Best Crossbow Poems

Don't cross swords with A Poet Destroyer,
pretentious jousts really do annoy her
Her weapon of choice: a crossbow or a saber
she'll Cupid your mind, turn your rhymes to confetti paper


Dedicated to Poet Destroyer for being the first one to welcome the Romantic Warrior to the Poetry...

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These Limericks were written after playing a card game called Poo Pocalypse... don't ask or I'll blame it on Jan...lol


History recorded leaders in wars
Great men and women: their whys and wherefores
Napolean Bona-fart
A short French dude, a sweet tart
Whose stinky stench exuded from his pores

A female...

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A horse!  A horse!  My kingdom for a horse!

Wast penned by The Bard of Avon of course!

Richard's steed Surrey lay dead

Slain by a crossbow 'tis said

Dick pled for another 'til he was hoarse!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved

(Not for the...

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Fox in the hen house.


There is a farmer, a good man, his name is Jahn. 
He raises livestock chickens, pigs, cows of all sorts and 
of course sheep and goats in many varieties, 
as he is not partial. 

He loves all of his animals dearly...

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The ex Soldier An Allegory


A foul furtive fellow,

came a knocking at Joe's door,

what doth thou want,

thou craven knave,

Speak up else I put thee in thy grave,


I mean no harm my master

The ill looking creature moaned

I ask for but a bite of bread

and he turned away...

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The keys rattled gently in his pocket.
Gradual jumps like the ocean,
Peaking with every heart
Or every step.
The music was in sleep
Allowing silence for thought
To contemplate on the sun,
Of this clean, clear October.

He sunk his eyes into the core
Of pale and fresh above,
Ember, his numbed head rocked...

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Have I ever told you?
I was smitten with you then 
when we first met.
A quiver ran down my body
by your single look.
Your fine archery
couldn't have missed the shot
as your crossbow-eyes 
aimed at me
and your piercing sight 
like an arrow wounded my heart
with venom of your...

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Pursuit for elusive prey
teases yours truly
into treacherous catacombs
dangerous mentally
challenging pitfalls,

sets small hairs of back
on camp creeks edge
of night, where dark shadows
evoke outer limits
of twilight zone

prompting me constantly questioning
purposefulness, qua hair raising pursuit
embarking these modern roman times
all for naught,
nonetheless I chide self

failing to heed
emotional, mental, psychological...fallout
in...

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The Maid of New Orleans


A teenage cow girl who couldn’t write
Was told by God to front the fight
the hundred Year War against the French
And cut her hair in trendy wedge
Six centuries later it became the rage

She donned male clothes to further enrage
Raising a flag along...

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With accurate placement
aim and precision
take your pick
an advanced weapon system
a marksman
staring down
keeps his eye 
on the target
judging distance
will take his shot

The ultimate assassin
for two lovers touch
with a bipod arrangement
is accurate as such
holding aim
sweetly releasing
from the chambers
firing emotions


The L115
will do the trick
the poms little boy
the lovers...

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Stained Glass Scarlet, Scarlet Fasinera  . . .  a fictional character
          a vigilante haunting the streets of the Bronx
            with a mission to...

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Twas the night of the Ladies League Final and the atmosphere was tense
Only two teams were competing, no loyalties allowed on the fence
There could only be one winner, the team with strongest will
And if you lost you were losers, and losing meant you were swill!

The...

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I can't
Now that that name 
Has dominated my life,
An evensong with
Everlasting lyric
That at times when I may
Be still
I can recite through memory.
It is yet still new to me.
So many are the fresh syllables
That lay undiscovered and foreign
In the pit of my mouth.
So strange that I...

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Here's the story of Hansel and Gretel
But, again, not like they said
Their's was way too humdrum
So, here's my version, instead

First, their father wasn't a woodcutter
He worked at the laundromat
He took quarters from the scrub boards
To make change and things like that

Hansel and Gretel weren't children
They...

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This is the tale of young Polkahontus.
She lives in the forest; her aim is to taunt us.
The squeezebox is ancient; it’s lacquered and red;
she communes with the spirits and plays for the dead.

She gives the accordion a little squeeze;
the raspy sound out of it’s more...

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