Best Shoot From The Hip Poems
I look at you and wonder, I wonder if they know,
If they look beyond the show, the ponytail afro,
the tatts, the kicks, the cloud of smoke,
the smile, the eyes, the jawline, the stroke,
do they see you beyond the thoughts you provoke...
ummmm I wonder....do they really know.
How big your heart is, how awesome you are,
a good friend, a good man, a rock, a star,
Genuine, unique, a man apart,
right from the start, you're book and street smart.
A dope human being, Im proud of you son,
high-five ya mom and step-dad, on a job well done!
You might think it's too much, like I'm putting it on thick,
but I promise you son, I keep it real, I keep it lit,
not riding yo ish, not built that way,
shoot from the hip, the only way I play,
so remember this day, you inspired me kid,
you win, so I write, and dust off my pen.
You give me hope, the future is not lost,
the youth has promise, you shine like a boss.
I see you, see me, with you I'm myself,
can't be captured by a camera, or measured by wealth.
you go out your way to help others, even stop what your doing,
to lend a hand to those in need when no one's looking,
so glad that I know you, an individual so true,
so glad that I know, if they only knew.
You're the type of guy that turns the greatest into a fan,
yes I'm the president, and you are the man,
You're the type of friend you answer for in the middle of the night,
ride or die type of friend, yea you got that right,
and if you ever ask the question, the answer is freakin right!!
Alll day, afternoon, and all night!!!!
For some lucky girl, you're a dream come true,
Not perfect, but solid, dependable, that's you.
If they only saw the layers, or the levels that I do,
if they only knew, or had a freakin clue.....
Fear of rejection can come to us all
Feeling alone like facing the wall
All the outside just staring in
If only they could see what is within
Not feeling the spirit from all around
Just want to hide, open up the ground!
Rejection can come in many forms
From playground antics and college dorms
It can even turn up in a relationship
Too change this one shoot from the hip
To tackle rejection do it head on
Find out why and remain strong
Is it emotional or is it social
Both of these are psychological
They can be treated and sorted out
But remain calm try not to shout
Rejection can cause anger and aggression
External and even inward explosion
Don't blame yourself as this you don't need
Find a safe place, breathe slowly or read
A reason for this thought you won't find
It's a receptor buried deep in the mind
Studies say it's from out evolutionary past
They managed, so keep calm have a blast
Emotional pain is hard to ignore
Stay positive and don't become a bore
Pick yourself up and find the light
Then your life will start to be bright
Keep working on the little things
Then you will find what happiness brings
Let er rip. - Shoot from the hip. Write using the meaning of this expression.
They were strangers
Yet they felt completely
Au fait with one another
They strolled through the fields of corn
Quite relaxed and at ease
They smiled as they talked
Each giving the other a shy smile
He held out his hand, they touched
Bells rung in their ears
As though they were reborn
They ran like two children at play
Exhausted they fell to the ground
In a bundle of legs and arms
Their lips touched, was like lighting
A touch paper
Feeling of wantoness ran through their veins
She gathered his manhood in her hands
Gently massaging him to full arousal
This was a no return situation
They made love , no they completed the act of lust
Her clothes in shreds where they were ripped away
Her virginity given willingly
within the roughness of the occasion
No thoughts of consequences
She didn't know his name
She knew his body
They knew it was a here and now situation
They parted with a passionate kiss
They had let er rip, and definitely shot from the hip
Memories they will treasure always.
A new life will be, because of the now
Penned March 20 2015
(Apologies to any cowboys in Derbyshire)
The telegraph came through, but just in time
before my coach had passed the county line
mah girl wuz all alone and in distress
only one guy could go save her- well, you guessed.
Ah told mah driver “stop! I gotta help her
drop me off- ahm headin' back to Belper!"
"Yo crazy boy! The old guy spluttered forth
there ain't nuthin' but trouble that far north”
His words had barely registered, I'd say
but I was in Duffield, post-haste, half way,
that one horse town of Derby far behind
but only winsome Janet on mah mind.
Time wuz almost out when I rode through
she'd almost given up on me, I knew
as when I burst in through that old front door
and spotted her, alone, on that shop floor
mah old lady there, terrified, no doubt
cryin' "Help me, Lord- mah credit card's maxed out!"
We all know a man does what he's gotta do,
I reached fast for mah wallet and broke through
passed her mah card, and though it be a sin
I'd told her long ago mah chip 'n pin.
She spun real tight and, takin' no more lip
swiped up the card, dang! Shootin' from the hip.
We road into the sunset, purchase done,
and before nightfall, hey- someone had some fun,
Woke up just before dawn, mah eyes still poppin',
so what- who said us guys just don't dig shoppin' ?
Competition- ' Let 'er rip- shoot from the hip 18th March 2015
Don't Get Caught in the Looking Glass
I want to understand what it is that I see,
My goal is for truth and not what I want it to be.
What each of us perceive to be true,
Could be only our minds like so many do.
Hold on to the facts and don't let them slip,
Focus on what's real and never shoot from the hip.
The biggest flaw that I know I could have,
Is to assume too many things from the past.
Take all the facts and place them in frame,
Assemble the parts and don't assume blame.
When the pieces are together and gaps do appear,
Your picture of truth will soon be near.
Connect all the dots deep in within your mind,
And the logic will flow and the facts will shine.
The flow of the facts will fill the missing pieces,
You can understand truth and your knowledge increases.
-Not for any contest
CHALLENGES
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
The Many Challenges, You Will Need to Conquer
Some Shallow, Others Deep, You Will Encounter
Stop and Ponder, Seldom Shoot from the Hip
Hurried Decisions Can Cause Prudence to Slip
Review Each Situation, Have Logical Solutions
Weigh Them Well, Avoiding Future Intrusions
Adapt Ethical and Moral Creeds as Your Guide
Maintaining Discipline Will Cause You to Thrive
Let'er rip my daddy alway says in reference to who busted the beans if you know what I mean
And speaking of wind to much seems to blow inside on capital hill it is a good thing
summer is almost here so at lease we can get a little relief the wind bags will go home for a break maybe even sail on a lake
What happen to religion did they cast it up on the wings of a pigeon who know where it fell down it is evident no many care for they do clown around
Now the time is near all will agree and I for one will meet and drop to one knee
For I am ready to walk inside see my family that has fell by and by I try not to judge
and I do believe he died on the cross so that I have a choice which will it be
Up or down just by the cross I chose like him to give him my all
I sip and I sip
As rhyme drips from my lips
I shoot from the hip
With inane useless quips
My pen is the arrow
That points at the page
The ink is the poison
That's spreading my rage
It has no indifference
And writes with disdain
About how I feel
Of this world gone insane
But also it speaks
Of love and desire
And feelings within
That burn with a fire
To have and to hold
The things that amaze
The pleasure that comes
From one simple gaze
The sun in the morning
The moon in the night
The song of the sparrow
The Earthly delights
And sometimes it brings
To front something more
Like pain of a sadness
Or joy of amore
The ink of my pen
Is the blood of my script
Recording my life
From my birth to my crypt
Rockman
Comes the serpent in splendid garments
Silky satins with purest white tatted laces
Most deceptive of all Satan’s devilish varmints
How we welcome his warm tender embraces,
Sometimes taking us on a most enjoyable trip
And we go along for those pleasures we crave
But remember he doesn’t shoot from the hip
And before we know it, he will a name engrave,
Claiming for his nefarious purposes intentional
Yes, all seems well on the surface as we thrive
Sometimes quite wonderfully, even sensational
But then a time comes when we take a nosedive,
Hopefully we’ll awaken to the cause of our grief
Seeking out the values we had long cast aside
And come to that faith in God, a spiritual relief,
In peaceful grace and security from thereon abide.
Written April 23, 2022
Today is the day
So be happy and gay
It’s the springtime, so play
And appreciate May
What’s that you say?
You need some more pay?
Well, I’d love to stay
But I’m allergic to hay
Way out on the farm
We’re taught by a marm
She uses her arm
To cause us alarm
Now she means us no harm
But when she turns off her charm
It’s enough to disarm
This young firearm
When I shoot from the hip
And I give lots of lip
I think I’m a trip
But let me give you a tip
This poem is nonsense
[For the uninitiated or for the inebriated
Or because I fear my story might be underrated
I feel I should advise you using any fact that fits
That Sixgun Sid has wooden legs and other wooden bits.]
****
Sixgun Sid stood in the dock and swore he didn't know
Why ladies didn’t like his wooden member down below
He said, “Some things go hand in hand with rocking to and fro
That’s how I left a splinter where a splinter shouldn't go
“She dragged me in the shrubbery and took me there and then
I thought she was euphoric when she squealed out loud but then…
I had a smoothness problem as your witness has attested
And so I grabbed some sandpaper… and got myself arrested
“I’ll swear before this court she was all over me that day
But then my wooden legs etcetera made her stop and say,
‘Why can’t you, like other cowboys, just shoot from the hip?’
But then she spent ten minutes pulling splinters from her lip.”
The judge said, “I have heard enough, my judgement will be sound
You shared your love, but also, she was putting it around
I think that I should send you to the gallows with your lover
But I’m concerned those gallows might turn out to be your brother.”
A garden sun chases our ginger cat.
Dad watches World War Two
up close on the TV
he grinds his teeth,
a general forced to take a back seat.
Mother in the kitchen,
not her natural territory.
She opens cupboards exploring contents.
It is a blue and white kitchen
made of trees that died in 1964.
She shakes a martini like a
blind cardsharp. Her wrists
heron bones
that click a gold-toothed chain.
Flashes of recollection
follow me up beige carpeted stairs.
Small bathroom-toilet to the right,
where once I saw mum naked.
Oedipus lives down the hall
as a young teenager.
From my window
I see the long narrow garden
with its back gate.
Passion-flower crosses
entwining pine boards.
When the Nazi Storm Troopers come
I will fire down at them
lobbing hissing grenades
that land like angry cats
onto their fleeing backs.
Charley company lives in Vietnam
they shoot from the hip.
I am not sure which side
of this on-going war they are on.
In my British school atlas
America is colored, blue or yellow,
not Empire red like us.
A patriotic gas stirs vague imaginings.
A knock on my bedroom door.
I can hear myself breathing heavily,
as I jerk off. Keep out!
Mum pauses to catch her breath.
She is out of uniform,
and speaking in Slo Mo
to a camera in my head.
Inquiring of my grandparents to explain love,
Teasing grandpa said, "Togetherness alone pays."
I asked him, what's kept you together all these years?
"Tethers do not work, the secret is frequent hugs."
In short, what do you credit your long marriage to?
"Tough love means you don't always say what you're thinking."
Interesting, Grandpa, how you shoot from the hip.
The ball's in your court now; Granny, you have your say.
"Imagine love's like ball games, you win and you lose.
Teamwork means that each player has a job to do.
It's never about winning every single game;
There's those times when you win by losing, so it seems.
Indeed, God says, love others as you love yourself.
To place your partner in front of you is true love."
In retrospect, both my grandparents made their point;
They agree: love puts others first unselfishly.
August 20, 2022
Purgative debacle debilitated me December 18th, 2020
Hoop fully adequately explains
source of odoriferous dry rot,
ye possibly smell, I jot
within this reasonable rhyme
without putting Johnny on the spot
my absence NOT attending fellowship,
today December 20th, 2020
albeit remotely, cuz off to bathroom
I frequently needed to trot.
Athwart porcelain goddess
at aforementioned date
bare with me rear potty talk,
I profusely apologize
concerning offal topic
wasting proctology boilerplate
nevertheless, quite a disaster
concerning mine excretory freight
said irritable bowel syndrome
necessitated I hydrate
and fast, thus yours truly
spent no time to judicate
nor analyze why rectum
severely overactive of late,
but aside from
lower gastrointestinal discomfort,
I also experienced linkedin symptom
namely upset stomach felt nauseate.
The power of mind over matter
slowly emerged inside anguished pate
physical unwellness across entire body electric
essentially, laterally, and unstintingly did radiate
and sucker punch ground zero i.e. solar plexus
fall out on par with mushroom cloud trait
unleashed courtesy nuclear warhead
without a shadow of doubt ability to function
even on primal level unwellness did vitiate.
Impossible mission to implicate
predilection to experience panic attack
whereby mine entire psyche did crack
blowing major fuses analogous to ENIAC.
In 1942, physicist John Mauchly proposed
an all-electronic calculating machine.
The result was ENIAC
(Electronic Numerical Integrator And Computer),
built between 1943 and 1945—the
first large-scale computer to run
at electronic speed without being slowed
by any mechanical parts.
Yours truly entertained no mood
to jump figurative gun
taking no time to think and brood
and shoot from the hip
(perhaps while partially nude)
(regarding sharing his antithetical thoughts
within break out groups)
virtual bodyguards escorting out this dude
possibly unintentionally antagonizing
listeners buzzfeeding misinterpreting
weaponizing commentaries assembled crude
easily mistaken for flak, I sincerely eschewed.
Last Night I Made Love With Spiderwoman
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