Desert Raiders

Desert Raiders

A Chapter by Dave Brown



Desert riders crossed hot sand

Hooves hammering, sand flying

Under black Stetsons, dark eyes gleaming

There would be dying


A great dark, dust followed

Hell’s fury in a mass swirling cloud

For the terrified townfolk, running, hiding

No mercy, the raiders had vowed


Sun was blotted, day seemed like night

Badland riders, a firebrand

With their mounts given free rein

Raiders raised a gun in each hand


Through dirt streets, dust exploding

Rotting boardwalks lining each side

Screaming banshees, pistols firing

Satan’s cowboys would not be denied


Out stepped the marshal, the old marshal

And the wild bunch reined to a slide

He was the fastest gun in the old west

His two hands were hung by his side


Someone pulled, one fool hombre pulled

Flying lead filled, dust killin streets

For black gleaming eyes, under black Stetsons

It happen once, there were no repeats


Dust settled, townfolk ventured out

The bartender brought him a tall cool one

His legend grew that much taller that day

And life returned to its day in the sun





© 2020 Dave Brown

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Action packed. This poem has everything. Baddies, suspense, great imagery, the smell of gunfire, and a hero. Good on the bar tender for rewarding the marshal. He needed a cool one after that heat. Love the black stetson and a good cowboy film.


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Dave Brown

1 Month Ago

Good morning Chris
still a bit cool here but you might be getting ready for a tal.. read more
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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

Well it rained this morning. I got out there and loved it. Got wet. Now it has all dried up and it's.. read more
Where have you gone, Gary Cooper? Today, the woke crowd would probably be rioting and screaming police brutality.

Posted 1 Month Ago

Dave Brown

1 Month Ago

watched Randolph Scott the other night
Yep. Back when we took the law into our own hands...
There's certainly a case made here for defunding the police. :)

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Dave Brown

1 Month Ago

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I wanted originally wrote review for your fishing poem but this one get under my skin on first reading. It's sounds like rides of modern apocalypse . Without compromise straight into painful death. It have very strong atmosphere and can make reader breathless . You certainly have not just good writing hand for humour poems but also for very bleak ride through the hell. I wonder what will follow next.

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Dave Brown

1 Month Ago

This is a take-off of the old western movies where the good guy always saves the day
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1 Month Ago

Ha sometimes i don't get funny sides . My boss told me . I am probably on spectrum. I like more spag.. read more
And people often say we're going thru the worst of times right now! Short memories! They forget the wild west days, which you've described with a ton of dynamic (as well as dusty) imagery. As long as there have been ways for people to destroy each other, some humans will never be inclined toward peaceful resolution of anything, I've gathered from my life observations. DRAMA SELLS! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

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Dave Brown

1 Month Ago

morning Margie
I am still getting over seeing your little pup picture
Enjoy your day

1 Month Ago

I know what you mean. I'm far more distracted by the sight of a cute dog than even a naked man!

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Added on August 12, 2020
Last Updated on September 4, 2020

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