Firearms Poems

The Focal Point

No longer Bible does appear 
The guarantee of truth
In court 

No longer the presumption works
As guilty they're fact

No longer Jury can decide

I am off the Law Enforcement 
For the Computation 
Of the Military Pact

The Hitler broke the Diplomatic the Convention

Your tactical is tact
Your focal point 

Do concentrate
You must be targeting your fire 
Horizons your event 
What's your intention's the desire? 

You might be doing firearms for sport
But not for the collection of your arsenal
Civilian Defense?

Why selling rifles the assault 
So freely as they are specific instruments of mine 

There is military,  there is civil sports

There are the rules of safety handling arms and fire 

Control your own arms today
As war of Law now works with neuroscience 

Cartoons for kids today exist for business so they would be buying

Pardon My French

The most feckless corrupt Pres in living memory pardons his grifter son. 


But not just for deliberately evading taxes and firearms violations. No, Joe went further. His pardon includes all offences he may or may not have committed back to Jan 1 2014 which coincidentally gives him immunity for his time as a Burisma board member as a crackhead earning millions of dollars in Ukraine and influence peddling selling access deals to Russian oligarchs and Chinese companies aligned with the Chinese Communist Party. All with daddy’s knowledge and approval. 

Well pardon my French but that is a f***in’ disgrace!

The Battle Zone

There are unending fired shots
which keeps one on their toes 
to always push to be great.
Bullets emanates from varied firearms; 
where some targets are locked in, 
some aimed at and others 
to be picked by stray bullets. 
One has the chance to either retreat
or face their fears.
Retreating saves a part of you 
but equally makes you weak. 
The brave shields and fight back 
with fierce resistance.
Surprise counters at times 
downplays opponents' perceptions 
and mindsets about situations. 
This sometimes equals victory.
And such resultant wins, 
equates to being given a trophy
at the negotiation table.

Human Peace

When you witness that
Humans have turned against each other
Rebel against one's own self
Antagonistic to all living things.

Large quantities of firearms and ammunition on hand
Missiles of the highest caliber
That's enough to wipe out Earth several times over

Forget about global peace any time soon.

Nwfp 9c

Drug trafficking groups Triple 111,Triple 222 and Triple 3 are responsible for transporting hundreds of thousands of methamphetamine,fentanyl pills,heroin, cocaine,and other dangerous drugs..Drug and Land Mafias are bringing large Loads of meth,heroin,fentanyl and cocaine from Torkham across the border KPK..There are 11 locations throughout KPK and NWFP..They deal in firearms, drugs,as well as high-capacity arms and ammunition..Wing Commander Major Adil Raja indicted to take one crore each month..Smugglers are bringing large loads of meth,heroin,fentanyl and cocaine from Afghan across the border..Drug Mafia organization continued to transport their drugs throughout the District and agency is aware of the Fact..This is how things work in Islami Jamhori Pakistan..

Firearms For Sale

Firearms for sale
Come and get them now.
Our rifles are fine
Our shotguns are a wow!

So you can’t come by today, Chet?
That’s okay. Buy them on the Internet.
How much easier can it be?
So many sold nice and illegally.

Fire arms for sale.  Oh. You are only ten?
Well, we have to make allowances now and again.
Step right up and show me your cash.
We’ll get you a shotgun in an Iowa flash.

Who’s that young kid standing outside?
Tell him to come in; we won’t make fun or chide.
All he has to have is real USA money.
Just ask my sister, Rough and Ready Rita Gunny.

This Has Got To Stop

This has got to stop: Killing our citizens and Police Officers. Fourteen and thirteen year olds by their counterparts, this must stop. We have lost two very virbrant Officers of the Police Department, this can't continue. 

It makes me fear my going out and coming in. Praying it's not my turn. All the lives taken are from people who have not reached their full potential in life. Why? We cannot just stand and look, We cannot just look? What can be done? 
It is more than sad, going to young people's funerals. Just tell the reason for this senseless violence. 

I am a senior and can't understand why this has to be. Is it the laws we have made, that no longer protects us? Have the people changed so drastically, there is nothing to be done? Is it necessary for everyone to walk with firearms? Tell me what is happening.Can we not go back to civilize behavior. Where is all this hate coming from?

I pray no wars between states again. Have we not learned anything?

Howzit Howitzer

Howja geddit by firearms?
Gotta back to Semtex rams?
As the world warms
societies suffer dying fams

Letcha now my Lucid
Insanity and conflict did
Homes were demolished to rid
Livelihoods rubbled unsplendid

Why ju tay kit the life driven
Kissing catalyst of counterbidden
Every whisper hafta fill emotional burden 
Wanna dance oh handmaiden?

This is so aptly my meow
Howzit going your salty war blow?
Whajoo do with it till now?
Begging in peace row

Walking tall to move
Wrapped blue groove
Gotcha embark my love
Lemme in and go my hove

Stop Gun Risk

Serious outcomes and rude terms correlated to gun
Threats of violence and death, as well as viciousness 
Obviously, there would be thousands of gun battles
People have died with proper firearms, but how many?
             
Guns cannot be self-loaded, nor can they be self-fired.
Utilization of weapons should be restricted to self-defense.
Number of guns is greater than the population.

Removing weapons is preferable to erase the human race.
Imagine there is no evil firearm; will humans be gracious?
Shooting is still active thus, and mass murders persist.
Kindness Is it unjust to wish for a life free of gun violence?

Written April 23, 2021

For GUNS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco

Safe Yank

Safe Yank
The American was a typical man of his breed
Loving guns and weapons and ammunitions
He had a huge collection of firearms at home
Well over 300 rifles and hand guns of all kinds
From Red China via Albania to Belgium
And American editions along with Russian
He went to the range twice a week to shoot
Keeping up his proficiency in case of threat
Whether the threat of Communist invasion
Or Muslim extremists targeting malls and buses
He was ready to go and all set for the war
His bunker was prepped for the Boogaloo
If it happened was a different matter
In his head he’d fought it a hundred times
With a dozen different battle plans
He won every single time for he was right
With the best training intent and will power
Plus Sweet Lord Jesus was on his side
What could possibly go wrong in war?
It would come calling soon enough





MAJOR INSOMNIA
CORPORAL SLEEP
Nick Armbrister and other writers

Kidnappers

Guys eyeing a staggering ransom
And willing to unleash the gruesome
The senders to follow their uncomfortable instructions
Or get ready for the unpleasant ructions.

In a matter of minutes gagging protesting lips
On disobedient backs landing punitive whips
A chaining of the resisting limb,
Hopes of rescue making slim.

In unthinkable venue detaining their captive
Before him testing their firearms bloody active 
Any twist or turn attracting a warning shot
Unplanned funny moments punches tropically hot.

A hostage wishes things won't be savage
A dumping all day long like garbage,
His voice at the mercy of silencing sellotape
Body to the immovable tied against escape.

Kidnappers like bandits behave
Thesame choices of weapons making
Between knives so razor sharp they can shave
And hand guns that won't injury be faking.

Lest We Forget

Lest We Forget

The haunting echoes of battlefields, so very long ago
Lost in the solemn ancient eyes of pain, sorrow and woe
Memoirs of scars, lost limbs and countless medals worn
Memories of fallen, lost comrades in arms that they morn

The sacrifices made by the these band of brothers
They fought as one, unselfish bravery like no other
Forever entrenched into their minds and their soul
They fought, each battlefield, winning the only goal

Fighting side by side, strangers, brothers in arms
In the city’s, towns and jungles, carrying firearms 
Giving all they had, willing to laying down their lives
Seeing the bloodshed, all those who did not survive

To all our fallen soldiers, lost on some foreign soil
For all the wars fought , each battle fiercely embroiled 
To all who served, who serve still, in god’s grace they be
Lest we forget the sacrifice they gave for us to be free

Mein Kampf Self Imprisoned Gulag

Mein Kampf...Self Imprisoned Gulag

Onset of conception wrought significant
destructive quantum sized genetic quark
invisible, fissile, and congenital skull,
sans crossbones deathmark

scythe kill logical metastatic
psychic path head shrinking Reichsmark
financial reparation taxed this human bark
at peril of ark

covenant fomenting incruent
lacerating psychological ordeal
triggering mythological hound fierce bark
king Cerberus from Hades

bajillion times more
ferocious than a shark
oppressive teeth gnashing
jawbreaking, human prey stark

dead meat, bleak fin de siecle lifespan
razor sharp teeth trademark
death sentence worse
than totalitarian regime,

emasculating, defeating, crushing any spark
to muster livingsocial jackknifing
sole ambition waiting, Clark
Kent (alias superman) powerless,

thus letting me die non staining watermark
as permanent solution
freeing relentless gravestone mark
piercing, sundering, and vitiating

against nemesis, sans panic attacks
exacerbated by infiltrated FARC
militia firearms at the ready,
where soul will peacefully park
amidst cognoscenti immune to snark!

For the Fallen In Flanders Field

Famished and flagging footsoldiers;
facing fatigue, fitful fever,
faeces and foul, foetid fungi.
Fostering feelings, frustrated,
for this faraway, foreign field.

Forays so fraught with fine failure;
forfeiting furtive and fiendish,
fatally fettered from the first.
Forged by such fatuous fawners,
for folly to feud for a field.

Forced forwards with fleetness of foot;
firearms flash and fragments fly far,
feigning the firmament aflame.
Forces fight so ferociously,
fratricide set free on this field.

Forthright and filial feelings;
families of fine forefathers,
fought fiercely, for fear we’d forget.
Familiar flora forms focus,
for the fallen in Flanders Field.

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8 syallables on every line (www.howmanysyllables.com)
November 2018

Entered in Brian Strand's "Contest No 515".
(1st Place)

I wanted to do something special - and a bit different - to mark the centenary of the end of The Great War (11 November 1918).  This poem is dedicated to all the brave souls lost defending freedom during that terrible conflict (and all conflicts since).

A Political Ploy

She abandoned her home and friends, in fear
of brutal gangs pushing drugs and firearms.
And walked for months to reach the US border;
where ICE agents yanked her child from her arms.

No amount of begging could deter them,
and she's handcuffed, her child taken away.
Asylum seekers, denied a trial
where a judge decides if they get to stay.

They refused to say where they took her boy,
citing that all illegals get bused back.
And it was up to her to locate him;
proclaiming it wasn't their job to keep track.

Please, God, I beg You, help her find her boy:
he is more than a political ploy.

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