Best Self Defense Poems
"Unlawful attacked
Provoked him to kill and rush
Imprisonment reigned".
To every one of them,
to every single John named Judas,
who took my flame and made it dim
and blew me away like mucus,
while the cycle doesn't wash but spins:
You forced me to murder Cupid!
The darkness of night,
may bring you some fright,
the sounds that you hear,
may enhance all your fear;
you'll hear a twig snap,
but you can't see the chap,
you'll hear the leaves crunch,
and you throw a wild punch ;
there is nothing at all around ,
just some natural sound,
but when there is no sight,
nothing at all seems right ;
now i see a man with a knife,
moving at me to take my life,
I stepped back and got my gun,
pulled the trigger and gave him one.
Run thru the half-baked moon, snag slices
of dark fear, to cast off the forward bow
or stuff into mud-duck's ear.
Strap a double-edged blade high
upon your thigh. Greet the mugger
with courage, leave him shrunken.
Shore up the timbers of home,
bar windows with steel. Order oaks
to hold their limbs, grip deep
with outstretched talons.
Shout to the cowardly sun, slipping
into wispy haze. Command him
forward, to lavish salving rays.
Sprinkle salt on parasites, devouring
the tender blades. Summon fair butterfly,
shower her with accolades.
Give mister mole his bowl of fatal
caster bean mush. Watch tulips
flourish with lusty blush.
Turn chaff down deep down under
the rich, black loam. Replace
with feral, ducky blossoms
to flank your tranquil home.
Gorging upon self-indulgence
while your soul lies starving in the corner
Dissociatively liberated from consequence
as the host endures accountability
Psychotically clinging to a desirable fiction
(an accessible and depraved fantasy)
and basking in its soothing narratives
whenever the tangible becomes inconvenient
Dipping sporadically into a permeable
realm of artificial favorability
Detaching yourself from that which exists
to experience that which is merely theoretical
SELF DEFENSE s
Defend who you are,
Not who they want you to be;
Live the you, you are:-
We will be in permanent danger
when the right to defense
becomes a massacre by right!
Berms rise high to the left and right,
they’ve created a wide gully,
another berm squares off the back,
so no stray rounds ever get free.
There’s a metal spinner back there,
sits just short of two hundred yards,
I squeeze back and the bullet flies,
recoil jolts shoulder and arm.
I hear that small, metallic ping,
and thrill that I’ve gotten a hit,
may not be hard for a marine,
but I am quite happy with it.
I’m a civvie with iron sights
on my Winchester ’94,
I don’t get out here that often,
so or me, I call it a score.
Around me, on this low platform
others folks are working their guns,
two boy scouts shoot their.22s,
are plinking away, having fun.
An older woman sports a Glock,
a pistol, it’s for self-defense,
seems hesitant, she’s new to this,
but rightly fears criminal men.
A guy that I know hunts big moose
shoots slowly, sighting in his scope,
he gave me some ground meat last year,
will he give again? (I can hope!)
Blasts come from a much wider field,
shotguns destroying sporting clays,
after they’ll brag about their scores,
as some boast about their golf game.
Behind it all is a clubhouse,
there is a big elk-head in there,
a meeting room where they teach class
for new shooters still unaware.
They sometimes sell hot dogs inside,
or chili, when they have events,
mostly it is a hang-out place,
a space where men still can be men.
And of course the good ol’ 2nd
hangs above the big fireplace,
what are other rights without it?
Just notions evil will disgrace.
I cycle through my magazine,
pick up the brass for my range bag,
I’m reloading much more these days,
with inflation prices are mad…