Short Desperados Poems

  In an age so chaotic
    desperados resort to narcotics...

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some called them desperadoes
their feats were written up in dime novels
bankers dreaded the day they would show up
I called them sons, they were sweet babies to me....

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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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Under cover of darkness
two glowing eyes in awareness 
of all its cruel foes 
that appears where ever it goes.
An untuned carniverous orchestra sings
funerary songs as Death stings,
suddently, many glowin' eyes scrambles in the shadows 
like consternated desperados,
yet an unlucky prey
met its doomsday!...

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Quick! Let’s get to the bottom of it. 
uncover the answers we seek 
aggressively we are being spoon fed 
running  like desperados  
Asymptomatic ; stuck in a circle of chaos 
nevermind what we do not know 
too much is shrouded in paranoia
inconvenient to look below the surface
now forced isolation, mindset changes,
Earth healing; may be what can free us....

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All get out,
there’s fire in the hole
Dangerous as ... 
bomb ‘bout to explode
Don’t keep anger in,
let the hatred all go
Dangerous as ... 
emotions uncontrolled
Make the lions docile,
dose them down with dope
Dangerous as ... 
hopelessness that can’t cope
All get out,
there’s water flooding the hold
Dangerous as ... 
desperados selling their souls...

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Fantastic but totally true,
my story I tell now to you.
This morning a criminal crew
came crashing in out of the blue!
Great fear for my life did ensue.
With cash and gold bricks in plain view,
my rings, and a tv—brand new—
I pled, “Take THESE!” What did they do?
They took all my t p in lieu!

t p--toilet paper

When I said this was true--Alas! I lied.


April 1, 2020...

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The warmth of
our heated blood,
collides with
the biting frost of
springtime drizzle,
as we tango
underneath a
ruddy canopy of
cherry blossom trees,
handcrafting our
conflagration like
a potter glazing clay

We are
two Argentine paramours,
alchemical desperados
lashing the
verdant virginity of
Toronto’s High Park
with a searing
gaucho bullwhip,
after branding the
naked earth
with red hot iron...

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