Long Six shooter Poems

T'were the night after Christmas, 'n' the house was all dark.
Not much money for 'lectric in the ol' trailer park.
Ma waitin' tables at the club on the base,
jist me and my sisters alone in the...

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The Grizzly Old Cowboy's Night At The Saloon


That wash-bin washed away tons of trail-dirt
Many a pint of blood too said the old man
He was lean and mean in his cowboy shirt
Weather-beaten face and western sun's...

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Subject: Temper Tantrums

Give someone having a temper tantrum
an inch and they will take a mile's worth
of attention. You cannot kill the same 
dead horse twice or shoot a six shooter
a seventh time without reloading it.
Remember...

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It’s skin deep evident,
being black is an inherent crime

It doesn’t matter whether we
peacefully
stand our ground,
or be siren subservient — 
Hands in the air, 
knees bent

We get shot seven times,
by a six-shooter

In the back of our...

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Welcome to the war, son ...
You’ve been conscripted,
go grab a gun
And you daughters 
of the new American flag,
you’re not exempted either
Go get that gat outta my bag
There’s a 21st century civil war goin’ on,
and you...

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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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...He spotted Jones, and three other rough men,
digging at the ground beneath a large spruce.
Jones was grousing, “I know it’s buried somewhere,
if if it’s not here, I’ll beat it out of that youth!”

It was them...

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The Un-Cowboy Like Cowboy
this is the story of cedric hyde-fleet
the most un-cowboy cowboy you ever would meet
cedric was english, not british you see
but, being a cowboy was what  he wanted to be

he was from england
as i...

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With His Six Shooter In Hand He Emptied Its Load


In a whiskey glazed stupor his horse he shot
Under blue-wailing moon his heart, a broken mess
And then his emotions tossed in their sad lot
Somewhere with lost...

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mr. hope & change is saddened again,
as just a few weeks ago the nation mourned
the deaths of those blown away in a movie
theater, 
now a skinhead takes out 6 in a Wisconsin
Sikh temple &
yet the...

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The fog of war
is lingering long on 
these golden amber grain shores

In the bar,
in the synagogue

Count the missing fingers
in the high school cafeteria tomb
Tally the tiny toe tags
in the elementary home room

Feel another barrel blast
of...

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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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the streets are scarred for good and we know it
after the hits of untamed hearts
after this abstract damage of cyclic returnings

there's a window in my chest
a sight of iron garden and crystal steam
where colour of...

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The cowboy rides like a noble lord
across the dusty ground,
his six-shooter is his scepter,
a Stetson is his crown.

His saddle is a leather throne
from which he can survey
all his four-legged denizens
on far mountain and plain.

His kingdom...

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Little Texas Ranger

My little boy came up to me and this is what he said.

Daddy Iv got a broomstick pony to ride.
A toy six shooter on my side.
When I grow up, I want to be...

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Egalitarians of a smaller world
with forks for fingers 
chew loudly on the gravy train
of poor boys paper thin paychecks
spit me out cause I got no cash
better to be on the street with
a shoeless shuffle
than trying...

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~ Mary Fields…
Was born into slavery somewhere back east
she thought it was Hickman County, Tennessee
Growing up, she had learned how to read and write
though she'd spent her childhood in captivity

Came to Montana to live life...

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The Beauty And Essence Of A Pretty Cowgirl

Although she wraps herself in soft leather,
Wearing her pointy-toed cowboy boots,
She delights in darkest stormy weather
And banging sounds her fast six-shooter shoots;

But hurt her and she just barely...

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Recall the Days of Yesteryear
Inspired by Lynn Yawn
By Franklin Price
1/15/2016

Recall the days of yesteryear
And the fun times that you had
Watching cowboys on the silver screen
Could tell the good one from the bad

The good one rode...

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With the challenge of writing a poem in the now
I reach for my pen, a lightning quick draw
Gun slinging the page with a six shooter of words
Letters ricocheting off of the page, escaping the poems...

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So, let us have guns and more guns in the USA 
Pistols, shotguns, rifles, and AK-15s galore, I say, 
Let those peace-loving pinkos scream and howl 
I will blow their heads off if they get...

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Just to the left of Texas
In the valley of beyond 
Is where sanity up and left us
Deciding it was best to move along

Hitched up horses and a wagon
Six shooter strapped to its side
Passing through all...

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So there it was nigh on high noon
In the heat of  summer's day,
When down the street walked the buffoon
While the town folk were napping away.

No one took much notice at first
Of the buffoon out...

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