Best Smoking Gun Poems

“Smoking Gun”


Twisted Blistered dance with me
Come on Brother Snow get off your genuflection mojo knees
The World’s about to turn and merge
Vibrating dimensions souls that turn 4th and 5th must be better than 3rd
The World’s a vomit bucket filled with the spew of war 
and ravaging...

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A SMOKING GUN

Beholding planet Earth from the far reaches of space, 
In the ink black cosmos the observers must give voice
What a beautiful planet have we here
A very unusual blue and green glowing sphere
It must be the gateway to heaven's door
Let's go have a look...

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I smoke a cigarette,
and while it helps my mind to rest,
I detest I treat my body like this.

But I smoke to protest against those who don't,
but spend their existence trying to stop me,
from shortening mine.

But it is my time to spend how I wish,
Even if...

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Who ruined my confidence,
Who trampled my young dreams,
Who turned the signpost around,
Who undid all my schemes?

Who was responsible,
Who held the smoking gun,
My parents, my teachers, my friends,
Could I afford to trust anyone?

Who deterred me from trying,
Who played on my self-doubt,
Who kept me on the outside,
Who...

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Everday I do it, then exhale its warm
poison. It cools me , lets me think as if 
Ididnt have a brain of my own. In the 
mist of it all, the world puases for that 
moment life unhinges.

 As thoughts 
splash my mind like waves
and...

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The mother I had is no longer here.

The heart,
it beats,
the lungs take what little air they can filter.
But she is not here.
She is alive,
but no longer lives,
or gives.

Her voice is coarse, 
and hoarse.
When laughter rears it's ugly dead, black head,
it froths, 
and it crackles, 
and...

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I lay down this pack,
trying to promise myself not to look back.
Looking back is my own weakness,
and you could also put it as my own selfishness.
Pleasing my own desires,
only making myself feel tired.
When I walk,
I fall short of breath, 
just knowing it's death lurking down...

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The Smoking Gun 

We entertain thoughts at the work party with high class cocktales
 Running to and from our destination as are ego's soar throughout
 One word spoken out of context can throw a wrench on your reputation
 May need to take a rest on...

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ah the moments between
darkness and light
death and new life
a dream, we're awake

the dalliance
advanced
the twist
we danced

touch caressed
as the moon sung a song

the willing
the wrong

'twas right

ever tight in an effortless form
aligning the cold with warm

bent into shape
with a kiss

a steal
left with a breeze
blown
in from the sea
but oh
was...

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A child with a gun under the table.
Click, click, click tells its unstable.
The blast echoes in the air.
Silence falls full of despair.
Parents are out having a good time.
The sitter is talking on the phone, does not see the child climb.
Father is a police man.
Leaving out...

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a perfect shot, to the head,
trickle of blood, he is dead,
the smoking gun, in my hand,
justice done in lawless land,
father of two, middle of street,
his widowed wife, revenge sweet,
ageing mother weeps for son,
in my hand, the smoking gun!
score is settled, bullet fired,
job completed, I was...

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