Best Loaded Poems
Stinky-Butt crawls
like a snail and leaves a trail.
My baby brother.
.
I thought you'd be there to the end.
But I guess I better think again.
Then you walked out and left me cold.
I know what it is to be alone.
Everyone's got their price I'm told.
Sold out quick for a little gold.
And you ain't ever coming home.
Feels like I've been playing with a loaded gun
.
Your love is like playing with a loaded gun
If you don't point it won't hurt no one
Don't want it/sure ain't no fun
Never stopping
Always on the run
Loving you is like . . .
Playing with a loaded gun
.
I believed every word you said.
They're still playing over in my head.
You said I was the only one.
But I was playing with a loaded gun.
Your love is like playing with a loaded gun
If you don't point it won't hurt no one
Don't want it/sure ain't no fun
Never stopping
Always on the run
Loving you is like . . .
Playing with a loaded gun
.
Now I'm laying here in the dark
Wondering what became of my heart
I was only a walk on part, in your drama
Hypnotized I can't look away
I still believe everything you say
Falling for all the lies you've spun
Teasing me with a loaded gun
Your love is like playing with a loaded gun
If you don't point it won't hurt no one
Don't want it/sure ain't no fun
Never stopping
Always on the run
Loving you is like . . .
Playing with a loaded gun
I once knew this guy. Fred McBride
Whose wishes were sadly denied
He was wed in the spring
But before he could bring
the needs, of his wife, satisfied !
It's a shame that this groom and his bride
Purchased bedsprings, wrapped, coiled and tied
Big Fred jumping on
Bounced up and was gone !! ...
Through the ceiling, the roof, then outside !!
Poor Fred hit his head, and had died
Leaving gapes in the roof, long and wide
That bed was spring-loaded
The bride soon reloaded
her bed, ...where a roofer resides !!
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For Deb's Contest: Spring Forward
3/2/15
his gun is loaded -
back home on his Facebook page . . .
their numerous taunts
For the A "Gun"-o-ku Poetry Contest of Gwendolen R
Carry me with you
get me out of here
if what you say is true.
Life is so cruel
that I can no longer endure
carry me with you.
I looked like a fool
that need to mature
if what you say is true.
Give me a tool
to make it sure
carry me with you.
I want to be cool
but I feel unsure
if what you say is true.
If life has a rule
and hard to endure
carry me with you
if what you say is true..
Is your mind in the gutter,
full of what you shouldn't utter?
Or perhaps it's your conscience
which eats you alive with slanderous nonsense--
about your ex, matters of sex, or your neighbor's pecs?
Heh-heh, join the club, bub.
You're not going to drown in this tub
--Glub, glub, glub--
You won't necessarily be snubbed
Or flub the proverbial dub.
There is a solution to all this pollution
of your most precious resource,
your mind,
of course.
Just take a deep breath, heave a huge sigh;
Look up at the sky; LOL, "My oh my."
Then flip the switch,
Count your blessings;
That'll get rid of
What is depressing:
Fuming over how much your ex hates you and you her?
--Start counting the days since you had to occupty the same space with her.
Now there, don't you feel better already, your load a bit lighter?
Seething because you haven't had sex since the passing of Tyrannosaurus Rex?
--Start counting all the partners who you avoided who'd have cursed you
with a hex.
Whew! Aren't you happy now that you didn't bite off more than their fair
necks?
Jealous of the shape your neighbor's in? Plotting to undo his diet & do him in?
--Start recalling all the meals you've enjoyed that you've have had to skip:
I'll bet in a minute or two you'll be convinced that life for him is a gyp.
The grass is always greener on the other side:
When we start rolling in the mud, we slip and then slide
into negative thoughts and soul-poisoning contemplation,
at which time what's called for is refreshment and rejuvenation,
starting with a change of the the mind's diaper, to rid it of a load
of toxic pollutants and misdirected fury untold.
April 16, 2018
Four hooves at the ready
one-eyed tall snorting
he one chewed cigar puffing
left on the rope
right wrapped round horse ear
eye to eye staring down
the trailer at once prize and prison
pawing the air no more
carried by an ear into darkness
Old Smoky the victor again
Sunder was loaded.
Previous training
Had me mopping
Croutons in the foreground.
I'd always been
Under or back
And loaded with brushes.
Now my "project-defined"
Had purposely left
My "effects-bank"
With no filename.
Since I to
Had nine options
I selected them all.
It gave me the jiffies
In no time at all.
The series selected
Underscored what was
A housed initial setup.
Mirroring errors
Raised my buttons.
So I reverted for
Your convenience
To edit mode
And performed timed
And highlighted
Entries of change.
I’m just like a loaded gun,
Sitting here and waiting.
Have a look at my hands,
They’re not even shaking.
You try to bring me down,
You tried to hurt my family and friends first.
With all the decisions you can make in life,
That had to be your worst.
I would guess that you don’t understand,
The way that my mind works.
When you go after me rip my heart out fast,
When I go after yours just know it will hurt.
You better think about this for the future,
I’m not the one that you want to test.
It doesn’t matter to me if your guns are loaded,
I will lay them down to finally rest.
Yet before I can give you a second chance,
I want you to know I see your fear is now showing.
I can see so many beads of sweat,
My how your blood must be flowing.
You should know now by looking into my eyes,
Don’t you see how they are changing?
Can’t you realize it’s time to back off now?
It’s you future and present thoughts I’ve slowly been rearranging.
I’m just lie a loaded gun,
Sitting here and waiting.
Have a good look at my hands now,
Can’t you see that their not shaking.
So now you have the knowledge,
Of what wakes me up inside.
Now are you smart enough to walk away,
If not do I have to strip you of your pride.
Walk away why you still can,
All inside me is finished waiting.
Walk while I still give you a chance,
There so much of yours I could be breaking.
loaded shopping cart
takes tour of big city streets
no travel rewards
The Dishwasher’s Loaded
The dishwasher’s loaded,
The plates are all used,
The cups are all dirty and the plates all confused.
My clothes are all ragged,
My shoes scuffed and worn,
I’m in need of no revamp to replace all that’s torn.
The hoover is silent,
The dusters lie crushed,
The paintwork is cleaned and the TV’s been hushed.
My tanks are all empty,
My vehicles SORN’ed,
The MOT’s need update and insurance informed.
My mortgage has run,
My tax is all paid,
My bills have been cleared and ‘For Sale’ signs displayed.
The drawers are all empty,
I was running on fumes,
The past is all gone, each small bit consumed.
You need to reorder,
To restock the shelves,
You need to invest and replenish yourselves.
My race has been run,
My round had been played,
I shot level par and four birdies I made.
No need to cry,
No need to regret,
The world keeps on turning, it does not forget.
©Keith Murphy
Loaded Guns.
.
Windblown flosating discarded carrier bag
On an empty city street
The eerie silence of a ghost town
No mass of people and pounding feet
.
Rows of abandoned shops boarded up
And closed down
Rats breed like rats
And in daylight as night
Crawl around
.
The steam that used to flow with traffic
Now empty and dried up
Like the bars in which
We used to sup
.
Broken windows shattered glass
Graffiti scribbled upon public walls
Weathered metal cast fittings rusting fast
People claimed by the creeping reaper
The devils plague and ill winds he wafted in
A losing battle
In a war we can never win
.
Misleading information and media hype
Has turned each new day
Into an endless night
.
For foolish people didn’t listen
And now they reap what they sow
Infecting fellow innocent humans
They don’t care about or even know.
.
Loaded guns shooting in the dark
Destroying humanity
And a tired world apart
Man has taken a step too far
Going downhill fast with no brake
In a burning car
.
Hope be a slippery slope
But maybe all we have
We have to make the most of now
We are alive for now and should be glad
.
Time may not be on our side
And we need guidance and help from above
Time to wake up and abide.
.
Peter Dome©2020.
When you bake these tubers unearthed from the ground,
many ways to stuff them can be found.
Onions, peppers, chives, and mushrooms can please.
How about cheddar, Monterey jack, or blue cheese?
Fill them with chili, bacon bits, or sour cream.
Butter with salt and pepper is good, it would seem.
There are other ingredients. Anyone can dream.
One of the most versatile foods is the potato.
Dress it up. Let your imagination flow.
I Wear My Gun Easily, Loaded Well At Night
I meet my sacrifice with ample gratitude
Although with muted tongue, my ghost sings loudly
That crystal indifference soothes my attitude
None sing romance so damn righteously or proudly
Although never crowned prince nor pauper I be
My fighting sword and armor is polished gold
Sail I my ship and crew across dark, stormy sea
Far north to angry city or so I am told
I left far behind my foolish ideas of white
Knowing that some judges are cheap, easily bought
I wear my gun easily, loaded well at night
Insurance so as not to be flat footed caught.
I meet my sacrifice with ample gratitude
That crystal indifference soothes my attitude
I left far behind my foolish ideas of white
I wear my gun easily, loaded well at night.
Robert J, Lindley, 16 verse sonnet
DEC 1ST 1973
Note-
"" None are as good as they pretend
None are brave as they want to be
Yet all cry out for happy end
Even blinded, as they look to see."" RJL
I’ve befriended lovers:
I’ve befriended lovers daft as harlots cleaved
like the glass in extrinsic films.
My sagacity has matured like adult freesia.
I had been saturated within tasteful ages.
I built fences near the trestles of disbelief.
I sought to sip of the finer fountains.
Yonder echoes throughout Canada I had heard
Touring along the avenues of Abbotsford
Nature testifying betwixt an epicurean draught
I’ve befriended lovers:
Daft, apathetic lovers.
My sagacity has matured like adult freesia