Short Wild West Poems
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make believe wild west
fingers pointed and thumbs cocked
back yard gunslingers
For the "guns" contest
sunset’s bloom to hilly dusk
busy streets to catalyst
where am I but in the rush
of the wild Wild West
Dust swirls in Tucumcari,
Two shadows draw at noon,
Steel flashes, sharp echoes,
Silence falls, one man stands,
Desert sun claims the victor.
HAIKU #114
Wilderness whispers
Weary wild west wind whistles;
Weeping willows watch
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
08 Nov 2020
Singapore
One Saturday in a fest
I met an old buddy in a vest
Who was mighty grateful to bond
At the side of an old pond
And tell stories of the wild west
HAIKU #106
Wild West wind wanders
Weeping willow whispers well;
Wry wet writes word wit
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
25 October 2020
Singapore
I
am
of the
opinion
that most
of the trouble
that happened in
the Wild West could
have been avoided if
the architects had made
the towns just slightly bigger.
Jessie James
Made it big as a wild west tough guy,
And when he came to town folks would hide.
He hung up his guns saying this life ain't fun,
And at the hand of a friend Jessie died.
Feels like only bandits wear masks
Tellers shouldn't wear em for doing their tasks
In the old wild west
Sheriffs were the best
We knew the rules we never had to ask
In spite of a long history as a gunfighter
From my early days as a wild west sniper
Turned out pretty good
Wouldn't change if I could
Turned out to be a smashing good limerick writer
Hawaii’s coffee is Kona
Mexico’s beer is Corona
But Tucson loves Stock
And now owns a used Glock
For the gun culture of Arizona
Author's note: News flash--Glocks are now flying off the shelves in Arizona.
~ Limerick-Style Political Verse ~
Let's defund the Police! We see the light!
Speaking Truth to Power: The Left is Right!
Coz they care about Crime
And don't want to waste time
Posses, Mob Justice ~ The future's so bright!
Another day yet another mass slaying
Mental health cannot be fully blamed
Even politicians must accept some blame
Rights to defend it maybe constitutionally
In wild west how many carried gatling guns
Challenging to duel settled most disputes
Ask yourself where is defence in slaying
Long time ago in town of El Paso
there's a handsome cowboy named Hunter Joe.
Charming as Buffalo Bill,
his mere looks could even kill;
Ladies flocked him like a wild Wild West show.
May 1, 2023
A Funny Or Bawdy Limerick Poetry Contest (4th place)
Sponsored By: Tania Kitchin
Magazine ads and newspaper obituaries
skitter across the streets
like tumbleweed in the desert.
Rims the size of carriage wheels roll by.
Everyone's holsters are filled,
even the children carry pistols.
The schools are ghost towns
but the saloons stay occupied.
This is the Wild, Wild West.
A carriage stops by a water trough and an
empty roofed stable with a long bench. Driver
helps folks and gets a drink. He returns, tells all
they leave in one minute. A man of no rank says
why stop. Driver says, no stops for 150 miles and
no one wants to be near here. So, are we ready?
bullets are flying
and people dying
without a reason why
as bloody bodies lie
so much rage
any age
some may say tougher gun laws
others will say laws bring flaws
this blood bath has to stop
life on Earth not a flop
God may be the answer
just ask a minister
this isn't the wild west
when they had so much less
Jessie James
Made it big as a wild west tough guy,
And when he came to town folks would hide.
He hung up his guns saying,"This life ain't fun."
And at the hand of a friend Jessie died.
Jessie James was shot in the back by a trusted friend, Robert Ford on April 3,1882 for the reward offered for his capture Dead or Alive.
Can you remember when folks
waited to hear the facts of a case
to come out before rendering judgment
It wasn’t too long ago that what we’re
witnessing in Minneapolis
was known as ‘mob justice’
Something we thought ended with the
demise of cowboys and the wild west
I don’t know where you came from
Could not even take a guess
Did you jump off of a train car?
Are you from the Wild West?
You’re wearing a sombrero
And a pair of running shoes
You’re dancing the bolero
And reading local news
You brought me homemade cookies
And some milk to wash them down
Of course I’ll have some hard candies
You’re the coolest granny in town!
What's in a name?
Feel life's stern game.
Sense wild wild west
Harsh frontier fest
Browse as you see
Tales that sprang spree
Bites of lost sites
Zane Grey's old writes
Stories and stuff
Cowboys and bluff
So many years
Now age draws near
Like memoirs crisp
Time has flown brisk
Leon Enriquez
11 September 2019
Singapore
big man big gun big heart
that's me in a nutshell
healin's my callin'
shootin's my insurance
guns run dry
my spear don't
rock don't lie
men do
I trust my pickax
my pa said shoot straight
and speak truth
I live by both
bang! ha ha!
did I get ya?
they fear my gun
they should fear
what's behind it
God guides my hands
medicine does the rest
The Wild West.
I jump on my horse old lucky.
We take to the hills along the trails.
Across the plains, we do ride. Like wind high in the trees, I do see.
We ride for hours without a worry.
For we are in no real hurry.
Across the wild west, I do ride with the most pride I do have.
Then wouldn't you know it had to come.
Mom yell," dinner get off that rock n horse.'
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
Sam Adams was a cowboy
Back in the wild west
A badass gunslinger
For hire to the biggest bidder
Often working for the law
Sometimes working for the outlaws
He did not see much difference
He took the jobs
That paid him the most
Thought that if he did not do it
Someone else would no doubt
Sam Adams thought about death
As he shot those that needed killing,
Better them than him he thought.