Camo Poems - Poems about Camo

...In Memoriam: Owen the Pheasant Lost at an auction in Vermont betwixt a first edition Anna Karenina and a bitter divorcée named Ruth. There once was a pheasant named Owen, whose pluma......

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...My whole life I knew a man who hates everything. Who had a distaste about anything, Even the do-nothings and do-somethings said to anyone, Because he hates everyone, So this tale of hate has a......

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...I think the hippies had it right pop a red and watch the lights pray against the cold machine tie dye the world in tranquility breaking bread with old friends lend your heart -become undead ......

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...Is it pandering? Will camo hat with name do them any good? Next will be the dead deer draped across the hood. ha ha I just thought of something stupid. Deer can't read.......

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...I was born into a war I was born into a war I Was born into this war And I couldn’t even talk I didn’t know how to walk I hit the ground surviving Heavy fire, Heavy losses Broken will br......

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...Arctic front just a little seems to much A tolerance to something with no passion or no desire To be that frozen bird on the wire Burning purpose Burning reason reason to plant the greatest idea......

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...Camo owl was not seen easily in the tree I sensed him there, with his brown eyes on me He made no sound, pretending he did not see The pretty fey faeries, who numbered three I finally focused m......

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... Somethings You never know Sometimes you have nothing to show Tears in those eyes Comfort city on the brink of misery Killing fields the dreams of you and me Desert sunshine warning you how thi......

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...The United States greases the slippery palm of Iran. Who frolic in the frying pan with Hamas and Hezbollah. Whom vow to destroy Israel and the United States of America. The United States provides......

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...I was first picked up In a cast-off shop in Liverpool; Surrounded by racks of seasoned shirts Bearing names of old soldiers. “Draper” draped on an immature frame In a collage of brown and gre......

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...In my eyes I’ve lived 2 lives within 1 life/ Strutting by live strife and grief like you wouldn’t believe/ It’s how you perceive what’s kept to conceive / Just relieve your relief and turn over th......

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...A world full of syllables Is so highly tillable; they ebulliently buoy, never leading to ennui. When you’ve got Hong Kong Phooey with a bowl of chop suey and a glass of Drambuie, what else d......

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...(Prequel after Poet Em Em) I won't bend /yes i won't - never I won't fall / never i won't Even though my name is tied around the apron of ail Tell them - I behold the protector of fever That ......

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...My aim was spot on at close range or distant The coppers were on scene post haste The sirens were loud and extremely insistent I gazed at the guns I now faced Seven patrol cars had screeched to......

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...You may not tend to believe me Perhaps you’ll start to suddenly Put your logic up on a shelf Open your mind and let yourself See things you never dared to see The year here was 1901 An unkno......

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