Some men keep real cool at gunpoint
Having been swimming in the company of the military,
The nozzles of guns surveying in moments solitary:
Witnesses to soldiers dipping their fingers in wallets
For the purchase of that spitting out the bullets.
Some men keep grinning at gunpoint,
Because at them pistols have been pointed many times
And no ugly story followed the smiles;
It shall always be a nice evening story by firesides.
Some men choose to be absentminded at gunpoint,
When sure they are that the thing will happen
And already glimpse the bullet their brains open:
One’s best bet to start visualizing the after- life
forgetting everything including one’s wife.
Man can be cynical at gunpoint,
When fixated his mind is upon a notion
Whose abandonment would cost him a demotion
The watchword of unwavering Arabs
Between the Healthy and the On-Tabs .
But should any man be unmanned at gunpoint
Following a menacing loosening of the thing’s safety catch
Behind a door complete with a latch
A hang man’s look on the faces of the Gang
Thinking of nothing else but the loud bang.
Categories:
gunpoint, anxiety, courage, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
Man is often nervous at gunpoint,
Speedily answering an unasked question,
Bank account details releasing as a rescuing option;
Mr. Pile would scatter what he’d long piled up,
Ready for a new relationship with a plastic cup.
Man reveals peculiar intelligence at gun point,
Wonderfully streamlining every bogus speech,
A Breathing Ingenuity, magically of a peach:
The Fittest for an ambassadorial job,
From him taken, one did him rob.
Some men strike up humour at gunpoint,
Facing fingers patient on the trigger
And ears for stories with their surprises getting bigger;
A lurking hope the enemy would turn a friend
And a downright embarrassment come to an end.
Some men take risks at gunpoint,
Sticking to their ungovernable temper;
A crazy belief it makes matters simpler,
At worst, their hostage taker raves but soon is back
While they freely walk away, on their body no crack.
Some men get romantic at gunpoint,
When the pointer is the opposite sex
And her inviting looks summon his Present or Ex;
More thoughts of sweet sex than bitter death,
More memories of Love Gardens than a heath.
Categories:
gunpoint, anxiety, character, courage, grief,
Form: Rhyme
They all have their guns
Aimed at the face of freedom
There's nowhere to run.
Categories:
gunpoint, freedom, war,
Form: Haiku
(This is a fictional poem)
Two months ago I decided to visit another state.
I thought it would be fun but it turned out not to be so great.
As I walked by Lindsay Lohan's house, I heard a loud cry.
I ran in her yard and saw her being held at gunpoint by a strange guy.
He was enraged and he wanted her dead.
He threatened to pull the trigger as he held the gun to her head.
I tried to reason with him but he shot me in the shoulder.
I fell to the ground and decided to make a move that was bolder.
When I got up, I threw a handful of dirt in his eyes.
I kicked the gun out of his hand and then I clobbered the guy.
Lindsay offered me a reward but I turned it down.
I already got a reward just by knowing that she's still around.
Categories:
gunpoint, adventure, angst, places, me,
Form: I do not know?
Everything flashes like a slideshow,
your faculties refuse to comprehend.
Aborted chances, lost opportunities--
a stretched truth of an endless nightmare.
Justice-hungry innards hammer inside,
a perpetual defiance mounting.
seething emotion turning to stark emptiness,
misery gnawing from trumped-up promises.
Hope-starved and shackled by iniquity,
tears flood deep into your soul.
Fears and regrets grip your heart,
your stifled screams remain unheard.
Gouged, grated,
stripped down to nakedness...
you take one last breath of freedom;
before the shadows of greed
usurp the lifeblood from your veins.
Categories:
gunpoint, allegory,
Form: Free verse