Best Son Of A Poems

Son Of A Gun

My Great Great Grandpa was a musket
only one son he would want.
My Great Great Grandma named him shotgun
he used to love to hunt.

He too would only want one son
and that's just what he got.
My Great Grandma named him rifle
he was a single...

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For as long as I can remember,
the months of May through September,
have always been the most enjoyable for me.
If you wonder, it is easy to see.
I love the boardwalk, the sun, and the beach.
Summer fun has always been in reach.
My friends and I in an...

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Even Honest Abe Lincoln admitted himself that he wasn't all that pretty,

   But you'll be hard-pressed to find a president who was more witty!

      During debates, Stephen Douglas called him a two-faced son-of-a-gun.

     ...

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With a pen to write;
with fingers to type;
I write anew;
This a new spring for me summer is gone;
autumn near winter flees.
It's in my blood; the ink the feather.
wandering soul; so long;
 
Irish bones african heartbeat.
Because of the english we make sound sweet.

It is who i...

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Knives fly
cows and chickens die
new world translations
morality always a test
abandoned sons
the fathers crimes exposed
cursed by a closed mind
brainwashed
by voices in the sky
mathematics 
begin to multiply
only then
will fathers repent
and children rejoice
animals roam free
all the living
have precious souls...

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"You son of a biscuit!" That's me being clean.
I call others a "son of a biscuit" 
when I'm in the prescence of children especially,
when I really want to say, "You SOB!"
I get some pretty weird looks from they I "curse out," 
in front of children...

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Written May 25, 2016


There's coal in the air
Dust in their lungs
I'm left pondering
All that I've done
As a hazy cloud surrounds
The storm comes barreling
Engulfing this town I'm in
But as the son of a coal miner's daughter
I'm too far removed
From this rugged life that I'm
Supposed to be...

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o my dear mother, please do not grieve on this tragic death
the death that your son has to under go

although, as a son, i had a strong affection for you dear mother
i hadn’t even once held your hands to comfort you, the hands 
were roughened...

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I progress from my regress far back behind the rest
Steady Improvement is the Chief Aim
So many are the years I wasted trying to be
	...what the society wanted me to be
I?ve retraced my steps to where I lost my way
I?ve regained the platform from which I...

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I am fire cooked in the belly of a barrel
An inferno like a messenger of death from hell
Somersaulting like a ninja assassin wilding his sword unsheathed
With double edged precision and ill intent unleashed

In my clear trajectory I target any would be shot stopper
I spit fatality...

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You fooled me once... but you can't fool me twice 
You've done something stupid... that's not very nice 
You tailored a lie... you did not accidentally miss a stitch 
You fooled me on purpose... you rotten son of a …..
 
After all these years... I...

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I’ve never been to war
or claimed the old kings shilling.
Though born and bred to Army life
I knew the need for killing.

The civi’ kids thought those like me,
were gypsies in their town,
but quickly found how hard it was
to try to knock us down.

The discipline we had...

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I talk within the frame of my thought, I eat within frame of my ability, I 
go to school within the call of education

The language in the streets enshroud me to the shoulder of a singer 

The crack of my feet on the ground with...

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If you were born a son of a gun
Life for you would not be fun
Because you'll never know your Dad
Or who was he if you had?
He could have been anyone.
You poor bastard Son of a Gun!...

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I'm the son of a gun.

You can call me the son of Sam.

I kill, Bang, bang, you're dead..

I kill. therefore I am.



I remember  my own sweet  home,

where I never suffered loss,

and the holy rifle on the wall

slung just beneath the Cross.



No earthly power...

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