Best Gunshot Poems
Caged up in the brain’s shackles of lust and lies
Rags of despair disillusion and utter reformed thoughts hang
Puddles of thick perverse actions gather and stain crimson
For he is a mirage of false hope cascading over your senses
Then final reiteration of the branded instant’s ultimate sound.
Gunshot Saguaro
Long spines. Waxy skin.
Wounds within your flesh abide.
Tall. Distinguished. Dried.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
December 6, 2009
My name is anthony gonsalves,
Me duniya me akela hun alone.
Grandfather played the tin whistle
with Paddy on his knee
for his grandson he played
songs of Ireland
songs that will live on
on Paddy’s tenth birthday
Grandfather gave him his own to play
Paddy took to it like a duck to water
soon learned from his Grandfather
songs of Ireland
songs that will live on
every school function when Paddy was there
sweet songs filled the evening air
Paddy played loud and
Paddy played strong
songs of Ireland
songs that will live on
Paddy joined the army on his birthday
eighteen years and shipped away
he took his tin whistle and he played
marching songs
songs of Ireland
songs that will live on
the Sergeant said one day
you could hear Paddy’s tin whistle
a gunshot away
when we go to the front lines
you must not play
Paddy played his tin whistle
on leave to entertain troops
new found friends and
new found love
he played
songs of Ireland
songs that will live on
his company took a hill one day
in the middle of a fight
was surrounded at the base
late into the night
Paddy heard the Major say
get your tin whistle
I need you to play
the radio is gone and
a planned air strike for this hill is on
Paddy get your tin whistle and play
and a hundred and fifty men will pray
they hear it a gunshot away
Paddy got his tin whistle and
climbed the tallest tree
he wanted the sound to carry
it was not a good place to be
he played all night with all his might
songs of Ireland
songs that will live on
when the air strike time had come and gone
a soldier was sent to get him down
but a sniper had found him first
a flag draped end to a man
and as he was lowered into his land
you could hear
a hundred and fifty tin whistles play
songs of Ireland
songs that will live on
love made a son far away and
he was given his father’s name
his grandfather brought him home and
arranged for his stay
gave his grandson a tin whistle
on his tenth birthday
Paddy took to it like a duck to water
he learned to play songs of his great grandfather
songs of Ireland
songs that will live on
Abu ge chalain sair karnay??
Sidhi tarah dus goli ya teka?
Aik Do2 Teen Chaar,
Ham ko howa pyaar.
Mein bay sharm aur bay gairat sahi,
Magar teri tarah gunda badmash nahi.
I am your cinderella make me your bride,
Give me shelter I have no place to hide..
Cinderella kisi or ki dulhan na ban jana..
Forgiveness is hard,
Murder is Easy fire.
Note.This is Pakistan.
String of muffled gunshot let a mute howl be heard in the throat of heaven,
Sound of thunder hope with fear of death merry black white,
My sigh far away lost forgotten by death that keeps it alive forever,
Obsession crooked and alive atrocious ferocious precocious gentle as a velvet knife.
With a face of fear of life to leave as inheritance the forgetting of love,
Silent speech and an atheist holy idea an immortal woman dying eternally,
To descend from the sea into the depth of heights ample décor modest grandiose,
Comfortable unbegun end anode of longing of dying living in the agony of birth.
Come again suddenly my love from girlish love old young,
With kisses immaculate dirty hearth youth without old age aged,
And a death without whispers screaming silences always the same she ever-changing,
Yes your friend my bitterness sweet IT woman of chocolate bitter as honey.
The shot string sings death the deaf howl of life being born dying,
The thunder of desperate hope ignites my fear with the light of merry darkness,
My sigh near distant is lost found by living death that kills me,
The straight crooked obsession lives atrocious gentle ferocious tender precocious old.
The face of my feline puppy looks at me with courageous fear of dead life,
My lost inheritance is hated love mute speech faithful atheist idea,
The immortal woman falls into death from the heavenly sea of bare earth,
The past future unfolds in narrow ample décors in painful comfort.
My unbegun end continues to stop in the cathodic anode of longing,
I die living in the ephemeral immortality of the eternal moment that births me into death,
Come suddenly slowly my urgent slow love from the hated love of girl,
With your immaculate soiled kisses cold warm hearth secular eternal youth.
Death without whispers screams its silence always the same different perpetually new,
Your strange friend my bitter sweetness the IT woman of digital carnal chocolate,
My shot string sings the deaf howl of our dead living love,
In the silent thunder of desperate hope with happy fear of immortal life.
Tun nay haq mehar dena ya nahi?
Mein teray khilaf qarwai karun ga.
Note.Kharcha pani kon day ga ict?
I am in love I am in craze,
I am virgin I am angraiz..
Sain Sain Sain,
Pen na yawaien.
I am genuine & original sample,
I am the most significant temple.
Zafar Khan nay kon sa mujh say ghar kay jalay otarwanay hain,
Ye to meri shalwar otar kar mera post mortem karwana chahata.
Note.Zafar Khan Supari Killer wants me dead at any cost goliyan.