Written & Posted, 3rd January 2025
For the International Contest, CHOOSE A 2025 POSTED POEM
Sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 4th January 2025 (Second Place)
Poem of the day - 5th January 2025
I checked my watch and checked my phone,
but everyone’s in a different zone,
Eastern, Central, Mountain, Pacific,
maybe I should be more specific,
the dollar says in god we trust,
but love thy neighbour bit the dust,
I wasn't feeling all too great,
after that late night altered state,
shining my leather mourning shoes,
watching weather and breakfast news,
a gunman shot the truth today,
the eagle had been blown away
so had the snow white turtle dove,
won’t somebody tell me, what time is love?
Categories:
gunman, 10th grade, america, love,
Form: Rhyme
Unholy Gunman
A change in shift time 2 hours earlier means just that
Less sleep and broken rest feel like a ing dead dog
Oh my ing Satan help heal my wounded body!
How can I feel like this and be alive it’s so wrong
But not to worry I’ve a job to do and do it I will
They pay me peanuts and treat me like a monkey
On the bars I will swing and put on a show
Time to fire up the moped and go and kill
Got my 45 ready to plug some people a lot!
Bigger body count the better Devil pays me well
Being tired makes me numb not slow as I’m fast
I can do a karate bout without 3 days sleep
Riding a moped and randomly shooting is easy
Each shot a kill maybe Lucifer aims for me?
Anyhow I got 4 kills today all random and dead
They’ll never catch me you notice me later
When I’ve gone I had blond hair when it’s black
Me the Unholy gun man with little sleep
Out there doing my job so my boss gets his souls
I’ll sleep a little better today as I got 4 kills…
Categories:
gunman, angst, anxiety, crazy, death,
Form: Blank verse
Forty nine people were shut down,
that Sunday morning was very sad;
sunrise came and mourned their death,
I grieved for the souls of all the innocent!
" Damned be the one who pulled the quick trigger,
who seeks pleasure in blood should be accursed!"
My judgement may sound too repulsive and harsh,
but doesn't a loving god, by any name, hate a killer?
May God stop the hand of the next killer,
the premeditated bloodshed in his evil mind;
may his plan fail before he attempts to kill:
one less gunman, a hundreds lives saved!
A Nation in chaos, fear keeps on increasing, folks run
to safety, a very tough President is needed immediately;
a soft heart must be replaced by a hard one: make no
single weapon available to the murderer, stop him cold!
May God stop the hand of the next gunman
whose madness is steeped in anger and hatred;
be vigilant, do it for your family, do it for others:
you can put the smile back on everybody's face!
Written on 6/22/ 2016
Categories:
gunman, death, evil, feelings, god,
Form: Free verse
I sit here poised and ready, slip the thong off of my gun;
I saw him when he walked in, No good son of a gun;
Half the men here recognize him, when he strode through the door;
The room is taught with anger; we’re fixing to mop the floor;
He ordered up a tall one and threw a glance around the room;
I remember my good buddy, he sent on up the flume;
Tombstone was where it happened, that drifter came to town;
Johnny was loud mouthing, when the drifter shot him down;
Now Johnny was a hard case, but he had him lots of friends;
And most of us in this here bar were there when he met his end;
I toss a glance off to my left and drop my hand down to my colt;
He was staring down my barrel when the drifter tried to bolt;
I hit the ground a running and I pulled that hammer back;
Today ended in bloody revenge, that was the end of Zack…
Categories:
gunman, adventure,
Form: Couplet
With the gun to my head
the gunman weeps
I am young
I have lost so much
you will be my release
much pain have i felt
in so short a time
many have I lost
still close
but too far to reach
I have given love
and not received
I have nothing to lose
He is in the shadows
waiting
as i hold the gun to my head
to relieve myself
of the pain I feel
and the love I do not
Categories:
gunman, confusion, love, sad, pain,
Form: I do not know?