Outlaw Poems - Poems about Outlaw

Red lights close behind me, a road block up ahead. Slow down or accelerate, either way I'll soon be dead. The gun is in my pocket but no chamber has a round And if I let them catch me they'll put me in the ground. And oh, I gotta run. A bullet's in my shoulder, my life drips on the...

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This is the story of Ethel Slater An anarchistic agitator She met her end in feigned humility At a reinforced facility Ethel, no more golden hearted Let me tell you how that started And let me tell you how it went When she took on the government ...

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the 1934 model 40 B Fordor deluxe sedan idled outside the gas station Inside was Clyde Barrow, who was robbing the place His moll, Bonnie Parker, sat inside the car, holding a shotgun these notorious robbers were deemed “Robin hood figures” This was the Great Depression; their crime spree teased imaginations Stories and rumors followed them from Texas to Missouri They...

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It seems that the truth is never quite square it’s just a bit catywampus you see All about the way that the cowboys lived back in them old westerns on our TV Them outlaws and sheriffs had old six guns that could shoot forty-nine times on a load Look real close and see them telephone poles running alongside an asphalt paved road Good...

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Odious transgressor, Often wearing face masks. Objective - get money. Ominous demeanor, Offensive behavior, Out maneuvers the law. Ostracized by good folk....

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A new sheriff in town named Shaw Came to get rid of an outlaw They would slap leather soon Around the time of noon Sheriff was faster on the draw! 5-3-2022...

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The Scales of Justice didn't tip my way, I figure from the dues I've had to pay. While thumbing down to Shaky Town I thought I turn my luck around, At a drugstore in Salinas on a cold September day. The Wheel of Fortune, rolled out the door With the owner tied and ordered to the floor. As from...

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V. Besides a rushing stream he saw a stone hut, framed by aspens clinging to a rough slope, the chimney was stained from long years of use, But who lived out here? He just didn’t’ know. Until his eyes happened upon two graves, one had weathered, the other was fresh cut. Who could they know who was buried out here? Curious, he dismounted...

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IV. But the jokes all stopped cold six months later when her belly swelled up, big, full, and round. It was a scandal, her dad was enraged, a rash of whispered words ran through the town. Rennie didn’t care about the rumors, her money insulated her from such, but she did worry what her pa might do, until she was blessed with a...

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III. She settled into life the best she could, wanted for nothing, but found her life boring. Thankfully her pa wasn’t much around, when he wasn’t at work, he was whoring. Not many folks spoke kindly about him, but he had money, and worse, he had guns. The men also knew he’d sack anybody, turn out folks with their wives and little ones. And...

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II. “Do you mean to say Arthur Hauser’s your dad?” he asked he with a steely countenance. She somehow managed to bluster a “Yes, and you’ll run from here if you have any sense!” The man just smirked, and said, “Why should I run? This land is my very own ranch, after all. At least before your dad murdered my woman, and set...

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I. Rennie Hauser gazed out of the window as the stage slowly trundled down the road, the sun beat hard on the towering peaks that ran across northern Colorado. She was on the way to see her father in the small town locals called Tanager, she was not that fond of her dear, old dad, but there weren’t many options left to her. Her...

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Outside the laws or standards Inside my mind there are no laws, no limits In ur world is not where my mind resides Like a bank robber uses a gun I use words Stick 'em up! Laws of poetry be damned My words will shock the system Some of my words aren't found in Webster's My style is unique and illicits questions Structure is meant...

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Man’s intrinsic apathy's negligence-justified frown Is the actual defining substance of a mortal clown; Who with hollowed prejudgments fellow men slays, And likens to hallowed duty his thoughtless decays. He is evil's meekest martyr by doom's onus bound, The cold-blooded outlaw donning dark's lucid veils; His the bounden call to trim unwary lives that thrive, His a sworn charge to...

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The evil he did nobody saw he was the right was the law but judged with nonsense gave a deceptive sentence would he be a judge or...

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