top shop and racism
It has happened again it appears fortnightly now
a posh shop has been robbed in the purest of daylight
that's about 12.30
all the fur and other expensive stuff were grabbed and
carried out to a waiting car, where passers- see but
do not interfere with the ongoing theft.
Not reacting, turning a blind eye might, be the best
way to survive in a country obsessed with handguns
used by thieves with no fear of the law
Here we come into a racial issue when a big heist like
this happened and the perpetrators were white
the reporter with the emphasis they, the thieves are wite
If the assailants are black the color of their skin will not
be mentioned for fear people will call this racism
The truth of the matter is most of the big operation
of thieving is done by black people not say, this and
pretend otherwise does not do anyone a service
If we get to the point that white people are actively
fearful of black people, we see the making of a civil war
Categories:
handguns, absence, abuse, boat,
Form: Blank verse
Wads of Bazooka Joe under my seat
cigarette smoke in the john
Butting in line for some 'mystery meat'
giggling at boys with a 'hard-on'
This was the kind of mischief we made ~
before handguns replaced baseball card trades
Categories:
handguns, history, nostalgia, school, today,
Form: Rhyme
It was always for the dyeing.
See the amazing
two headed asexual
gang of socialite housewives
revealed on prime time
for their anti-social media
love for handguns god N bubblegum.
Fury for the Masses.
The world is a stage
while the media is the ringmaster.
See the worker drone,
secretary, CEO of corporation greed go
militaristic and dispense
its own brand of prime time primal justice,
as gang banger teenager transient militant
Aspires for 15 minutes of fame,
Eternal shame
Each one a you tube star
or tick tock dance god
Each out for blood
out of time
out of work,
out for sex
out for violence
kill you for nothing
at all but because
it’s something to do
on a Saturday night
or the bank note you tote
drugs must flow
as the beat drops and grows
Fury for the Masses...
Categories:
handguns, addiction, america, anger, animal,
Form: Free verse
Peace on Earth, Oh, We Will Not Comply
Days of Mirth, No, We Will Not Comply
Raise Our Rifles, Help the People Die
Laws Are Trifles, We Will Not Comply.
Categories:
handguns, evil, march, parody, political,
Form: Lyric
Last Time I was in Paris
Fine rain, open umbrella sit on the balcony of a hotel overlooking
Haussmann – Saint Lazare. A throng of people, but something has changed,
people drink Starbuck coffee and eat burgers on the hoof.
Old restaurants are closing or converted to fast-food joints.
I sigh and drink from a bottle of Bordeaux to avoid getting rainwater
in my wine, Jesus made wine out of water, no need to reverse it.
This place together with rue d’Amsterdam used to be where the posh people
lived and now, safe for the ruddy scrap yard tower, this could have been
downtown Chicago with fewer handguns.
Categories:
handguns, anger, anti bullying, arabic,
Form: Blank verse
Zeros And Ones
Written By. D. Collins 2/25/16
If we read the language of zeros and ones.
We could plot distance far, beyond the sun.
Each binary digit, which only means two.
Is what the Mayans and Aztecs already knew.
An infinite amount of stuff can be represented.
Each cell of matter is tied all up in it.
It’s the one and two. The Alpha and Omega.
The stuff that’ll make true drama hate ‘ya.
Using zeros and ones explains all religions.
God came from the sky “smiting” with precision.
He probably uses the theory of zeros and ones.
Far more advanced than our standard handguns.
So, when the **** hits the fan, where’ll you be?
Knowing the language, or hiding under a tree?
Zeros and ones is how we’ll communicate.
The universal language known throughout space.
Categories:
handguns, computer,
Form: Sonnet
Deaths of Two Roanoke Reporters
As we progress along but some times precursor
To things happening and then becoming worser
Again, another bad thing just had been done
Reporter and photographer were shot by a handgun.
Not only that, on live TV all of this was reported
A women to be interviewed was being escorted
To a place where there was to be an interview
Which is when a terrible thing they did ensue.
Both by a handgun were completely shot dead
Into there beautiful bodies that bled and bled
No longer alive and never with us ever again
Surely having a handgun is truly such a sin.
From a lot and many I might raise some static
But what if I were to take a huge, big magnet
Have it in a helicopter and then start to swing
Into custody all of the handguns start to bring.
This may all sound completely absurd to you
After all this terror and horror we went through
Many of us still may not know what is best
We are open to anything you have to suggest.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Categories:
handguns, death, horror,
Form: Couplet
RUSSIAN ROULETTE
Let’s amuse ourselves
playing a novel
diversion
a contested match
relatively brave
perversion
Rules are a painless
tranquil and soothing
excursion
two weapons of fun
comic tragedy
immersion
Loading of handguns
all blanks except one
insertion
metal to the head
trigger finger tight
explosion
Ingenuous
Oblivion
In
Legitimate
Version
© Kim van Breda—31 October 2014
Categories:
handguns, introspection, irony, satire,
Form: Rhyme
A week in Spain, the Pyranees, a picturesque drive
from Barcelona, where I had not thought to become the owner
of sanity once more, there, where the command of a
mountain is to Look Up, leave the roiling band of unrest
over airways, TV screens, the front page unquiet
conversation we are accustomed to in our Nation,
no escape from that, except in rarified altitudes of no rape.
un-civil wars, terrorism, assaults with handguns, students killed
in classrooms. "Loony Tunes" play in this country we love,
America, and abroad a Middle East in crisis. It's a given,
said my husband, born Algerian: no peace, No Peace.
So, home again, I said, standing in a postal queue,
Mazel Tov to absence of all this among the hills
of rural Spain, where, Yes, there's rain, but much less
pain. The postal clerk was unkind, he said,
Girl? Why Mazel Tov? When here you could
have merely turned your television off.
Categories:
handguns, mountains,
Form: Dramatic Verse
El Condor Pasa means Flight of the Condor
Song preformed by Simon and Garfunkel
I'd rather be a
sparrow than a snail
Yes I would
If I could
I surely would.
(Do you remember this one?)
The Buzzard
Watching the buzzard up high
Circling in the clear blue sky
Catching the air currents, free
Looking down on you and me
Searching for nourishment, meat
As he circles what does he see
His homeland, his dead tree
A great country that's still free
A homeland riddled with crime
No longer really safe, nor free
Freedom to leave doors unlocked
Cars no longer safe to just park
Maybe the buzzard is waiting
To feed, on filth that rules
The streets with crime, drugs
Handguns wildly handled
(Unfinished and rhymes somewhat. Can you think from news of something to
add?)
Categories:
handguns, animals, death, imagination, life,
Form: Rhyme