Best Gun Barrel Poems
Atmospheric grayscale mirrors my mood
where rainbow pastels are loath to intrude,
monochrome perverse looms ‘cross universe -
black powder train, mind is gun barrel gray
cold dispassionate muzzle of dismay.
My happiness; my death will reimburse -
lifeblood bleeds an anemic attitude.
Susan Ashley
November 17, 2018
Faraway magic sparks inside distant dreams awaken tears
spells under a smiling moon casting shadows out howls lonely
within deep soft moving feelings lights all candles in four chambers bright
Silver whispers one lone wolf cries princess moonlighting ball faraway dance
flying on wings across many oceans sweet warmly beams kiss beat stop
Crystal reflections breaking thought vision shatter mirror apex
Over snow mountain under a white blanket hidden inside cold turkey trembles
howls deep chilling winds covered in grey cloud capped silver to gun barrel grey
Striking hot air parting with a bolt lightening strikes the deepest cord
Gasping blows out in waves breathless crashing the highest notes holding
the deepest key reality rippling currents sparking drumbeats skip faster sparks
Growling grumbles to the Heaven's roar almighty bang ignite
Fading away into mountain echoes into a town called Sunday cross an honor
Exquisite faraway beauty you stand out one flower among'st roses brightly
dazzle crowning blossoms stargazing lights up the dark Trawbega bay shore
Amazing colors adorable star spangling treasures gift pure to kiss holding hands
shading from the heart's desire misting dream of dreams promise wish
rainbows sweeping within deep mysterious beauty in your eyes awestruck
Melt with me into the shadows of another world floating mystery
Jewels of the Nile drifting deeply over ocean sands warmly embraced
in one treasure holding vision paradise queen swept away beautiful valentine
unrhymed terset
A silver shawl hangs heavy over the mountain
sky grey clouds shooting gun barrel smoke hiding sunlight
Looking out towards the ocean dreaming in wild north Atlantic waves
tides turn a little lamb suffering in the spring crouched cold
We all see visions of injustices flash before our eyes turn
for which no one is held responsible the standing joke of our century
So many people turn a blind eye as their souls have already been bought
children of this world have suffered at the hands of tyrant slave masters
Born free without chains attached what gives any race the God given right
killing innocent women and children destroying families unjust actions
Some of us on this planet are sick with an untrustworthy state of affairs
listening to what these monstrous brutes get away with
In the name of peace not twisted truths building bridges instead of walls
who ever sells arms are terrorists against the living
Democracy has no grounds only love the suffering because
behind the mask many in this world condemn us
Branded from birth marked as slaves unto a system each of us a number
piercing bullets flash before the eyes redemption knowing whats true
Tasting delights softly captured
in a keyhole of thoughts
warmly smiling
radiates within one porthole
Outside the mind
opening this heart sweetly yawning
twilight dawning .
Clouds shades red blushing desire
fading to amber
going further out from the sun
turning shades
from gun barrel grey to black
setting our scene.
kissing outside in
thinking of your beauty love
Licking deeply tongues on fire
warm fluttering rays
hotly kissing each beat
burning passion erupting inside desires.
He pours through my soul, like silky hot chocolate; I dream of loving smiles and a golden heart. A guardian spirit whose voice I’ve heard only once. You kept me safe as I trembled, looking down that gun barrel and told me things would be fine if I didn’t move. No child should be a bullets victim and you interceded; kept that demon brat’s finger and the trigger. Now I see you in dreams or a fleeting glance in a corner of my eye; you’re always there; the granddad I never had a chance to know, in this life.
Spirits ride the winds;
Soft etheric caress is
A spirit’s embrace.
"Night Flight"
the sky is
an open eye
blue as the
Orpheus ocean
clear in the
shallows' grit
naivety irritates it
birthing hard gems
it calls in
from beneath
the undertow
a new dawn
Morpheus deep
bipolar colours
unrecognisable
hues and tones
true tides
swiftly turn and
show themselves
for what they are
fair weather
in dark and light
there are monsters
always somewhere
casting their rods
fishing
for ulterior victory
displeased,
viscerally calm
hear their believable
impassioned pleas for peace
bought for the price
of freedom
there is no need
to bargain for bait
the fish swim to the hook
like well rehearsed sheep
the sky like a hawk watching
grey and heavy hooded
removed from it all
ghostly like a ghost
still and unobserved
watching, waiting
for humanity to call
the most feared
and loved,
in us all
it watches
day and night
it watches
us all
acknowledging
our slow fall
watching sad warriors
waiting
like sitting ducks
for the perfect storm
to close the call
to close
its eyelids
once and for all
the sky watches
it watches us all
it dreams of peace
to sleep without
the heart loaded
as a broken weapon
trigger ready, deadly
the calibre
of man,
well oiled
their noise is
desultory
no function
no form
but they are trigger ready
deadly, the calibre of man
well oiled
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Nite Flights"/Bowie
https://youtu.be/xeGs4yJrZVY
"There's no hold
The moving has come through
The danger brushing you
Turns its face into the heat and runs the tunnels
It's so cold
The dark dug up by dogs"
CLOSE THE SKY/Ukraine
https://www.openpetition.eu/petition/online/people-around-the-world-ask-nato-to-close-the-airspace-over-ukraine
calibre, noun
1.
the quality of someone's character or the level of their ability.
2.
the internal diameter or bore of a gun barrel.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orpheus
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morpheus
LYRICS/ "Night Flights", Bowie
https://genius.com/David-bowie-nite-flights-lyrics
The mountain is covered in a dense falling fog
gun barrel grey clouds shading out, unto silver
changing outwards orange to soft peach
Gracing the sun setting sky warm thoughts
Runaway dream hums, within birds singing gently
almost a magic spell sings, in one background choir
Enchanting the breeze on a cold tune
blue blowing wind on a November
Evening has broken soft brushing across the brow
a dream beauty touching, deep feelings holding hands
Silver treasure lining clouds, I want
to bathe inside your crowning desires
Oh you're the angel who takes me out, from darkness
dazzling me in light of your sun, shining smiles bright
Crying around the valley howling, a wolf sad
sweet humming tunes, gentle soft, whispers to a dream
I wrote this 12/12/9/9 ending last on the 12 note
Mosquito Bat
Peering closely, I sought to quickly skim through the online latest news …
True to form, I am a stickler for keeping up with the latest happening news…
Given this internet age and its borderless media reach, there’s always something…
So much to read, so much to keep up to date, just so one’ll be a better man for reading…
Then it happened, even as I was about to scroll the displayed page with the mouse button..
There came a familiar high pitched whine, softly at first but intensifying as its source approaches…
Christ! A blasted mosquito, high tailing in my direction, to my right pinky ear, to be precise…
I froze all motion, rolled and strained my eyeball to squint out of the corner of my right eye…
I saw, at the periphery of my field of vision, the fast approaching obnoxious blood sucker…
Silvery wings furiously beating as it made a bee line to my ear, a beacon for a typical bloody dinner…
Cautiously yet sparing no delay, I reached out for my trusty rechargeable electric mosquito bat…
The offending insect was just about to land, circling in ever tightening circles as I grasped my bat…
Bat upraised in hand, I did a quick head swivel , the dastardly insect was now plain in my sight …
Ah ha, now you are my victim, you stupid little insect! I gloated inwardly as I eyeballed the insect..
Dinner lost, the sudden shift in air movement must have warned this bloodthirsty sucker…
There was a quick change in its flight pattern, it tried to fly out of my vision, tried to flee from danger …
Here, eat this, you bloody miserable ungodly insect! Unhurriedly, almost leisurely, I waved my bat…
Right across the flying path of the fleeing little insect, there was no escape for such was its fate…
A sharp crackle and a quick spark of light, the poor mosquito was no more, no longer in sight…
A plume of whitish smoke, an acrid smell of burnt organic material, yup it was no more alright…
Mentally, I blew across the end of my smoking gun barrel like any swashbuckling vigilante..
Gee, what a lethal combination, me and this rechargeable electric mosquito bat each day…
Got to get a spare, just in case, like my daddy used to say, get ready for a rainy day…
An electric mosquito bat, dear readers, it is a must- have gadget to get, to keep up to date........
You’re my Dad that proudly introduced me to the race cars and sports, from spark plugs & curve balls to the other manly cool sorts!
You’re my Father that explored with me the adventures of hunting and fishing, from staring down the gun barrel and watching the line & wishing!
You’re my Mentor that taught me the hard work of laying the ceramic tile, along with constructive criticism and sometimes keeping your smile!
You’re my Friend that always delivers compassion and sincere love, and you understand what it means from our “God” up from above!
You are a Christian that knows the true meaning from wrong versus right, because I have witnessed you kneel down and silently pray in clear sight!
You are a Man with honesty and of integrity at its very best, knowing you don’t have to prove a single thing for anyone or all the rest!
You always Gave me purpose with knowing the right direction, and yes it came with my hard earned mistakes and sometimes with your correction!
You always Gave me unconditional love and many well deserved lessons, along with a new left-handed baseball glove and all of your blessings!
You always Gave me lots of joys and my two wonderful sisters, along with lots of toys and the meaning of hard work that came with some blisters!
You May Be Known as Father or Dad and maybe even sometimes as Pop, but always remember, my devotion and love for you will never ever stop!
Happy Father’s Day
American Daughters of the Civil War Revolution
are so madly in love with their Bluish-Gray metal sons
Incestuous desires borne of slave tax oppression
Give to Caesar whatever tribute he crown heavy lay on you,
feed three-fifth portions to the hungry publican lions
Let the Den Mother Lying famine devour your children too
Cannibalize every ink spot known self-evident truth,
marginalize any constitutional chains inhibiting your ravenous lust
Another seething pot of baby bones is the Baal proof
Give to Pharaoh whatever gut pyramid schemes he Isis dream,
feed you quarterly lies from the war widow collection plate
The Wall Street church in tea need of another gun barrel beam
Amerikan Sons of the Ruble Con Bolshevik Revolution,
so gluttonly love their daughters’ leather fetish for the holster
Homicidal desires borne of suicidal plantation depression
As the moon smiles upside down her face
turning on the box so to speak ill news
All one hears the devil's hate
wars and killings
Then switching of the poison
finding such pure peace
birds of all song singing in the air their magic gracing tunes
Alone listening to the wind speaking sweet whispers enchanting
sitting upon the steps patting the dogs head
watching the breeze licking the reeds swaying in a dance
I get up taking old faithful with me for a walk smiling
touched by the sun shine warmth within
Him with is nose regally flying gliding his each step
dancing on each current of a breeze celestial
such a moment holds spirit of purity
Dazzling to the inner vision smiles
Sitting down legs dangling over a brook bed
listening to the stream alive talking deeply
deep murmurs echo as I lay back
to feel the water pulse moving breathtaking energy
The shades of leaves shading yellow green
to crusting golden
Clouds shades of white pearl
silver coating out to gun barrel grey
crows cawing over head
The mountain breezes breathing in
pure unpolluted breathes out pure
Easy Elimination of Stupid People Part Three
By Elton Camp
Warnings show how stupid folks can be
As promised, here you have part three
Hershey’s Almond Bar wants you to face:
“Warning, of nuts this may have a trace”
A can of air freshener does tell:
“For use only by trained personnel”
A rat poison is trying to be nice:
“Has caused cancer in lab mice”
In case it is bought by dumb lug:
“Don’t use Silly Putty as ear plug”
Found on a can of deodorant spray:
“Do not use intimately,” it does say
On cough medicine for a kid:
“Don’t drive a car,” it does bid
Found on a package of dice:
“Human consumption isn’t nice”
On a shipment of hammers hollowed:
“May be harmful if swallowed”
On a gun barrel so there’s no excuse:
“Injury or death may come from misuse”
A thermometer makes it exceedingly clear:
After rectal use, to mouth don’t come near”
Fruit Roll-Up warning can’t be beat:
“Remove the plastic before you eat”
On a toilet brush this is seen:
“Do not use for personal hygiene”
Although paraphrased just a bit
Producers, these warnings see fit
zealotry yawping within un
pretentious sporty, quirky,
oddly, manly, kooky, impisly, gummy,
edgy, dorky, cocky, belly airs
to disseminate, a quick
literary flourishing brushstroke
no on nest to dog lie 'n, tie gears
(tigers) boot this chap bears,
who copped, dropped,
plopped out of college devoid of any careers,
and wandered the globe after
searching classifieds for reign leaderless deers
this buck rogers wannabe could be doe ting,
and assist sleigh get off the ground
on account of his Dumbo ears,
despite abomination, hesitation, and trepidation
to push comfort zone and exposure therapy skyward
in order to over nervousness about being in high places
plus countless other fears,
and an extreme intervention measure considered,
would be brain transplanat with that of another,
whose mental cogs and gears
and a canine like audibility acute as a hares
means to sprint at light speed if senses
being caught in the cross hairs of a gun barrel,
whose fate doomed demise almost insnares,
yet PETA type person would loathe any jeers
if any animal alluded to characterized
heading toward harm
and in reality, this heir,
who favors knitwears
with pink frilly (“I HATE BOYS”) panties,
would put his measly life on the line,
cuz aye believe every creature own right to live,
whether they dwell in damn trees or underground lairs,
oh..., or kept in stable condition
of ca horse hi mean mares
a barn strewn with hay during the day
to fend off pitch black ominous sounds
Equus ferus caballus (Hardy
as a mountain Laurel),
but quite susceptible to nightmares
thus some veteranarians strongly suggest
cloth eye elastic lined ocular shades,
but please make sure Mister Ed,
or his ilk doth newt overhears.
I stand within the village,
the village without a name.
It's proxy without willing,
to give the homeless a place to stay.
Thus unfettered,
...undeterred,
they built a village,
in the woods.
Every existence needs a home,
...yet the unwanted
always struggle.
They claw uphill,
white flag upheld.
The cry for mercy,
always ignored,
taunted,
...at gun barrel;
Humanity's war,
...on the poor.
Who in turn,
...hide in the woods
like animals who were never people.
Humanity denied,
...their crime?
(An empty wallet)
unjustified?
The tears that poverty cries,
...are in turn,
themselves; denied.
Denied a bed,
denied a roof,
denied some warmth,
some clothing;
denied their right to eat,
to live;
who incriminates their kin?
An apple that fell from a tree,
...and landed in the ocean,
finds itself a league away
(floundering)
in wretch and poverty,
...whose mother has forsaken
it's reason for being born.
We find ourselves old,
...and living in a tent
-in the woods
on scraps and charity;
...weathering threats
that we should move,
because we remind them of reality
and the heart's despair that they have lost.
What is humanity's cost?
...if these people are forced to move,
away from a village without a name,
...back into homelessness
they never wanted,
by a culture whose welcome;
...they overstayed.
What price is payed?
I was double aged in a gun barrel
Thirty silver pieces
was gone in sixty trigger seconds
White smoke,
blue flame
Crimson puddles of scarlet pain
Crooked arch shot fear darts
from bent bow lips,
that appeared straight as an arrow
Caged number with a stenciled name —
Patsy poster bounty
always get captured by the con frame
I was of a book ‘em conscript age,
when I got tossed in a revolving chamber
Deaf gavel pound turned the page
Ash pale cloud
poured blue coat rain
Scarlet puddles of crimson pain
Lock ‘em up, again and again ...
Kill ‘em dead
at the first dispatch call chance
Captured pawns playing their collared part
Bent bracelet eyes
get laser love shot straight through the heart
White smoke,
blue flame
Crimson puddles of scarlet pain
I was double aged in a smoking hot barrel
Casket born for rainy days,
moving bravely on the straight and narrow
Target practice doves become chessboard sparrows,
having cell door knight eyes:
Taser death treadmark from a metal horse charging
Coroner number with a morgue name —
Patsy persuaded toe tags
always get buried in a coffin lit frame
White lightning,
asphalt screeching noise ...
blue wails fearfully flail
in thunderclap siren reign
Sending downpour
scarlet puddles of crimson pain