Cartridge Poems - Poems about Cartridge

...(Approaching Ingalls Peak, 2012, original oil) Rites of Passage Forty-six years ago, my first winter in the Pacific NW my first winter break at college, I headed out to climb Mt Stuar......Read the rest...

...1.A misfire is when the primer fails to ignite the powder. 2.Hang fire is when the primer has struck the bullet and cause delay. 3.That would depend on why the cartridge failed to fire. 4.Did it f......Read the rest...

...A frustrated poet had a paralyzed pen. She wailed, “When you will move,when!” The pen with sad eyes,looked up in dismay “Mistress,my brain cartridge is empty this day.” She knew there were phon......Read the rest...

...He was old and haggard, in the year nineteen twenty something A tall lanky old man, with a worn out hat and a rusty ring His squint blues eyes pulled together the wrinkles upon his face With an ex......Read the rest...

...In 1996 I was living in DC while serving as a diplomat At the State Department My wife was in the military Serving as a major in San Antonio That fateful morning, I went jogging Early in the......Read the rest...

...A cartridge filled with a horde of shackled emotions, am I, Trifle feelings loiter within me, until she elicits them out, Wizened by time, she knows that otherwise I might turn mordacious... God ......Read the rest...

...Bang! Bang! Who shot and killed Jeanette and Harvey Crewe? By whose hand was their blood spilled? The cops they surely knew. Two fatal shots rang out that day and to a grisly murd......Read the rest...

...What have been sayin’ It's only Saturday Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche Father in the kitchen Eats his check away Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche Don’t you shake and shiver ......Read the rest...

...I load the plastic bullet of light to penetrate the ageless night, I empty the cardboard cartridge, packed in foil. Every dusk; load, aim, fire. Every dawn; load, aim, fire. Every shot is a......Read the rest...

...I load the plastic bullet of light to penetrate the ageless night, I empty the cardboard cartridge, packed in foil. Every dusk; load, aim, fire. Every dawn; load, aim, fire. Every shot is a......Read the rest...

...While vehicle underwent routine oil change today... At Norm's Save Station 551 Gravel Pike, Collegeville, Pennsylvania, yours truly suddenly realized fifty eight years earlier (a preschooler l......Read the rest...

...The Virginia Hermaphrodite (Bennet’s Farm, Jamestowne, 1629) Your Honors, Gentlemen of the Council, Ask me– how it is that I am brought here? Stepping out of church, bothering no one, I was of......Read the rest...

...you release my quill from dried out surrender spell from a fountain of compassion and hope poet tree in motion when blanks fill my space book end of beginnings ......Read the rest...

...When apocryphal bedlam spreads its crazy pinions Fake news holds court in the newspaper's dominion Incessant lies convert to self-righteous 'truth' in print I light a fire with a fact ......Read the rest...

...One size does not fit all and the shoe horn stuck out Tim shooed away foot prints ghosts and memories When the clock struck midnight at the end of the year Not much had differed when the fir......Read the rest...