Loaded Poems - Poems about Loaded

Loaded Potato

Loaded Potato 
I’m not talking about food 
Just people in general 
No accountability 
No responsibilities 
Actions that affect others around you 
Poor choices 
Always excuses 
Putting the blame on someone else 
Like a loaded potato 
Two many toppings 
Always lying 
Always running away 
Always arguing 
They want their independence 
With no life experiences 
Always rebellious

Fully loaded

How many will stand up for their Faith 
when the devil gets his grip 
agendas change  
There is nothing but control over certain rights 
in mind, body and broken spirits 
deluded by false humility 
Take a good hard look at yourself fake or real 
certain symbolic gestures like pretending to care about welfare 
at

Fully Loaded

When I arise in the morning, after “Thank you, God!” I often ask,
Am I fully loaded for this day to meet and complete my many tasks?

Have I spent the necessary time in thoughtful contemplation,
And calmed my overactive mind with deep yoga meditation?

Am I free from negative, nagging dark moods and fitful emotions?
Can I rise to

I Wear My Gun Easily, Loaded Well At Night

I Wear My Gun Easily, Loaded Well At Night

I meet my sacrifice with ample gratitude
Although with muted tongue, my ghost sings loudly
That crystal indifference soothes my attitude
None sing romance so damn righteously or proudly
Although never crowned prince nor pauper I be
My fighting sword and armor is polished gold
Sail I my ship and crew across dark,

Loaded Images

Put on a brash label
That a collector's get moist
Upgrade his shelf level
Nevermind the cracked old vinyl voice

One of the four divisions
Spend bread when it meets the eye
the same scan with precision
Just those loaded images don't satisfy

Loaded Guns

Loaded Guns.
.
Windblown flosating discarded carrier bag
On an empty city street
The eerie silence of a ghost town
No mass of people and pounding feet
.
Rows of abandoned shops boarded up
And closed down
Rats breed like rats
And in daylight as night
Crawl around
.
The steam that used to flow with traffic
Now empty and dried up
Like the bars in which
We used to sup
.
Broken

Fully Loaded

sexy lips with a taste of wine a twist of beer- engaging large truck

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Locked N Loaded

The barrel is oiled and it’s ready to go,
ammo’s in the magazine ready to flow
Universal cover mode, unsure who will show
Finger on the trigger now, I’m ready to blow

True to my sights so don’t show your face
I see you in the shadows now, full of disgrace
hiding in a basement cause you know I’m an ace
Running

Cocked and Loaded

"We were cocked and loaded," Trump said*
His face turning orange then red
For Donald was tardy
To Kavanaugh's party
Since Iran fixed his squeaky bed 

*Proof that Trump hears only what he wants to hear

Loaded For Bear, Cocked and Pointed

This vexing pencil in turgid fingers I gracelessly hold
  Sorcerer's lead conjures up casuistic captions, fools' gold

My peripatetic purple pen winks at my commands
  Dancing to a distant drummer on sun-scorched parchment sands

A cunning keyboard mocks me, in cast-iron briefcase locked
  Contrarian bent, loaded for bear, at my Muse pointed and cocked

What

Loaded

loaded
           full of crap
not nearly enough
                                     powder
  

Perspectives

She is Trouble,
but she does not want to be.
She is a Loaded Gun,
That desires to protect.
But everyone who handles her
keeps tilting her in angles 
that point her 
straight at their heads.

My Pen Is Loaded

My pen is loaded and I'm not taking any prisoners
I've been held hostage by depression for too long, so I'm sorry for not having many visitors 
I've been going through it, and have spent many nights fighting 
But now I'm back with a pen that's as powerful as a punch from Mike Tyson 
I'm the

Loaded

loaded silence
cocked
and fired



Published in Bottle Rockets Press #47

Posted on September 1, 2018

If the Diaper's Loaded, Change It

Is your mind in the gutter,
full of what you shouldn't utter?
  Or perhaps it's your conscience
  which eats you alive with slanderous nonsense--
  about your ex, matters of sex, or your neighbor's pecs?

Heh-heh, join the club, bub.
You're not going to drown in this tub
  --Glub, glub, glub--
You won't necessarily be snubbed
Or

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