Best Beretta Poems

A thin, frail man of the cloth
who went to England to study law at the age of 19
It was there that he was inspired by
Henry David Thoreau’s ‘Civil Disobedience’

On Jan. 30, 1948 at 5:12 in the evening
as he walked to a prayer meeting
Nathuram Vanayak Godge,
a...

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Hurled into the desert by a beatnik pilot and dropped off just above nirvana.  I find myself in a peculiar yet remarkable position.  I am now alone.  I look out above the high sierras and find a moonbeam shooting down on the...

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“Expresso Shot”

He drank tibetan milk tea 
from his saucer
like a cloistered munk 

his conversation 
was hushed and tinctured 
with fountains of try-too-hard satire 

he spoke softly 
and quite fast 
like a panther doing laps

a surprise 
well hidden
springing  

from long Prairie Sky switchgrass
chasing after too...

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Yesterday is hell sifted away
tomorrow is heaven
a myth...
no bye, no aloha 

complex married 
misunderstood
unable to communicate
hate
a retaliating stranger who never saw first blood
eyes red
puddled with break down
habits grab for stimuli 
the pill, the Beretta for the take down
longing to read, when ability limits him to...

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He laid there, warm and happy. Defeated as one, but successful as two.
A bullet hole straight through his chest. Another dark green uniform stained,
By the dark red liquid seeping through the torn fabric.
One hundred and one desperate young soldiers, laid to rest by the tip...

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I didn't mind shooting him between the eyes one bit, what made 
it harder for me was how he pleaded for his life and said he had 
money and that I didn't have to do this, but he was a killer of the 
first order...

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Military boots grip the pavement,
hair in a Sarah Connor ponytail
Got her sunglasses on at midnight,
waiting patiently for the right ride
to stop
And swing open an invitation
to rest her road wary bones
From the bend of the elbow,
	to the cut leather gloved hand 
waving a five finger salute
With...

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Babies with empty bellies
go hungry, 
every refugee day
While numerical chambers
of alphabet soup weaponry
are fully stocked
War rations 
on collateral display

AK-47
50-cal RPG’s
M-16
9 millimeter Beretta,
45-Uzi
1911-380 Browning
Mac-10 semi-auto magazine

Military grade A munitions
fill the land
with walking dead bodies desiccated,
full of misery
And the starving babies,
with empty bellies bloated,
got plenty lead bullets
enough...

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All me life I’ve been a bushman who lived mostly in a city
with dodging cars and sleazy bars and no-one showing pity.
A city is a concrete jungle, divvied by ribbons of tar,
and everyone must watch their back or bear a mental scar.

That’s why I call...

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Goodbye, Andy Warhol, R.I.P.

Welcome to the world of sensationalism.
Welcome to the pop culture of Andy Warhol.
Who saw, in a can, nutritious soup for consumption.
And beauty in the face of an ungodly woman.
But remember, “Andy was philosophical!”

So, who is to question his business production,
Of inner eye...

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Jack is in love
with his main trigger squeeze
Daniel’s in love,
got bottled up 
Passion 
pressure is a light pull release
Drawing the corked trigger
puts a Happy Hour liquid cap in his heart
His precious metal baby
ain’t no gun shy lady
She gives him heated recoil satisfaction
They both got a...

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Crazy as you are horrifiC
Raving, ranting shooteR
Always carrying your berettA
Zigzag from bullets that whiZ
Yearning to cause tragedY
Monster fueled by deliriuM
Arise from paranoiA
Never to be seen agaiN...

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I write to live
 without it I can't see a life ahead of it 

Impressions I can't get addicted 
to making them 

Used too skate in downtown Los Angeles 
Used too hit Venice 

just too smoke and look at envision
Different notebooks driven in silence 
by...

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I awoke to the ravens shadow-drifting across my face, not remembering or realizing this place I’m in, my heart begins to pace. Staring out the window a large number of swat came up quick upon me, I need to make a quick exit the only...

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Hush child,
give Mama a bosom suckled smile
Let me bathe you
sweetly in nursery rhyme tears
Hope to heaven
that it soothe your infant fears

Close your eyes,
don’t listen to the 313 area aria
drive-by lullaby

Snow White blue eyes
be spreading full moon wolf fright
Wearing a siren badge, 
crimson bright Red flashing...

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