Short John Wayne Poems
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John Wayne
Gained his fame
For riding on a horse
Of course
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Marion Robert Morrison
his voice couldn’t be confused with Roy Orbison
but he really gained his fame
when he became known as John Wayne
His last days
in his dreams
in Jamaica mon
The capital Kingston
He prayed to the heavens
Gods only laughed
in the Caribbean waves
as this small minded
prang called
the pond of frogs
glorious
Hickory Dickory
Marion Morrison
crafted a cowboy name
to fan his flame.
His new handle, John Wayne
instantaneously
launched him as a star of
western film fame.
(Double Dactyl)
1/26/2021
I want to ride
Like Captain Nathan Brittles of the US Calvary
As he rode through Monument Valley
To fight the Indians
When it was easy to tell
The good from the bad
And John Wayne was the man.
© Paul Warren Poetry
John Wayne
Was a handsome swain.
Westerns were his specialty.
On a horse with a gun he'd be.
old spaghetti westerns
and john wayne flics
what better way to spend
saturday afternoons
weekly shoot 'em ups
where at the end
cowboys and their horses
ride toward a dusty sunset
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Once was an illustrator, sketched portraits of famous peeps
Mailed each 2 copies, one to sign and return, other to keep
Received over a thousand
Friends were totally astounded
John Wayne, Donald Trump(?) and John Glenn just 3 of heaps
John Wayne was born in a tiny house in a teeny Iowa town.
We love claiming him, because Iowans do not usually leave Iowa.
Certainly do not become bigger-than-life cowboy movie stars!
But he did, and we adored him. I still do in many ways.
our hero who never served.
The Mexicans have a phrase
“Feo fuerte y formal”
Which means
“He was ugly, strong and had dignity”
And was how John Wayne wanted to be remembered
When the dust has cleared
And I am at my final rest
I wonder if this phrase will apply.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Watchin’ John Wayne ag'in
The West alive right to defend
Riding tall in the saddle
Showing men his mettle
For those days the bad guys knew
He would give them what was due
For in the end you know what’s true
A man’s got to do what a man’s got to do.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Tombstone
law goes after thugs
my favorite western without John Wayne
Loving Val Kilmer and Kurt Russell
“I’m your huckleberry”
Held breath during shoot out at O.K. Corral
Rooted for Josie and Wyatt to get together in the end
Even though I do not usually root for a homewrecker
Errol Flynn a swashbuckler
he was also a wrangler
Jack Webb loved LA
gave us Joe Friday
Kevin Bacon brought us footloose
many years after Mother Goose
Humphrey Bogart had many roles
his acting on screen without holes
John Wayne cowboy and soldier
neither one was more bolder
Once was an illustrator, sketched portraits of famous peeps
Mailed each 2 copies, one to sign and return, other to keep
Received over a thousand
Friends were totally astounded
John Wayne, Donald Trump and John Glenn just 3 of heaps
(Long before The Donald became PREZ?)
< Once came along an man named John Wayne
Winchester by his side causes more pain
Dusty trails ballroom brawls
Battlefield's muddy crawls
The duke of western inflicting gains
I was bored in Manhattan that day
So decided to pay for a lay
He was handsome and young
And was VERY well hung
I walked like John Wayne all of the day
Thanks to James Fraser's Bored In Manhattan poem for the inspiration!
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Marshall Dillon in Gunsmoke
Clint Eastwood as Rowdy Yates in Rawhide
Paladin Have Gun will Travel
John Wayne in bunches of westerns
the pattern was easy....
The cowboys always win
Hero wears a light hat
Villain is stuck with black hat
Indians never win
TV in the 60’s gave me new terms
Dance hall girl, sage brush, wagon train
I reminisce about the wild west I know
She used to be fast
and bouncy,
but after two strokes
her head began to tilt
on the rolling deck
of her body.
Through bleary eyes,
she saw off
starlings and cats,
toppling into them
with her
John Wayne walk.
When called
She would wobble sideways
tracking the sound,
then lurch forward,
tongue lolling;
a wide grin of recognition
plastered over
her fuzzy brain.
Tough to say But I think the Duke His years in the spotlight Were definitely no fluke He fought the wars Won the west This giant was always At his best At the very end The Shootist And True Grit Will forever stand the test Happy trails John Wayne You were Without a doubt Heads above the rest
Willie Nelson broke our hearts
When he sang ‘bout them broke backs—
He should of stuck to cowboy
Heroes and that’s the derned facts.
Hoppy and Roy are turnin’
In their earthly deposits—
‘Cause of all them gay cowboys
Comin’ out of their closets.
If cowboys start prancin’ strange
And act like they is insane—
We’ll blame it all on Willie
If they don’t walk like John Wayne!
Without you...
The sun would join the Union of Astral bodies and go on strike
Batman and Robin would have a big argument
The stars would be unglued and fall out of the sky
The Lunchpack of Notre Dame would drop Esmeralda..oops
John Wayne would get shot at the start of the film
Christmas would be abolished and I would never find my socks
So I think it`s clever to stay with you...
She used to be fast
and bouncy,
but after two strokes
her head began to tilt
on the rolling deck
of her body.
Through bleary eyes,
she saw off
starlings and cats,
toppling into them
with her comic
John Wayne walk.
When called
She would wobble sideways
tracking the sound,
then lurch forward,
tongue lolling;
a wide grin of recognition
plastered over her fuzzy face
and brain.
Next month I'll be fifty
What rhymes with fifty?
Sixty
Ten years to make fifty
the new thirty
Get down and dirty
Like Stallone and Willis
Maybe buy a few guns
"Yeah we bad."
"How we gonna hit em Sly?"
"I don't wanna DIE HARD!"
"No John Wayne Gacy for me."
Try to breeth like Jack Nickelson
I can feel it allready
An unimaginable ammount
Of cool being showered
Down on me
All I have to do is
Keep my mouth shut
Elegy Poem
The day I had seen your first movie
I was always interjecting and happy
I would always pull out my toy guns and start to act like you
I remember watching every single one of your movies
That was until JUne 11, 1979 when you went by by
Now I can’t watch any new movies of yours
That is no bueno
Why did you have to die
We had some good times
Especially watching my favorite movie of yours Cowboys
She used to be fast
and bouncy,
but after two strokes
her head began to tilt
over her rolling neck
and podgy body.
Yet, through bleary eyes,
she saw off
starlings and cats,
toppling into them
with her comic
John Wayne walk.
When called
She would stagger sideways
wet nose tracking the sound,
then lurch forward,
tongue lolling,
a wide grin of recognition
plastered over her fuzzy face,
her brain.