Round One: BAR BARIAN VS. Richard Schwartz [Richard Schwartz wins (NS)]

Adonis · 07-25-2014, 01:29 AM

Verses will be due Friday at 11:59 p.m. Western / 2:59 Am Eastern / 7:59AM UK. There are no Extensions. No Exceptions.

Verses must be a minimum of 10 Lines and maximum of 48 Lines or 650 words unless agreed upon by both competitors.

Votes will be due Sundays at 11:59 p.m. Western / 2:59 Am Eastern / 7:59AM UK .

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Goodluck

@BAR BARIAN @Richard Schwartz

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BAR BARIAN · 07-25-2014, 07:03 AM

!!!

Richard Schwartz · 07-25-2014, 11:03 AM

Greetings

Richard Schwartz · 08-02-2014, 02:02 AM

Our vigilante lives in his shanty, sipping chianti
Or a snifter of brandy, as he flips through Cervantes
His pistol handy, it’s a dandy, and he’s sound on the draw
If you dare provoke a man that isn’t bound by the law
Counseled by God, dispatching of rustlers and thuggish creeps
Then rides away on his trusty steed amongst the tumbleweeds
Our vigilante once had a family, once a wife and a son
Whom he raised on a plot of land he had rightfully won
His tragedy came by banditry, at once swift but still wrathful
They killed his kin and his cattle, left him adrift and in shambles
Now he roams the restless ‘Handle, he won’t rest til they’re dead
As he paints the West in red, in search of Texas revenge
For those who crushed the gunsmith, their punishment cometh
Torn asunder in the rumble of his thundering bullets
See, his pistol is sinful, a fistful of artisanal nickel
Ever-fitful, his foes left dismal in their swiftest dismissal
Bitterness never fizzles, his heart steeled by their evils
A man once calm and pious now unwieldy and lethal
There’s no bravado in our desperado as he sips amontillado
He drowns his sorrows, hollow with the thought of tomorrow
His righteousness derelict, the Western air is but perilous
Our vigilante, his love unheralded…
but his gun barrel is

King Ra. · 08-02-2014, 03:20 AM

Richard Schwartz wins by no show.

07-25-2014, 01:29 AM	#1
Adonis Tsk Tsk Join Date: Feb 2013 Location: Beer Goggles Posts: 4,834 Battle Record: 36-34 Champed - Lime Green Poetry Association - NFL Pick'em 2016-17 Rep Power: 9946446	Round One: BAR BARIAN VS. Richard Schwartz [Richard Schwartz wins (NS)] Verses will be due Friday at 11:59 p.m. Western / 2:59 Am Eastern / 7:59AM UK. There are no Extensions. No Exceptions. Verses must be a minimum of 10 Lines and maximum of 48 Lines or 650 words unless agreed upon by both competitors. Votes will be due Sundays at 11:59 p.m. Western / 2:59 Am Eastern / 7:59AM UK . View Other Rules Here Goodluck @BAR BARIAN @Richard Schwartz Topic: __________________ I'm tryna fuck like A-don-is TUPAC SHAKUR

07-25-2014, 07:03 AM	#2
BAR BARIAN Junior Member Join Date: Jul 2014 Posts: 5 Rep Power: 0	!!! __________________ Is sleamhainn leac doras an taigh mhòir.

08-02-2014, 03:20 AM	#5
King Ra. The Throne, The Crown Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 2,667 Battle Record: 21-35 Rep Power: 1932960	Richard Schwartz wins by no show. __________________ Vetwork, bitches.

07-25-2014, 11:03 AM	#3
Richard Schwartz Member Join Date: Jul 2014 Posts: 65 Rep Power: 3707153	Greetings

08-02-2014, 02:02 AM	#4
Richard Schwartz Member Join Date: Jul 2014 Posts: 65 Rep Power: 3707153	Our vigilante lives in his shanty, sipping chianti Or a snifter of brandy, as he flips through Cervantes His pistol handy, it’s a dandy, and he’s sound on the draw If you dare provoke a man that isn’t bound by the law Counseled by God, dispatching of rustlers and thuggish creeps Then rides away on his trusty steed amongst the tumbleweeds Our vigilante once had a family, once a wife and a son Whom he raised on a plot of land he had rightfully won His tragedy came by banditry, at once swift but still wrathful They killed his kin and his cattle, left him adrift and in shambles Now he roams the restless ‘Handle, he won’t rest til they’re dead As he paints the West in red, in search of Texas revenge For those who crushed the gunsmith, their punishment cometh Torn asunder in the rumble of his thundering bullets See, his pistol is sinful, a fistful of artisanal nickel Ever-fitful, his foes left dismal in their swiftest dismissal Bitterness never fizzles, his heart steeled by their evils A man once calm and pious now unwieldy and lethal There’s no bravado in our desperado as he sips amontillado He drowns his sorrows, hollow with the thought of tomorrow His righteousness derelict, the Western air is but perilous Our vigilante, his love unheralded… but his gun barrel is