Long Puncher Poems

This old car written by a parky ,


I have a friend Denitia 
A lovely lady she is
I rang her up one morning
To see if she was in

We decided to have some fun
In an old reck...

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Blackjack’s face held its dark glare,
he shook his head in disgust.
“We rode all this way, and your great ‘treasure’
is some moldy old paper and dust?”

He slowly moved his hand towards his gun,
but besides him a...

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...Gutshot snarled at Sid’s strange reaction.
“I don’t care if a century’s gone by.
You murdered my brother, and I made a vow,
to take vengeance for Paul before I die.”

Sid just shrugged back at the bandit’s cruel...

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Unquotable quotes – XII

To catch a monkey, you need a young coconut with three holes for eyes ; bore a hole in one and wait : the monkey will thrust its hand in to grab...

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...The media was stunned by this action,
and even more so when he retired,
he said he could not hit a man again
after what he had just seen transpire,
that making money of televised strife
couldn’t justify the taking...

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Madeline Cole worked over the basin,
Washing clothes for her, and her man,
In the wilds of Kansas, 1878,
Where grass, between horizons, did span.

A pretty young woman, a brand new wife
She’d yet to fall heavy with child,
But...

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Marching the streets with our flags flying high
Deutschland uber allas was our battle cry
The Youth taught me to be tough and bold
With out hesitation I carried out every order I was told
To defend my Fatherland...

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"I saw heaven standing open 
and there before me was a white horse…" 

Revelation 19:11 

I’ve talked to many a good man 
facing his own end 
And pretty much they all wonder 
about the same...

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It was back in '89 when I worked the Rockin' B,
That they hired a large cowpuncher that we called Big Smalley.
I reckon that ol' cowboy musta went 'bout six foot nine--
And to our suprise was...

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Now its purty well knowed that cowpokes prefer to ride a horse,
An' movin' pitchers show 'em astride prancin' horses of course.
But Hank, a cow-puncher fer many years ain't like th' usual pack;
He prefers to mount...

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The Ice Frozen Box, I Like To Call My Heart
8/04/10
By: Sami LaRose


In times of evaporation, the heart fades away
Looking for a newer and brighter day.
He strolls alongside Park Avenue
Then he see’s something he would never...

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A nocturnal sorting machine
clatters inside a skull.
Images flit across closed eyes.
A blind man works there,
he is not the crazy one
he’s just a working man,
a projectionist,
a time-puncher.

Nerves are running on fumes,
they can’t shut down
to leave you...

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Steel Ruler

My steel ruler, Mr I Will 
Toy With Your 
Affections, passed away 
last Wednesday. The doctor said it was a 
severe, sudden disease that 
was going around that got her. At her funeral in...

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