Long Six gun Poems

Shootout, And That Wild Young Cowboy From Laramie

Her heart said, I want a cowboy from Laramie
Six-gun shooting hombre to take sweet care of me
Tender lover succumbing to my feminist wiles
Begging for more of my sexy...

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I.
Bob Harney was riding upon the evening stage,
worried they’d not reach Pelltown before light did fade,
he hoped they didn’t have to spend the night camping out,
they’d heard the Arapahos were raiding around.

The others in the...

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...It was early fall when the trouble came
to the Sperry’s and the Circle-S Ranch,
a dozen bandits came riding in hard,
shooting their guns in an entrance grand,
they thought none would dare make a stand,
but the punchers...

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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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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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Some modern folks, when they hear his name,
will roll their eyes and look ashamed,
thinking the cowboy is uncivilized,
with his hats, and guns, and round-up rides.
That somehow they are beyond the stuff,
to good for the wild,...

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We all have those notebooks
filled up to the top
of poems we started
but for some reason had to stop
But we never throw them away
into the trash can or shredder
because someday we’ll rewrite them
and make them much...

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There were six in the cylinder,
Strapped to his side,
He stood tall,
And walked with pride.

His feathered friend, Hawk,
Upon his shoulder,
No, he didn't talk,
But was so much bolder.

Out west they would ride,
Toward the setting Sun,
Upon his horse,
Named...

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Speaking Spanish wasn't easy for a gringo like me, but I had no choice. I was playin' cards and drinkin' Mezcal at a nowhere bar in El Paso. I didn't have any money in my...

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With his old hat cinched firmly on his head.
    He pulled his six gun and let loose its deadly lead.
Just one shot was usually all it ever took.
    As...

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His dad was a Commercial Traveller
Who went to work in a suit and tie
Didn’t have that weathered complexion
From daily working under open sky.
They lived last house in Mill Row
The village school not very far.
Unlike most...

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THE COYOTE SONG
I'm just a poor lonesome cowboy.
Ridin' my pinto, out on the prairie.
I'm Roundin' up these longhorn, all day long,
Me and my pinto, and my rusty six-gun.

I love a redhead from Philly.
She got some...

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I hope to heaven that when I die
I meet Woody Guthrie in the sky
and then upon a dust-bowl cloud
we'll find the grace to sing aloud,
and that the Heavens won't debar
the using of a stringed guitar,
though...

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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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Doc Holliday truly amazing
Sick to death and two six guns blazing
Though his blasting appeared not to be phasing
The calmness of his gelding equine’s grazing

This be the glory, how the west was won
By house of ill...

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the phantom called a meeting, for he wished to unionize
the trucks had been delivering, unloading their supplies.
  Bat man and his robin boy, busted threw the night
  the shadow showed up early, to...

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The Phantom called a meeting for he wished to unionize
the trucks had been delivering unloading their supplies.
  Bat man and his robin boy came bursting threw the night
  The shadow showed up early...

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A badge laid there upon the desk
Barely shining thru the dust
and the six gun there beside it
neglected, full of rust

There hadn't been a sheriff here
For days or months nor years
and since that day the...

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On that ranch in the west.
We got us a cowboy dude.
On that ranch in the west.
We do what cowboys do.

Six gun by his hand.
He's carrying a shotgun too.
On that ranch in the west.
We got us...

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Well, I’ve lived in this Montana country
guess it's been pert near fourteen years 
I call myself a cowboy though I ain't
punched no cows or branded no steers

Ain't broke me no fiery eyed wild stallion
Or pushed...

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THE COYOTEE SONG
I'm just a poor lonesome cowboy.
Ridin' my pinto, out on the prairie.
I'm Roundin' up these longhorn, all day long,
Me and my pinto, and my rusty six-gun.

I love a floosie from Philly.
She got some...

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The phantom called a meeting for he wished to unionize
the trucks had been delivering unloading their supplies.
  Batman and his Robin boy came bursting through the night
  the shadow showed up early to...

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Turquoise stones and sun-bleached bones
Were strewn across the sand.
Through mid-day heat on blistered feet
The cowboy tried to stand.
They stole his horse without remorse
And then they took his boots.
They left him dry to bake and die
Without...

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THE COYOTEE SONG
I'm just a poor lonesome cowboy.
Ridin' my pinto, out on the prairie.
I'm Roundin' up these longhorn, all day long,
Me and my pinto, and my rusty six-gun.

I love a floosie from Philly.
She got some...

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He stumbled up the rock slope
To find the breaded man.
A six gun waiting at the ready,
The bastard’s flesh to brand.
A rock came loose
His foe came round
A stray bullet 
Struck in the group
He could not believe...

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