Best Handguns Poems

The Columbia is a smooth beast that has introduced us to a semi tropic clime
that produces a bewildering humidity even for November
and a panoply of...

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A week in Spain, the Pyranees, a picturesque drive
from Barcelona, where I had not thought to become the owner
of sanity once more, there, where the...

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Every 16 hours a woman is shot
by her husband or boyfriend

One American is killed with a gun
every 15 minutes

Over 80 Americans are shot and killed...

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El Condor Pasa means Flight of the Condor
Song preformed by Simon and Garfunkel

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RUSSIAN ROULETTE

Let’s amuse ourselves
playing a novel
diversion
a contested match
relatively brave
perversion

Rules are a painless
tranquil and soothing
excursion
two weapons of fun
comic tragedy
immersion

Loading of handguns
all blanks except one
insertion
metal to the...

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Zeros And Ones

Written By. D. Collins 2/25/16


If we read the language of zeros and ones.
We could plot distance far, beyond the sun.
Each binary digit, which...

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At times I'm a loose cannon
The difference is I use pens while you use handguns
I spray in every direction but I try to be careful...

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Deaths of Two Roanoke Reporters

As we progress along but some times precursor
To things happening and then becoming worser
Again, another bad thing just had been done
Reporter...

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Last Time I was in Paris

Fine rain, open umbrella sit on the balcony of a hotel overlooking 
Haussmann – Saint Lazare.  A throng of...

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Guns, Guns, Who Loves Guns
Oops, We Shot Our Own Loved Ones
Guns, Guns, Tons Of Guns
Shoot You In Your Flabby Buns....

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First off, this is a poem about my feelings about the tragic even that took place in Fort Hood, 
Texas yesterday afternoon. Prepare yourselves. I...

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Repressed, sombre colours
weep a blurry sadness.
Melancholic, metallic hues
bite a frustrated, untouched lip -
silently surrendering
crimson, golden spheres of promise…
They dissolve, shrinking to watery flakes,
melting to a...

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Peace on Earth, Oh, We Will Not Comply
Days of Mirth, No, We Will Not Comply
Raise Our Rifles, Help the People Die
Laws Are Trifles, We Will...

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It was always for the dyeing.
See the amazing 
two headed asexual 
gang of socialite housewives 
revealed on prime time
for their anti-social media 
love for handguns...

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Wads of Bazooka Joe under my seat
     cigarette smoke in the john

   Butting in line for some 'mystery meat'
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