Short Duel Poems
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Showdown at the OK Corral
It won't be the old traditional gunfight
It's gonna be a staredown
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
I'm calling you out
a duel of sorts
draw your weapon
prepare your shot
take careful aim
cause I will too
get ready, cowboy
I'm gunning for you
To slash and parry your blade
And into the battle you wade
Feint, strike and advance
Though you may death chance
Your foe will still say: Well played!
Listen to poem:
out of control chaos
behind the scenes
passion caution
duking it out
fists flying
teeter tottering
winning losing
caution passion
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Palindrome Limerick:
High "Noon"
A gun duel set for high "noon"
A noisy crowd gathers round soon
See Dead-"Eye" "level" his gun
Against the quick, evil "Nun"
Then the "pop" gun went, Ka-boom!
Have you seen it?
They don't quit
In a big fiery pit
Torches have it lit
Never flinch a bit
You have to be fit
If not, You better get
Hit, Yea you'll be hit
Down, You just sit
Your end, Will be writ
I've been there, I admit!
They meet on a field at thirty paces,
They point their guns and shoot.
Ketchup runs down one of their faces,
The other cleans his boot.
"I guess that proves I'm right," says he,
"I've got the better eye.
But you've got guts, I grant it ye,
Although your aim was high."
Which Cowboy bites dust tomorrow at noon,
Fighting duel to end, to death the tune,
The sun at noon shows no glare,
Bystanders, time of day fair,
Outside the saloon, a hot day in June.
Poetry Competition Entry: HIGH NOON POETRY CONTEST
Sponsor: Joseph May
Date: 07/05/2022
Both speed and intensity,
obstacles on earth’s great sea.
Srong gales top the weather charts
vying winds of valiant hearts.
Freezing forces whip about,
crowded in the hold we pray.
Faith duels with fear and doubt.
Ahoy! ahead! dawn’s new day.
written May 31, 2018
Eight Lines, (Nature) Joseph May
If er' a fool, there was, there was,
If er' a fool there was...
I'd promptly pat him on the shoulder and say: "I was there once, I was, I was. Once I was there, I was"
And since I was there, and you were too, I'd tell the fool - "You'll do!"
"As nary a fool where once was had, there now appears to be two!"
Its the Sea horse and the Sea snake seemingly
in an embrace
Lo its the Sea horse and the Sea snake in a duet
A duet of life and death in an embrace
The poisonous bite of the snake pierce into
the horse.
It's a duel to the death in the salty sea waters
with the snake standing.
(Written on the 20th of November,2015)
A cowboy, and his horse with no name,
One day rode into town, seeking fame.
Where he shot the town marshal,
But it was only partial.
Now the lawman's new horse is named flame.
5 / 5 / 2022.
Sponsor Joseph May.
For the contest. A Cowboy Limerick.
High Noon.
Howmanysyllables.com
With their guns fully loaded and pointed,
Two bad cowboys strike pose as appointed.
And, in high noon tradition,
without any contrition-
one left standing is not disappointed!
May 1, 2020
Contest: High Noon
Sponsor: Joseph May
Syllables: 10, 7
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I look into the face of the devil.
You tried to destroy,
My heart and soul,
But I have a burning ,
Inside my soul that will not die.
I smile at the devil,
I glare at him as he shows fear.
I see your soldiers, they are weak.
I protect the sick, the disabled,
And the children.
Excalibur will pierce your heart,
I will not back down,
I have the God's on my side.
Standing in the desert
Golden volcano‘s fiery lavas
Drops of sweat
Gasping, shaking, I wait
There he stands
Firm and fierce
With eyes glaring
His shadow devours mine
Moments later only one
Will stand
Alone
On this lonely land
Desperate moment of doom
Crawling near
To chain the life
To a black hole
Nothing to do
But to wait and see
Who pulls the trigger first
Form:
On the world stage
Stood two men with no class
And with words tossed
Turned defiantly ass to ass
Locked and loaded
Ten paces they did take
But when they fired
What a mess they did make
Try as they may
They could not hide
From heat seeking missiles
That targeted their backside
So that now when they talk
Nothing can be heard
Because with each breath
Out comes a turd.
You old fool, with her
We both fell in love
But your wealth deceived you.
I bought her heart
With my feelings and grace
But you came one day
And priced the beauty
You found on her flesh.
Alright, take her body
You bought with silver
Surely, not her heart too
For her heart shall
Always remain with me
As she wails for me
And you shall never find love
Except to lust, an old fool!
Where I looked
Don't look at it anymore
So I surrendered to a woman-river
Hemlock juice across the river blue
I am blue-throated; Duel flaps its wings
Let's go through the umbilical cord of the sea And want back on the other side
Yet in the chest of this duel
The morning stars shine
Two beaches in one horizon
On the beach of waiting silence
Crying dreams of dawn looking for another beach.
I stand on the rail of the ferry looking back
through the rain and wind and time.
I imagine the battle between Spitfire and Messerschmitt
at wave top height.
Who will bring their guns to bear first?
In the tight turns the Spitfire is king
but the 109 climbs so much faster.
Only God would know who is the winner
as both planes fall wounded to the sea.
Who will remember the wartime duel 60years ago?
I’m jerked back to reality as rain runs down my neck.
A rising editor is in search of a poet
Whose poems would bring him up
A tone up fate and stunning fortune
Here is a poet waits to come across an editor
Whose distribution and managing quality
Would help him to become an author of a bestselling book
And let fame and name come crawling
And make him a super star
In this duel of the ambitious two
So many ‘’genius’’ readers are robbed off
From having good poems in their shelves
And reading them in silence or recite them aloud
Form:
When near the doomed dark hour drew,
Dreadful deed descended through
The tunnel trap, damp and dim,
Where a duo met at their whim.
Mundane motive - love triangle,
Jealousy jailed in a tangle.
Devoured by its fatal flame
The foes counted steps to aim.
To their demise, both aimed well -
To dire destiny they fell.
Double death that tunnel led
On grim end light never shed.
Femme Fatale kept her heartache
For her future husband’s sake.
January 31, 2021