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The Poet Drew First

Updated on April 17, 2017
The Poet Drew First
The Poet Drew First

In a broken down town in the middle of Texas,

where cowboys rode hard and Indians shot arrows and scalped us

Stood a man who many believed knew nothing of guns, but only his paper and feather

but was challenged by a gunman who shot first and asked questions after

All This over a glass of whisky that got accidentally spilled

But gunmen showed no pity and would draw quickly when they decided to kill

The poet came out shakily in his gentleman shoes, looking at the spectators who gathered to see him boxed and sent to the cemetery

While scar face Danny laughed, confident of the poets death and his victory

"Please Mr. Danny, I don't want to fight, I told you I was sorry for the spilled liquor. I will buy you two extra rounds if you like?"

"Shut up boy! No one spills Dangerous Danny's whisky and lives to buy me another round. I am gonna shoot you down and use your shirt to clean my spikes."

The poet knew then that this man was not worth talking to and intelligence played no part in his life.

But he had no gun, all he was armed with was a book, a quill and a pocket knife.

"Look sir, I am not even armed, I bear no arms."

"Oh, no arms, Well here is a pistol, now you bear arm"

The poet knew that he had to pick up the gun and try to defend himself

For this mad man would not hesitate to shoot him down and everyone else.

John picked up the gun, looked down at the barrel and saw two rounds

He tucked it into his waste and the place got silent, no whisper, no sound.

Ruby, the hotel owner, was in love with John and weeped bitterly as she knew he would be killed

For his power was not in the gun, but his paper and quill

The two men stared at each other motionlessly, while the wind blew a dead shrub across their path

The sound of gunfire echoed, someone stood living and someone was the past

The poet's gun was quick, lightening fast. Everyone was shocked.

When they say Dangerous Danny with a bullet between the eyes laying on his back.

Ruby ran out to John as the gun fell from his hand

She kissed him, hugged him. John walked over to look at the dead man

"If only he had just let me buy him back that spilled whiskey he would have been alive today."

"But instead he chose to draw with a poet, but before this, the gun was the only thing I Knew, now the devil will take his soul away."

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      Clive Williams 8 months ago from Nibiru

      Hey Terrie, pretty quick on the pen too. Thanks much.

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      Clive Williams 8 months ago from Nibiru

      Thanks much Linda

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      Terrie Lynn 8 months ago from Canada

      Nice piece Clive, you're pretty quick on the draw. Pretty good with the old quill pen too. I love it.

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      Linda Rogers 8 months ago from Minnesota

      Just love this story written in poetry form. Especially loved the great ending. Nice write Clive.

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      Clive Williams 8 months ago from Nibiru

      thanks Bill.

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      Clive Williams 8 months ago from Nibiru

      Venkatachari M ....An interesting poet. Would have loved to meet him

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      Clive Williams 8 months ago from Nibiru

      Eric...you should have recorded it, would make a good write.

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      Clive Williams 8 months ago from Nibiru

      Eric...you should have recorded it, would make a good write.

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      Bill Holland 8 months ago from Olympia, WA

      What a fun read and great play on words!

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      Venkatachari M 8 months ago from Hyderabad, India

      A Very beautiful story in a poetic form. This reminds me of the stories of one famous Poet/Writer in the court of King SriKrsihnadevaraya. His name was Tenali Ramakrishna. There is a saying that Poet sees even that which the Sun is unable to notice. He was the smartest to react to any kind of puzzles or problems and help the King and the people to solve issues in a witty way.

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      Eric Dierker 8 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Arr I was in a bar in a wild place called Prescott Arizona and such a scene played out. Kathy the owner was my wife's maid of honor. And Bill called the Sheriff to tell him it was righteous. You think just a story but there is the way it is.

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      Clive Williams 8 months ago from Nibiru

      Hey John, a Poet is quicker than they think,

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      John Hansen 8 months ago from Queensland Australia

      I enjoyed this, Clive. Especially that the poet's name was John :) Never mess with us poets.

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      Clive Williams 8 months ago from Nibiru

      Thanks Jean, Ruby is a fine Western name

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 8 months ago from Southern Illinois

      Of course the hotel and bar owner was named Ruby!! Hee.. Never mess with a poet, he'll ' outdraw ' a cowboy every time. A fun poem Clive..