Posse Poems - Poems about Posse

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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desperados have the sheriff’s address they are threatening the life of his family he rides his mount nearly to death ready to face the outlaws with guns blazing a posse joins him, determined to be of help hoping they will get there in time wanting to save his wife and children a posse on a mission...

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father rode in last posse in the county...

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My youth is long gone, I’m now middle aged. I live life by my rules and my soul is not caged. I’m a member of the Soup, this is where I spill my ink. I’ve no delusions of grandeur, it can be gone in a blink. I’m part of an elite group, sometimes mild but never meek. All are welcome...

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The posse came a-howling for vengeance The Senator must now perform penance His pleas for mercy ignored His reputation was gored Beheaded by public opinion's sword...

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We are a rare lot, women with burgundy hair, a tad bit over fifty-nine. But then I meet up with my friends, and I see that two of them are a lot like me. One’s hair is magenta, another one is turquoise, like-minded women, my kind. We walk into a restaurant, and old men give us a wide...

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Western Justice It was known just as "The Tree" It was on the fence line of Jade Ranch And on the wizened, hardened oak Was a limb, known as "The Branch" On the branch hung seven ropes Of seven different lengths Depending on the sentence They chose one of seven strengths Now a posse and a lynch mob Are two completely different groups You may always...

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