Carbine Poems - Poems about Carbine

... Ft Leonard Wood Mo.1961 Combat Engineers Miracle Man 10/18/2024 Most days we awoke feeling quite asinine, choice wasn’t to get up or remain supine. The bugle was telling us rise and......

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...Re: viewing the emotionally prosperous papa razz zee life I did not live The following poetic account written more'n a dozen dirty dancing decades ago, while I (a socially withdrawn *****S......

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...A due date is the finish line, a detail not to be ignored! What do you call a starting line? A place to leap from made of pine, the impetus of a spring board, far from the waters finish line.......

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...Ruing the emotionally prosperous papa razz zee life I did not live The following poetic account written more'n a dozen dirty dancing decades ago, while I (a socially withdrawn *****Sapiens) ......

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...Those BMX bikers were kicking up dust But the blockade ahead meant they had to have trust The little green guy with a face like a sprout Would come up with something to help them all out The s......

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..."Yes, this is all still so amazing what impacts the soul truly; and in what ways." This fond endearment was in the Spring Time of our Love as I remember. A perfected shoo-in. This was the greates......

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...The police are everywhere And barracks are empty, I see military fatigue, locusts I see firearms that can make the devil blush I see the MK 18 mod 1 carbine whose libido is famed abroad I see t......

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...Arduous agonizing affliction doth unrelentingly assail... aghast to exhale lest...lose desperate clinging clutch held by bloodied cracked fingernail phantasmagoric tendrils constrict stopperi......

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...III. Another week had passed with little change, when Meredith came up and said to him: “I would like to get out of town for a bit, let’s go picnic in Abnerson’s Canyon. “I used to go there wi......

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...Young G’s sporting tattooed gunz, on rolling black streets,fishing without water, amphibians of the dark ghettos,with names like Ricochet Rob, because he onc......

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...The Ending at Wounded Knee This is what happened: Two worlds collided, The elder one died. Pony soldiers and Indian police, Trigger happy and jumping at shadows, Killed Sitting Bull at Pine......

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...The buds are blooming, And there are no storms looming Even the leaves are sustaining each other, To reshape the trees and gather. Spring was declared to be our guest, But this perished flower w......

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...final dismount, final ride pasture waits for dappled roan girth mark of the lonely byways lather from the battles flown dew eyed weary, spinal backed stumble step'd and nostril blown... stirr......

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...(This poem was wrote as a challenge, a tribute to Laurel and Hardy, so this was taken from songs). On a mountain in Virginia, Stands a lonesome pine Just below the cabin, home of a little girl o......

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...I was planning on going to Azania to die like you No one would transport me Away from the rhetoric, and Fidel left before I knew. So I wrote on walls Endless missives of declarations for freedom. I ......

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