Best Shooter Poems
With His Six Shooter In Hand He Emptied Its Load
In a whiskey glazed stupor his horse he shot
Under blue-wailing moon his heart, a broken mess
And then his emotions tossed in their sad lot
Somewhere with lost hope, his failures he did confess
But as image appears, her beautiful face smiles
She, kind goddess that had stolen his lonely heart
Over and over, the argument -always starts
And then the swarms of excruciating deep pains
Fight to make it leave, his eyes look to the blue sky
Silently these words he says, "My Lord help me please"
Falling to dusty ground, he asks again the why
Did God allow that beautiful witch his heart seize
Then romantic thoughts flooded a confused brain
Her dear vision so enticed and refused to leave
It all was far too much, far too great a love-strain
Next how she had him, ready to again deceive!
But oh no, not again, his intellect then spoke
Do not let this dark, deceptive thing again hurt
Recall this truth, she had made his life a bad joke
Remember torture, the loss, her poison black spurts
And how she laughed as his tender heart she broke!
The cowboy then rose on up from the desert sand.
Swearing true, she and this are both accursed land!
Mounting his horse towards Tombstone onward he rode
Swearing, never let his wounded heart be "stoled"!
Then a broad smile so magically it appeared
Up the trail just head vision of her as he feared!
With his six shooter in hand, he emptied its load
And laughed out loud, as on
to Tombstone he rode!
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme/Narrative
April 12th 1982
Note: Edit.. Nov 21st 1983
The young cowboy made it all the way to Tombstone
His young life was then about to meet pretty girl
She too was standing proudly there and all alone
Fate decreed it, they joined to give life a whirl!
I'll tell you this first, guns are my curse
I was dealt Ace's and watched all their faces
Looked around and called all in
Everyone folded, but Buckshot just grinned
He moved up his stack, with a loud crack
I just love playing a maniac
I drew two cards to make him think
He drew one card and took a drink
I reached for my boot, got my Two Shooter
Buckshot flipped over his eight outer
My Ace's won, as he went for his gun
I told him "Son, you make winning fun"
I filled my boot with money as Buckshot stood up
Could have been any outcome with my sad luck
He yelled "Eat lead you no good low down cheat"
I shot him dead with that Two Shooter in my sleeve
The children were pulverized, decapitated,
Their flesh was ripped apart.
This is the land of the free,
And the home of the brave.
Good guys with guns waited an hour.
19 students and 2 teachers were murdered.
The children were pulverized, decapitated,
Their flesh was ripped apart.
We need AR-15 rifles to kill prairie dogs.
We need AR-15 rifles because they are semi-automatic.
11-year-old Miah covered herself in her dead friend’s
Blood to stay alive.
The children were pulverized, decapitated,
Their flesh was ripped apart.
If more Americans own AR-15s, SCOTUS will
Think they’re for common use.
You can help prepare young Americans for
Military service if you are skilled with an AR-15.
The children were pulverized, decapitated,
Their flesh was ripped apart.
100 rounds were fired into 2 classrooms
Students called 911
Parents begged police to charge the school.
Good guys with guns waited an hour.
19 students and 2 teachers were murdered.
17 children and adults were injured.
In America, guns, and violence
are the answers to every problem.
In America, violence means
You never need to find a solution.
The solution is always violence.
If violence solves nothing,
It’s because more violence is required.
The children were pulverized, decapitated,
Their flesh was ripped apart.
Published: Dissident Voice, June 19, 2022
Ravenous dream, cluttered and unclean.
Aberrant darkness, hideous and unseen.
Raging killer, seething; hardly breathing.
Raving butcher, leaving death and bleeding.
What demons lurk for a murderer in a gay enclave?
Name the repressed desires by which the slayer is enslaved.
How many kills kill off latent amorous specters in his heart?
Craven homophobe assassinates his shadow from the start.
What torrent of torment molds a gay executioner?
What self-loathing this child of incendiary invectives?
What self-shaming open wounds forever fester?
What ambiguous mask to hide the emotive?
What type of culture is so threatened by how we love?
What perversion of fear breeds within so many thereof?
What sinister civilization spreads this hate potion?
What dogma of night terrors releases this poison?
Ravenous phantoms, virulent apparitions,
The shooter never lacking in ammunition.
Delicate petals hold ethereal love and kindness.
The rifleman can never kill them in his blindness.
Chubby cherub with a bow
Looks my way and spreads those wings
Seems to have his sights on me
Cupid,shoot 'em straight!
for "Winged Cupid" contest
sponsored by Dr. Ram Mehta
Day 1
I stomp into class black big
Boots they work
Good to make an impact
See the teacher flinch
Dumb ; its what she gets
Eyes judging mouth yakking
Puffy feet pounding up
And down the aisles just to see
What i’m doing-nothing
Can’t you tell-
nothing
Day 29
Nothing good when
i finally talk to someone
They said “What you want” all loud
When i
Low down, just
Asked for a pen was
Gonna join in just
Wanted a pen just
Then walked out
Day 54
Out the door chanced a
Girl. nerd girl cat girl with some books
Didn’t look. Tripped over
My invisible foot and bam she
Cried but i
i laughed its what
She got for not
Seeing
Day 76
seeing the
Invisible me
Behind a tree by the school clean knife
New friend flicking
In and out
Up and down the skin
Of the tree and the palm
Of my hand the pain makes
me a man. Red lines drawn
Day 119
Red lines scrawled from the
All over my test as if
As if i did my best you’ll
See my best work. Soon
Day 154
Soon it will be when
They all notice me when i
Slice through the
Crowd sending ammo landing loud
doesn’t matter
Who i hit it will send a
Message of destruction a notice
Of devastation a dance of rank revenge, when?
Soon.
Dilemma Minichu
kill thrill, rage unfolded?
a youth's pebbles become hollow bullets inflight
killer molded
sunken, aloof
might never makes right, but blight
lone wolf
hate ills
endemic plight
kills!
kill thrill, rage unfolded?
might never makes right but blight
kills!
They say it won the West, or lost it to a faster draw
Made most men brave. even a coward or two
Yes Sir, six shots of tequila and they all hit the floor
Life had done you wrong
Had taken away your song
You felt you didn’t belong
But why couldn’t you be strong?
You went on a shooting craze
Left behind a bloody maze
And little children in a daze
Did you think you’d get praise?
You had demons in your mind
So an outlet you had to find
Vented on children who are kind
Did self-loathing make you blind?
In the end you took your life
Left parents with nightmares rife
And pain twisting like a knife
Will there be no end to this strife?
Little children are now dead
Who will never be tucked in bed
Little classmates filled with dread
Couldn’t you kill your demon instead?
Your pain wouldn’t go away
So you made the innocent pay
Now the horror is here to stay
When you meet God, what will you say?
Silver bullets have no eyes
They care not who is hit
American schools where bullets fly
Terrorizing the staff and kids
The shooter often a kid as well
This time he is a 14 year old
His father arrested headed to jail
How much about his child did he know
The photo they splash on the tv
Of a blonde haired student teen
Surely a nightmare who could dream
So tender of age to be so mean
Two teachers two students gone forever
Killed by a teen with gun access
Families torn apart love is severed
How can you not feel distressed
As prayers go up we look now
To the parents of this young man
What reasons in his life will be found
That he would cause death with his hand
His mother surely feels regret
Obviously he was deeply disturbed
The nation again is utterly upset
Gun violence hits a sensitive nerve
The shooter from the train was sought
When police received a tip
And now it seems that he’s been caught;
To jail he’ll take a trip.
You’d think that in New York he’d find
So many spots to hide
Where he could leave no trace behind
With lots of time to bide.
Yet rarely someone in a scrape
(Or worse) evades the law
For each attempt at swift escape
Contains a fatal flaw.
New Yorkers now must heave a sigh
But not just of relief.
Despite the fact they caught the guy,
We’re filled with fear and grief.
Active shooter intruder training
A serious business here in the U.S.
We teachers have to take a refresher course every year
This reflects my fear that guns are too easily purchased
Shame on lawmakers who allow everyone to have assault rifles
We are learning lock out, get out, and take out.
Take out is horrifying.
It involves being violent ourselves.
Last resort, but still, I am shaking after this training.
Shame on the lawmakers.
People now walk up to copper,
Where Gold isn't for the hoper
And silver starves seekers proper:
Every single eager shopper...
Then go for the waiting copper,
Gold bound to be a Heart Stopper;
From behind bullets The Dropper
Your shooter off with his chopper.
Also, with your Gold - Changed Pauper;
You as dead as the grasshopper
That manure secures for a cropper...
Only go for precious Gold,
When it isn't hot to hold
The day begins with the usual drill.
Plans in readiness, we will fulfil.
Crouch under your desk and stay quite still,
Keep your eyes down, use your skill.
Don’t look up, this I must instil.
Try to be as quiet, not a sound if you will.
We practice this drill not to give you a chill,
It’s so important to do this safety grill.
If a shooter comes in, we know to do nil
We learn this so that we will be safe until.
The scene has been given a clear bill.
We know we must not cry or let out a shrill.
Teacher says chances of being hurt, are nil,
If we do as we are told and all be very still.
Blood dripping on the cherry....
from the robin’s neck...
By-Tahera Mannan
Contest- One Amazing Line
By-Constance~A Rambling Poet~