Best Shoot First Poems

Pock marked

Bert was cooking in a bucket,
Knew his hide at any rate
Pock marks on his thighs an biceps,
Shot that day by a sniper, mate,

Sniper chopped by Aussie Bren gun,
Fell from palm in many pieces,
Driven back by charging soldiers,
Jonno’s mates were ‘ridge e didge’,

Next day they...

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They decry their gun birthright 
is to defend their home,
protect what they own
A government tank might come rolling
down the road one day
New Roman centurions coming to take
their beloved metal sons away
Give unto Caesar the lobby coins,
and he will let you keep your guns
Ask for the...

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catalyse of chalk
 circles sooted box, reveals
  the vortex inside
   stakes open her eyes
     pries into her private life

      draws blood with madness
       insists a deep cut...

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“Freedom Fall 8 and the Removal of Ray Bans”



The Dilettante Diaries: New Chapter 

Sometimes it’s necessary 
to 
Lose 
to
Win

Freedom Fall 8 
Sans Rays

A new chapter.
Light, waves 
and
dances 
barefoot
with the 
Soft gumshoes 
Hustling to Win
with the 
Gilded Morai


(Lovejoy-Burton/September 2018)











1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eight-ball


Break:
One person is chosen by some predetermined...

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Today we have a list of seven best reasons
not to even think about talking gun control
after an automatic rifle out of control
critical event,
one for each day of the week.

Monday:
The automated guns might hear us,
and continue automatically firing themselves
into more innocent bystanders
despite the lack of any...

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Welcome to the war, son ...
You’ve been conscripted,
go grab a gun
And you daughters 
of the new American flag,
you’re not exempted either
Go get that gat outta my bag
There’s a 21st century civil war goin’ on,
and you gotta declare right now
which side carries the righteous bones
I pray...

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Out of Trenches (WW1)

Out of trenches, we met face to face,
A young Soldier, probably about my age.
With rifle in hand we quavered,
My head, urging me to engage.
Our tunics were muddied and damp,
The ground soft and uneasy underfoot.
Gun fire and screams in the distance,
Torn faces, pitted...

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medication malfunctions, feelin 6 in depression
world guessin eyes stressed when, lord of heaven drops confessions
code of matrix saturates, bash it's core of hate.....
make my getaway, in noble deeds as I speed.....
so fast must move slow, "straight puffin nothing".....
prolly double la's, djing skills full blown
information overloads,...

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Pale white against the ghostly fog
Smoke curled for lack of oxygen
Black rim glasses hide, head bows
Conceal eyes of cool cat daddy-o

In dark, goatee, groomed and moody
Beret tilted silhouetted, covers identity
Captures blues wrapped in a sax
Brown paper bags cover booze

Jazz releases notes unknown to claps
Fingers snap...

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Tired of these theatrical mask wearing roles. Wolves, smiling faces with sharpen teeth 
waiting for ignorant prey. Tired of seeming interested in conversations that are one sided, 
guided by those that deem themselves intellectuals. Tired of life's stand stills that keep 
skipping back to the...

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It seems our driver made a fuss
Whilst dodging bullets on our bus
When Ted Cruz said,
"You won't be dead
If you shoot first, and then you cuss!"...

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Prelude

After banishing my foe off to hell
The Lord took pity on my soul 
And returned it to my undead shell
Again, I was alive and whole

But the consequences of a second chance
Meant that I would have to lead a life Godly and good
Now more sins and...

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Nice Poets
From the US poetry community 
there is silence about this new war
they feel indignity 
something must be done even if they 
know the sins of their own country. 
It is easier to be morally right
about others 
There is this bitter taste of poetry that
remains...

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I love you he said
I love you so much I'm never letting go 
You can't share a love you haven't given to yourself yet
So, I dug up the dead pieces of my heart and replanted them 
Love is the only true form of justice, everything...

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(This is a fictional poem)

My feet are so big that I have to wear clown shoes.
People keep pointing and laughing, what am I going to do?
Some people think that I'm Bigfoot when they see my footprints.
They shoot first and ask questions later, it's very intense.
One...

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