Best Gatling Poems
In the heart of my heart
I cry for you
in the harbor of my despair
I feel your emptiness
a land once yours was lost
stolen by men whose hearts were cold
and whose greed and hate knew no bounds
Prisoners on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation
where nothing lived
only impoverished people
Once proud warriors who traveled the plains
moving with the winds of freedom
whose tears have fallen upon sacred ground
to be swallowed by the Earth
stripped of your pride
stripped of your guns
A people lost in the wicked transition of time
kept like cattle, treated like dogs
Lonely the empty eyes of the Lakota
when the looked towards the sun
on a Winter December morning
seeing soldiers approaching
in the dim lit shade of sunrise
heavily armed on horseback
dragging four Hotchkiss guns
bringing death to two hundred and fifty
unarmed Lakota men women and children
on the frozen creek bed at Wounded Knee
where cruelity brought its bloody coat from Hell
When it was over vultures picked at the frozen flesh
left to rot in the cold like so much garbage
Twenty soldiers received the medal of honor
for duty above and beyond
for this massacre of innocence
Wounded Knee Massacre
December 29 1890
South Dakota
250 Lakota Souix massacred
by the 7th Calvery
Hotchkiss gun-gatling gun
9/19/20 contest A Historic Event
Categories:
gatling, betrayal, conflict, death, native
Form:
Free verse
I am me, I am everyone,
I am no one,
a chameleon without
a color.
I have no history,
I am everyone's history.
I see Rasta man and
I AM Rasta man
vibrating to a reggae beat,
moving past tin roof shacks,
moving through a sunlit world,
more than happy to leave
my own.
Suddenly I am pulled
to rolling plains
and a sweet water river.
Out alone, there comes a vision,
a people stranded
in a winter nightmare of,
Gatling guns and frozen leaders.
The steady drums fade
into celestial drums and clashing cymbals,
a dragon dancing, families strong
and celebrating. While in a prison
far away women are forced fed
for defying an archaic system and win.
Suddenly it is 1943 and here
is where I want to be,
on Central Ave in L.A.,
in late night sessions with
Nat, and T-Bone and Charles Brown.
My chameleon soul
keeps turning me around
and taking me to sights and sound
that I cannot claim
to be my own.
I am me, I am every one,
I am no one.
Categories:
gatling, allusion,
Form:
Free verse
Found the G.E.C.K and a genius super mutant named Fawkes
It's the lone wanderer, were their truly any doubts
On his way back, the enclave stun him cold
It's the lone wanderer, they must truly be bold
He wakes up to the face of the man that murdered his father and his dream
The lone wanders promises to severe the head from this fiend
They made a mistake and set him free
He lets off some steam and goes on a killing spree
Hoping to find the fiend, instead he finds a computer
It claimed to be president Eden, the leader of the future
The lone wanderer couldn't believe the stupidity
It gave him the F.E.V virus and claimed it was the best for humanity
The lone wanderer then remembers he found a self-destruct code
He told president Eden he was a whole
Laughing while he activates It's self-destruct mode
Running and gunning to his P.I.P boy radio
Listening to 'Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy' to fit the scenario
Turning Enclave soldiers into mashed potatoes
By the time he escaped the count down hit zero,
The lone wanderer stood in the background looking like a hero
Reunited with the genius super mutant Fawkes
They now have matching toys to take back to the house
Deciding to stick together for a noble cause,
They return to the Citadel after unloading a few hundred shots
The Brother Hood Of Steel commended them and gave them a round of applause
Time now to suit up and release a giant robot
'Now we take back the purifier!', Cried Sarah Lyons
'Take everything you can because only Enclave shall be dying'
The lone wanderer refuses their power armor and instead pulls out his Gatling gun
Him and Fawkes bump guns and are already for some fun
They rush through the gate behind the giant robot shooting a vertibird out of the sky
Running through the carnage seeing Talon mercs pass by
Barging through the front door of Jefferson's memorial
Spraying Enclave soldiers in a effortless tutorial
Beams from vengeance making clean incisions
Rapid is its fire with precise precision
Even if the lone wanderer had no vision
Fawkes and him could easily wipe out colonel Autumn's entire division
Now approaches colonel Autumn's final hour,
Without hesitation the lone wanderer draws his sword with power
Striking colonel Autumn dead and sour
Before his head rolls into the water,
The lone wanderer convinces Fawkes to play a little soccer
Categories:
gatling, hero, imagination, , memorial,
Form:
Rhyme
If I had lived yesterday
in that chaotic world echoing
of Gatling guns shots and canon blasts,
I would have made a difference:
hate and prejudice would have not prevailed,
and power wouldn't have been abused;
from History's records, we know that even
when Jesus lived it wasn't that peaceful!
During the American Civil war,
Northerners fought Southerners...
did they hear Scarlet's desperation,
or the moaning of her loss as war went on?
And for sometime, it had become
a modus vivendi she couldn't change.
Let's return to the stark reality of the present:
have we noted some drastic changes
in Government and social behavior?
Yes, it has given us more liberty,
but another war has shattered many hopes
of ever seeing peace as blood continues to be shed...
while nations arm themselves to their teeth!
How can we welcome those winds of change and feel safe,
if we tell our children that danger still exists?
And has society been kinder and more caring?
Obscenity, teen sex, violence, greed, vulgarity
and exploited sexuality are being condoned by many;
we wouldn't be that cool if we didn't use obscene words,
and worst of all, we are called hermits or asexual
if we abstain from sex to prevent those sexual diseases!
Is this rebellion, or a trend of the new generation?
Having unprotected sex, making babies,
laying the burden on their Government that's fighting
a terrorist war? Do we seen any future
for these lost kids who imitate the habits of their parents?
Blame them? Ah! Lots of things would be changed,
if they turned to God and ask for His guidance!
And to end my visceral narrative, I shamefully confess,
" I hate to live in this loathsome age of greed!"
Categories:
gatling, confusion, death, family, fear,
Form:
Narrative
Congressman and senators forewent
all manner of civility, fidelity and integrity wii
hull ding broadswords, derringers
and firearms as all hell broke loose as testimony
to the dire prognostication foretold
more than saber rattling and Gatling guns que
kind from lambastes, fisticuffs
and brickbats ratcheted up as agents provocateurs nee
said obedience to semper fidelis credo, coda and cock knee
stance when dire straits called for restraint
against excess versus raising cane old hickory
i.e. Andrew Jackson latched onto when opposing with energy
and verve espoused by fellow delegates, and his hologram ghost bloody
from battle scars outside and/or inside
the halls of government where blows bashed
dovetailed elected legislators to officiate
as angry birds viz brouhaha clashed
Federalist against their nemesis
of the twenty first century
during the term of Donald Trump
who throve on the cutthroat frenzied
internecine lawlessness dashed
to and fro, hither and yon any hope for civilians to escape bloodshed
spilled from without vaunted halls of justice,
the approach of doomsday
writ large as anarchy and mayhem flashed
with uproarious coup d’etat,
when Democrats outliers gnashed
teeth, and nonestablishmentarian outlaws
pistol whipped and hashed
tagged traitors who roared America
went bankrupt at sold at fire sale price slashed
when Donald Trump ran the country
into the ground evidenced by Molotov Cocktails residue
in concert with the sulfuric odor of hand grenades trashed
Categories:
gatling, crush, grave, hate, history,
Form:
It's good to be modern, don't you think?
Bowling alley, skating rink.
If we moderns want a swim,
we drive our cars down to the gym.
We've mastered plastics, studied steel,
no fears about tomorrow's meal:
our meat is packed, our fruit is tinned,
our ships can move without the wind!
But, seeking boons beyond all these,
we want to grab some colonies.
You know the kind of thing we mean --
the sea is blue, the forest green,
they pick wild fruit, bask in the sun,
they've never seen a gatling gun,
and when we show up with our forces,
we'll help ourselves to their resources.
We'll load the booty on our ship,
and sail away (and pay them zip) --
back to the belching chimney stacks
of Huddersfield or Halifax,
and "manufacture" something new
(the chocolate egg, the high-heel shoe)
then ship it back to Paradise,
and make them buy it. We win twice!
But 1860 -- what a shock!
Three new kids show up on the block,
see Martinique and Mandalay --
and say, "hey guys, we wanna play!"
The Slant-Eyes, Eyeties and the Hermans
(the Japanese, Italians, Germans)
can now boast countries of their own,
and want to join the Modern Zone.
But Britain and France (and here's the rub!)
are running an exclusive club.
They won't allow the new boys in.
So sit back, watch the war begin!
Categories:
gatling, satire,
Form:
Couplet
Congressman and senators forewent
all manner of civility, fidelity and integrity wii
hull ding broadswords, derringers
and exhibiting the right to bare firearms
as all hell broke loose as testimony
to the dire prognostication foretold
more than saber rattling and Gatling guns que
kind from lambastes, fisticuffs
and brickbats ratcheted up as agents provocateurs nee
said obedience to semper fidelis credo, coda and cock knee
stance when dire straits called for restraint
against excess versus raising cane old hickory
i.e. Andrew Jackson latched onto when opposing with energy
plus verve espoused by fellow delegates,
and his hologram ghost bloody
from battle scars outside and/or inside
the halls of government where blows bashed
dovetailed elected legislators to officiate
as angry birds viz brouhaha clashed
Federalist against their nemesis
of the twenty first century
during the term of Donald Trump
who throve on the cutthroat frenzied
internecine lawlessness dashed
to and fro, hither and yon
any hopelessness for civilians to escape bloodshed
spilled from without vaunted halls of justice,
the approach of doomsday
writ large as anarchy and mayhem flashed
with uproarious coup d’etat,
Categories:
gatling, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
A gallowed dawn
Where hope was hung
A siren wails
A gatling gun
A spinaker sails to fetch her son
Broken film from a movie screen
Saves my ass but burns my queen
Love found me unworthy
Poverty bought me some sin
Honour caught me hiding in a bin
So I flee to your embrace
Your eyes your face-where
There is a river there
Categories:
gatling, lost love, missing you,
Form:
Free verse
Something goes wrong with the purifier
Someone must go on and activate the code
But whosoever risks deadly levels of radiation exposure
Fawkes volunteers, after all he is a super mutant, what should he fear?
The purifier sparks, creating a radioactive explosion
Two weeks later the lone wanderer awakes with nothing broken
He finds Fawkes raiding the nuka cola vendors
The lone wanderer limps feeling tender
He says to Fawkes 'I need a vacation'
Fawkes laughs and says 'Be Patient'
The lone wanderer asks why and Fawkes responds 'Because we've nearly stopped the Enclave Invasion'
He laughs and grabs his sword, gatling, and magnum
Fawkes tosses him a Nuka cola quantum
The lone wander chug it down, tipping up the bottom
Categories:
gatling, hero,
Form:
Rhyme
Our sons play trumpet, saxophone,
the piccolo and bass trombone.
Horns blast and blare like Gatling guns;
a sound-proof basement makes it fun.
Horns blast and blare
Horns blast and blare
from morn till night without the sun.
And when the band performs to task
some parent never fails to ask
How do you stand the ballyhoo -
of practice sessions – how do you...
How do you stand?
How do you stand?
Acoustic secret called Green Glue.
written July 3, 2014, which is my birthday
entered in Laura Loo's Poem Written on Your Birthday contest
a form called brain strain refrain created by Allen Emery,
specs can be found at:
http://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/?p=2263
Categories:
gatling, brother, music,
Form:
Rhyme
When I came home
I understood
that nothing could be the same
I’d never perceive
the world like you
after the horrors--- that I'd seen
I can hear
the roaring thunder
bombs--- exploding on the deck
phoenix
sparrow
sidewinder rockets
scaring more--- than just the ship
the sound of friendly fire
burping out random death
aTomcats Gatling gun---
spews bullets across the deck
acidic smoke
from burning bodies
the smell--- of human flesh
blown out chest
severed limbs
trialed through--- entangled organs
and decapitated bodies
who's eyes no longer see
for the lingering dead
neither friend or foe
I vomit out--- sanity
for night gives birth
to mental demons
my days--- are haunted memories
they shipped me home
but I’m just a token
not the man I used to be
The photo which accompanies this poem is a copy of a military photo taken the night of the accident..
Categories:
gatling, death, military, war,
Form:
Free verse
Gamesomeness goads gawky, gingerly,
goofily graceful, grandiloquent gent, gallant,
genteel, geico, guppy gecko, gabbling gaffes,
gagging, gamboling, gestating, gesticulating,
garlic, gnashing, gobbling, gyrating,
gruesomely grinning, grappling, gnomadic
giggly, grubby, gastrointestinally grumpy
gewgaw gazing guy, geographically germane,
gungho, grave gremlin, grumbling, guiding,
guaranteeing, guerilla gripped gatling guns
ginning gumpshun.
Hello! Herewith halfway harmless hazmat,
haphazard haggard, hectored, hastily,
hurriedly, harriedly hammered, handsomely
hackneyed, heady, hellbent hillbilly, hirsute,
hidden hippie, huffy humanoid, hexed, heady,
Hellenistic, holistic, hermetic, hedonistic
heterosexual *****sapiens historical heirloom,
homeless, hopeful, holy, hee haw heretical hobo.
Indefatigable, iconographic, iconic, idealistic,
idyllic, inimitable, idiosyncratic, ineffable,
irreverently issuing idiotic, indifferent, inert,
ineffectual, ingeniously iniquitous, immaterial,
insignificant, indubitable, inexplicable, ignoble
itches, ineffectually illustriously illuminating
immovable infused ichthyosaurus implanted
inside igneous intrusions immensely
imperturbable improbable.
Categories:
gatling, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Alliteration
Another day yet another mass slaying
Mental health cannot be fully blamed
Even politicians must accept some blame
Rights to defend it maybe constitutionally
In wild west how many carried gatling guns
Challenging to duel settled most disputes
Ask yourself where is defence in slaying
Categories:
gatling, america, death, evil, grave,
Form:
Acrostic
Photos
The larger than life SAS patrol saw the explosions.
They danced and flickered and sang like a drum.
Then silence.
They know we're here.
Later, the SF men came across their enemy.
A thousand angry ragged heads.
All lined up and armed for suicide.
The SAS get captured!
World's best captured by muzzahs.
Lined up themselves, a speech is given.
Muzzah leader goes on about Allah and all.
Trooper Captain has a plan: a mad one.
A roll call will be made.
When Rollbottom's name is called, it's time.
He'll drop his trousers and moon his butt!
It'll be cold as they're so high up.
It begins.
Rollbottom?
Here Sir.
He got his chance to shine.
No longer a tour guide for no one but me.
Make us proud, friend.
Moons his butt and dances...
Later. The captured muzzahs, one thousand of them, are stressed.
In an American Gitmo stress position.
There's no escape!
Some do try in a French built Russian 'tank'.
It slides on the ice.
Tumbles off the edge of the mountain.
It's a four mile almost vertical drop to the bottom.
All eyes see the APC fall, becoming smaller.
It bounces a couple of times off cliffs.
Only stopping at the very bottom.
No fire but distant clangs.
No more escapes!
Over the edge with most of their arms.
Later. The SAS mission continues.
GIRLS, GUITARS, GATLING GUNS
Jimmy Boom Semtex
Categories:
gatling, conflict, military, soldier, surreal,
Form:
Verse
3rd Poem
This is for you
Dear human being
Cos we don't like
One another not one bit
Read and enjoy
You forgetful cad.
GIRLS, GUITARS, GATLING GUNS
Jimmy Boom Semtex
Categories:
gatling, conflict, satire, strength,
Form:
Free verse