Carbine Poems - Poems about Carbine

...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life I did not live The following poetic account written more'n a dozen dirty dancing decades ago, while I (a socially withdrawn *****S......Read the rest...

...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.......Read the rest...

...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life I did not live The following poetic account written more'n a dozen dirty dancing decades ago, while I (a socially withdrawn *****Sapiens) ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

..."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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

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

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...The Ending at Wounded Knee This is what happened: Two worlds collided, And the elder one died. Pony soldiers and Indian police, Triggerhappy and jumping at shadows, Killed Sitting Bull at P......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...(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......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...She lives in the desert with skin the color of sandstone and the texture of an orange. She’s a man’s man if you ever saw one. Her carbine seems to have a mind of it’s own, never knowing, when in......Read the rest...