And marched right from the room—
The TV on with nightly news
Of murder, muggings and doom.

The grandpa called out to the hall,
“What’s the matter lil’ pard?
Come back in here and...

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Continued From:
3. Quien es?" "Who is it?" Part 3
 http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=195853

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"I find it very hard that I should be the only one to suffer the most extreme penalties of the 
law." - BILLY the Kid...

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“Never trust your life behind a cheap gun”
- Annie Oakley

Annie, has a heavy heart.
But also a light heart
	one that shines in the sun.
and regardless light or dark,
Annie’s bright heart will spark
	and spin out a round,...

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It was the "Old West" and the town dusty
When in on his horse came a galloper named Rusty.

He ran into the saloon and shouted aloud
"Big Red's a Comin'" ... which stunned the crowd.

They started to...

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Weeds and grass grow in the cracks
of sun-faded, crumbling pavement,
a parking lot that once was full
of stressed parents and cowboys nascent.
A grand sign over the entry
now is rotted two-thirds away,
this old piece of my childhood
truly...

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Everybody round here just calls the old cuss, cowboy.
   Wasn’t worth much to nobody, his old dog seemed to be his only true joy.
The two of them were next to inseparable, hardly ever...

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You can smell jazz, if you got hip to the sound, like on   “Camera Three” a  TV program in the 50s/ a 1956 episode featuring The Gerry Mulligan Quartet in black -N-...

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When you compare the facts with the tales of his legend,
you'll find that most stories of his life are pure fabrication.
He is known worldwide for his killer marksmanship with a gun,
but few know his reputation...

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In an Old West Town of no repute
 Came a rider on a horse as if in hot pursuit.

  Into the saloon he ran and shouted aloud
"BIG RED'S COMIN' "...which brought down a shroud.

Out...

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A SAGA OF OLD EL PASO
AND LADY B GOOD
There was a famous lady of El Paso in the Old West
She hunted and trapped, trading furs with the best

Her pride, her joy, a red velvet cape...

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For years The State Of Arizona has been known for it's strict laws
They made no bones about it and did not back down
The old territorial prison, once there they did not want to go back
Was...

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I live in suburban Pittsburg,
but my heart yearns for western climes,
undoubtedly from watching films
that dressed up and romanticized
the sweep of the tall-grass prairie,
desert cactus and red-baked stone,
endless pines in northern forest,
Earth’s tall, Rocky Mountain bones.
Where...

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Back in the days, when men bold,
spun golden legends;
of exploits in the wild west;
of punch-in and herd-in cows
and saloon brawls where they’d shoot
and scores of bullets roared.

Stories of the Iron Horse’s roar
and gunfighters and marshals,...

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All Bottled Up

Bottlenecks are one thing driving down the road
Making one late for work is another
Cumbersome, slow and an all time low

Containers made from glass have their ups and downs
Mostly downs we’re told

Their poisons kill...

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Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, the coyote is on trial today
After you have heard the facts,it will not take you long to find him guilty
This case will be short, but it will not be...

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Three single trees hang
One each between the posts that
hold up the front porch
roof.  Each one off of an old
horse drawn wagon from years past

On the side of one
post is attached an old
dinner triangle
Used to...

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Gunfight in old Abilene

With his hat drawn way down, reins loose in his hands
His horse sweating pints, the sun burning down
The dust from the trail was choking his throat
The Abilene sign, said, two miles to...

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