Original Colt 45 – 1863
Forty-five caliber
Royal blued steel
Black walnut hatched grips
Fine balance and feel
Sat low on the hip
For gunfighting draw
Giving wild frontiers
Apparatus of law
Hard men in hard times
Lived and died by the gun
In violent romance
Of leather and sun
(originally posted May 2013)
Writer Lynne Sargent
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Poesy plus Polemics 
Something so sexy about it.
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And so, I blush.
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“In violent romance
Of leather and sun”
Just nails it 😀
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Appreciate that Anshuman. I rewrote those lines a bunch of times before deciding.
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Your poetry says it all
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too kind – maybe little pieces of the all
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Oh I SO LOVE this one (cowboy-lover at heart)!!! I need to send Bubba Lar over to read this. Thanks, Mr Lenzi!
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yippie kai yea
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I just feel so sad about our society’s attraction to guns…your poem reveals our obsession…in the wake of so much tragedy in our society and the world…I just wish all guns were destroyed…forever…
I am not criticizing your writing…your lines of poetry…you wrote it with “violent romance”…I just wished we did not have that feeling about guns…
Paul, you are a great poet!
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I understand your feelings completely. I don’t agree but I appreciate your comments very much.
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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This hits the mind like a bullet finding its target!
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bang bang
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I remember this–one of my faves.
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I appreciate your sticking with me all these months
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Loyalty–it’s a blessing and a curse sometimes.
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blessing only
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The curse part is when one’s loyalty is betrayed.
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arrrggh
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This is so … what’s the word… gunmetal shiny! I like it. I’m reading The Gunslinger saga these days; it’s by Stephen King, and this poem sorta clicks with my muse’s musings. Bookmarking it.
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glad you enjoyed it
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Enjoyed it? Paul I loved it so much! You’re gifted, dear poet. Gifted!
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