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...

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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. ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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