Best Carbine Poems

Young G’s sporting tattooed gunz, on rolling black streets,fishing without water, amphibians of the dark ghettos,with names like Ricochet Rob, because he once dreamt of...

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He was out of Woodie Wonder by the stallion Sunset Hue, 
A freak thought breeding purists, who would surely end up glue. 
For greys were...

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The Ending at Wounded Knee

This is what happened:
Two worlds collided,
And the elder one died.

Pony soldiers and Indian police,
Triggerhappy and jumping at shadows,
Killed Sitting Bull at...

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Towering, organic orifice; 
Spiring, glistening steeple
Wholesome, organic form; 
Brokered, burnished symbol
Environmentally-conditioned 
organism; Artificially-renovated 
copse
Bland, earthy edifice; Bright, 
glowing orb
Dull, lifeless timber; Vibrant, 
veiled oracle
Shielded, sheltered...

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final dismount, final ride
pasture waits for dappled roan
girth mark of the lonely byways
lather from the battles flown
dew eyed weary, spinal backed
stumble step'd and nostril blown...

stirrup...

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The buds are blooming,
And there are no storms looming
Even the leaves are sustaining each other,
To reshape the trees and gather.
Spring was declared to be our...

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Those BMX bikers were kicking up dust 
But the blockade ahead meant they had to have trust
The little green guy with a face like a...

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(This poem was wrote as a challenge, a tribute to  Laurel and Hardy, so this was taken from  songs).



On a mountain in Virginia,...

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~ (~) "Amazing what-impacts the-soul; and-in what ways." (~) ~
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~ (~) It-was in the-spring time-of our-love-as I remember, it was the greatest of the many...

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III.
Another week had passed with little change,
when Meredith came up and said to him:
“I would like to get out of town for a bit,
let’s go...

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Ruing the emotionally prosperous papa razz zee life I did not live

The following poetic account 
written more'n a dozen dirty dancing decades ago, 
while I...

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She lives in the desert
with skin the color of sandstone
and the texture of an orange.
She’s a man’s man if you ever saw one.
Her carbine seems...

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I was planning on going to Azania to die like you
No one would transport me
Away from the rhetoric, and Fidel left before 
I knew. So...

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Arduous agonizing affliction
doth unrelentingly assail...
aghast to exhale lest...lose
desperate clinging clutch
held by bloodied cracked fingernail
phantasmagoric tendrils constrict

stoppering me to whisper or wail
yawning abyss menacingly beseeches
hmm...release could...

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The police are everywhere
And barracks are empty, 
I see military fatigue, locusts
I see firearms that can make the devil blush
I see the MK 18 mod...

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