Wild West Poems - Poems about 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....

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Pleasure and exposure, closure All of you steams and then boils over All of you gleams and beckons closer Raised well, all “yes, sir” “no, sir” Naked edges, hollow scratches, Bear witness as your world collapses Get wild, dip me into the ashes, Share ambitions and your passions Wild west, child now, child then Insults blamed on ignorance, lucky...

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Who are you Dan McGrew? You sound quite mean If rumours' true You lodged yourself Inside his head Some seventy years Still, now you're dead A tale of love Of bars and booze The wheel of fate Alas, you lose The west was wild Back in the day As danger framed Each male afray But what of Lou? The lady fair Of unkissed lips And tousled hair A broken heart May never mend A scar unhealed Until the...

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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?...

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Whiskered wonders of the wild west of mine, Wooly and whimsical, with whiskers so fine Rode on a stagecoach not recognizing its line Ended up in a Kansas town named Valentine. Where tornadoes are plentiful and come a lot. Their kibble blew away with their cooking pot. Their catnip treats disappeared into the night. Kansas is bad, one kitten said. It...

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[This is the poem that made me think ‘Hmmm… Sixgun Sid?’ Which led to a plethora of (at least one) ‘adventures’] ...

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He was old and haggard, in the year nineteen twenty something A tall lanky old man, with a worn out hat and a rusty ring His squint blues eyes pulled together the wrinkles upon his face With an expressionless gaze, that told of another time and place Half the day he sat in his front porch rocking in his...

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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...

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~ 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!...

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Smoke signals rise from Sitting Duck cavern In town the Pitt gang are trashing the tavern John Wayne strolled in and he ain’t here to dance They say that he walked like he just sh*t his pants Don’t be a doubtin, that Marshall ain’t messin A man ain’t alone when he’s got Smith n Wesson An outlaw’s revolver, a volley...

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Smoke signals rise from Sitting Duck cavern In town the Pitt gang are trashing the tavern John Wayne strolled in and he ain’t here to dance They say that he walked like he just sh*t his pants Don’t be a doubtin, that Marshall ain’t messin A man ain’t alone when he’s got Smith n Wesson An outlaw’s revolver, a volley...

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Annie Oakely: The Poem by Shane Nielsen Deep in the Ohio woods, to brown eyes aspy, The wondrous echoes of nature give their humble reply, to the spirit of sight, and the will to try. Billows of smoke from fires who do not cease to prier, ventured the aptly named Little Miss Sharpshooter, the stakes couldn't be higher. To feed the sick...

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Strap on your six shooters or reach for the sky. The police in Minneapolis are going bye bye. The powers that be want the police department gone. Be careful of what you wish for and the line that you’ve drawn. Maybe we should stop paying taxes and see where that leads. Defund our government and start wearing beads. The summer of...

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It is said that in the good ol' wild west the promptest postal mailing was the Pony Express. greatest agile riders in the nation the ten-day journey of mail what could go awry? Johnny fry was the leading jockey Mail deposited in a mochila saddle and POW!!! the explosion of a cannon signified the commencement of the dash against trains. Galloping onward at a near...

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Translation with commentary of an archetypal Wild West Classic : " Summer Wine " (I'd wage my bottom diamond dime future generations will re-discover and treasure this true American classic like only a few others of its kind taken from the sixties. It may have only peaked at #49 in '67 when Nancy Sinatra's " These...

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