Best Shots Poems
a couple......from my younger daze
Deep in the Ice House
On Loop Twenty Four South
He motions.........
To fill....his shot glass
Meanwhile at the Eagle's Nest
On old Sixty Nine west
She's shooting...........
Tequila down fast
They're getting....Their parting shots in
They said it was over, but they won't let it end
Round after round.......Nobody wins
They're getting..... their parting shots in
He tells an old friend
Who happened to drop in
She is the devil
In disguise....
She tells a stranger
That he tried to blame her
But she says....
The truth is...he lied
They're getting their parting shots in.......
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Sudden as thunder they crack in the night,
the boys in the lane leap over fences,
bottles crashing into stone walls,
and bullets whistle with echoing sound.
Political war,
Tribal war,
Gang war.
The boys fight with one another for the release of "the Don"
they rampage in the little town,
and round up all the informers.
Night comes alive,
doors open wide,
then suddenly,
"Lord, someone shot Sammi Joe!"
Lights bang!
and everyone rushes to look at the innocent one
lying peacefully in her pool of blood.
"Sammi Joe is dead!"
Her frightened mother yells.
Gunshots cracking in the night,
smashing glass,
and chiseling walls,
the burning night heat,
people scatter in the street.
Mr. Crow pisses his pants when the boys spot him as the informer
Dragged in the streets,
Crow's face flushed with the wall,
bullets puncture his head.
Further down the road,
the innocents grip tightly to their beds,
trembling,
wondering who will be next.
Bullets dances around the walls,
wailing heightens,
The massacre begins.
Blood washes the street,
dead bodies blocking the gate of the little town.
©2013 Christine Phillips
It’s a swill no one interrupts—
A pill that consumes and corrupts
Our honor's been jailed
And truth’s will is impaled
As the blood PAC tempest erupts
Author's note: Many of the super-rich (who do not yet have it all) are determined to have more of the pie since their multiple residences and bank accounts are not enough and their yachts and jets are too small and range restricted (OMG). There are about 600 people who have donated more than $1,000,000 to presidential political action committees (PACs). The very rich, who also are trying to buy Congress, are in the process of remodeling our society. They liked it when society was feudal--when the rest of us were consigned to serfdom or were slaves. This weekend, the Koch brothers are interviewing candidates to see who they will spend almost a billion dollars to elect. Are we to believe their propaganda (that they have our interest in mind)? That is why I support the only candidate who does not have a super PAC who is running for President--Bernie Sanders. Enough is enough and maybe, just maybe, we can prevail over the corruption of wealth. The truth always matters and can never be denied over the long term.
Good sex
is a prelude to spiritual growth
or is it?
~~~~~~~~~~~
vice versa?
Yesterday, the snow fell, laced lazily
all across the frozen field; grace fell down.
My heart raced, apace in a minor key
troubles fled erased from me, was my frown.
Seemed semblances filled my life-weary head
so God's beauty nudged my heart-weary soul;
far off, hills became instilled white purebred
away from mad machines joy milled bold.
Now, black is white, fresh and new, clean and pure
it takes a hold of blight and sings ... out;
looks at frowns ignite, giggles light, demure.
As, the day brites sledders scream "Watch out!"
Though winter's gray days we'll recall this sight.
They're our days, our nights, dressed in Winter white.
Here we dawdle, coats, scarfs and boots in Winter white.
to freeze as frames of memory, joy's root in Winter white.
Stay with me, dream awhile, we could build an igloo?
Oh, won't you make snow angels, beauts, in Winter white.
I could put snow down your coat, toss a ball or two
believe me, " I could, I could catch YOU toots in Winter white!"
In frozen splendor, we will still, "Isn't he so cute!"
Yesterday is forever captured now SHOOT! in Winter white.
Sonnet with a Ghazal Chaser ;)
see about the poem
dedicated to Chan [nuff rhyme for you hon?]
Gun Shots
Call Cops
Few More
Hit Floor
Lights Off
Dry Cough
Dark Fears
Soft Tears
Phone Fails
Bite Nails
Some thing
Drove Me
Open
Curtain
Soft Cries
Inside
Broke Down
On Ground
Draw Near
Over Here
Father Please
Help Me
Late Night
Such Fright
Can't Sleep
Anxiety
Dessert
Hot double fudge
Chocolate, walnut, sweet
Good when shared with a friend or
Lover
(Cinquain, traditional)
gunshots, gunshots, gunshots
shots fired anonymously into the night
Why are so many shots fired in vain anonymously in the night
governed by unknown purposes on behalf of opposing ideals
engaged in conflict from behind a mask of camouflouged intents
through the eyes of unforgivable hate by innocent hands forced
to injustly react.
You must be kidding
Game's on and no one called me?
Ok, break time's up
I've been ignored long enough
I call the shots around here
~*~
For Linda's "Baby Babbles" Contest
1/11/23
Typical that they have doubts
It's often dragged out
All this crap being bragged about
Moving over the speed of eight knots
At a great cost
I had to take shots
In order to make lots
Otherwise just stuck in the same spot
Meanwhile all these fakes and snakes watch
From that pettiness I break off
Got no time for it, stand in the way and it's chaos
The pieces haven't fully fit into place
It's been a bit of a wild goose chase
Quite the journey
Taking steps that put me on a gurney
Much remains that is a threat
I'm building my skillset
It's just not the same as trying to kill pests
This time it's no drill test
Because this foe will vex
No pushover, meanwhile secrets still kept
Not always see through
It is indeed true
There is much out to deceive you
Meanwhile in the world greed grew
I'd give you endless love and support if only she knew
As the breeze blew
A change in vision
Gained wisdom
Out to make a difference
Not remain in the same position
No matter if people stay ignorant
One shot
Two shots
Three Shots
Four...
Bang, bang, bang, Fireworks galore
People running shouting ''WAR!!''
Innocent dying its, uncalled for
Families crying for their loved ones no longer more ...
Babies crying dont know, what for
Not knowing what's next instore
People walking with fear out the door
AND HERE I AM wanting TO shout!!!
''NO MORE!!!!...''
There's much more greater things instore
Than violence for sure,
Think of the kids for they are our future ...
Is this the kind of life you want for your child when he/she grows up
I don't think so... (O_o)
But I guess that's how it goes
When you live in a society where gangsters comes and goes...
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Angry Shots At The Bright Howling New Moon
He saw in himself, door into the dark.
An empty house with wicked black windows.
Such dreaded truth, he thought a brilliant spark,
lightning caged there for use by brave heroes.
Death, that odd illusion he did deny,
why give it power and leeway too soon?
Dismiss it as Nature's dark scheming lie,
angry shots at the bright howling new moon.
Had he traveled on after others died?
Invincible to the pain of death's bite,
immune to sorrow and fate's cut applied.
Blind in misery, never wanting sight!
He saw himself, a man with no real home.
A shadow destined this bleak world to roam.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-09-2016
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 105
The Makeover- Shots
You take one shot
And I miss you
I know you're gone
But I still wanna kiss you
You've made yourself a monster
Both you and me you scar
Your eyes are dimly lit
But behind shines who you are
Who you used to be
The part that misses me
(Pre Edit: January 17, 2015)
One shot.
One decision.
Never to be seen again.
Late night kisses
And sweet nothings
Long gone
To yellowed eyes
And an emptied heart.
Your monster in the making
Slowly made its way
To the surface
And only in your dimly-lit
Blood-shot eyes
Is a near gone image
Of who used to lie behind
The addiction's pry.
The part that still loved
Me.
(Edited: March 10, 2015)
There once was a young dentist called Claire
Upon scanning a dental repair
Very soon was red faced
When she took in her haste
X-rays showing her own derrière.
1/ 20/ 2019.