Long Guns Poems
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Wooden Tales
What’s that growing on the swamp tree there?
Is it hair combing in the wind blown so long
From a bear like thing blending in with darkened bark?
We track giant prints through bush and black
And back woods with flashlights, slim jims and guns
It hides so perfectly with natural underbrush
Hunch backed and growling
Was that leaves or hair shaking in the wind
Creeping closer? What’s that moving over there?
Closing in on mortal men?
What is that moving in the forest mist?
BiG Foot is after us
We hunt it till it captures us
Created by: Earl Schumacker on 4/25/15 for “BIGF FOOT” Poetry Contest sponsored by: PD (perhaps not SKAT A)
Guns are great guns are good let us thank them for our food.
Upon the table our food is placed, we have our home by God's good grace.
By our weapons our home protected, our safety and peace we have elected.
Take our guns and take our life, place upon us a world of strife.
If the leaders take my rights, there will be many fights!
If they come to take my bed, my guns my home, hear what I said...
I will not go without a fight! Another will die to keep his right!
I will not give I will not take, I will never, pull up stake...
This world has become and abomination, under the rule of the Obamanation
Impeach, remove do what needs done, but no one will ever take my gun!
In a Texas commercial circus
the journey is set
vehicled by hormonal energy
beginning from the cashier's tag
well placed on her blue shirt
exactly on her very firm left Breast
with the name "Carmen"
The route of desires
his wants drive through
having a static attention
on her mammary glands
but the Life in him, already as far as Bremen.
Engineered by libido so troublesome
which takes it guns, even in no provocation.
Just usual bare skin
stimulates the production of his semen
and simple feminine curves
blacken his mind with bitumen
as part of him
slides down the huge lumen
of intense sexual intentions.
He places the General's rank
on his 'small head'
then the big one becomes void of all acumen.
Eyes fixed, body static, lips separated
all these, irritating the nearby women
as this middle-aged being
drops to the lowest point of all men.
Planning on a tour below her abdomen
his road trip revolve round her hymen
a well covered pretty damsel
yet he sees as flesh full of foramens
in a place far from a serenity of physical intimacy
yet somehow he falls for an unforeseen trap
of infernos desires.
His heart, the only villain
as it rejects any deal with this sudden natural cause.
A flood of laughter and jeers
welcome his total presence once again,
he tries to wave off the premonition of a bad omen
not knowing, to the corruption of his thoughts
his 'third leg' all along has been saying AMEN!
"Triple Helix from the Hip"
Triple helix
stanzas
strung together
like pearls
wisdom worn
and swallowed
like a pill
sweet and
bitter
they evolve
those others
from their bad dreams
like poetry
cradling their
purity in sentences
that speak their godliness
as if they
have done no wrong
shooting nonchalantly
from the hip
killing their nemesis
silently with dark strokes
like bullets
from guns, cowboys
toting innocence
they evolve
golden
and terrible
hissing as they hymn
like sleek green
reptilians
they take cheap shots
of triple helix like rum
they breathe it in
and expel it
like steam, lit
on fire
from
their sewers
of nowhere
some kind
of contesting
baptism, immersed in
garbage
if only they could
extinguish the lesser chord
that which exists within them
but they are
oblivious to the
nature of their true self
they’re pure
without fault
condensed and sweetened
disingenuous
glowing unicorns
with very loose horns
blown, as if they’ve never
done no wrong
listing remedies
from solitary minds
that sink their fangs
and glistening smiles
into the gormless
congregation
like rattlesnakes
strange medicine men
they portend
survival
against all odds
even
death
the unacknowledged
who don’t remember
where they sit
at any table
yet,
they'll write their
way in
they are necessary
the true lost,
they are a new evolution
dripping adulation
in baptismal fonts
of dopamine
marking their
poetic vanity
on humanity
like they
crushed a
slam dunk
on sanity
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"they were human once"...
Innocent lives lost and critically injured by the hands of a Maniac who couldn't stand to see a Man kissing another Male figure.
Why must there be so much hatred accompanied by Religious war ? Correct me if I'm wrong but last I heard there was only 1 Almighty Lord.
You attack us with intent to instill fear failing to realize that when a sleeping Giant rises, America will be a force to reckon with bringing to life your worst unimaginable fear.
Fear not Guns Ammunition and Weaponry in general for they are all lifeless pieces of metal, For those objects only cause destruction via hands of the soulless and heartless waste of semen with his or her finger on the trigger.
I pray for America and United States Territories to unite and band together and show these terrorist that We shall be stronger than ever with God in our souls. Whether White, Black, Latino, Asian, Gay Straight or switched gender roles may we be united by Heart and a Thunderous Pulse. ™©
By: Shawn Muñoz
WHAT IF....
What if we thought of creative solutions
to issues like drugs and pollution,
poverty and munitions,
crime and overpopulation?
What if every chick and chap,
put on their creative thinking cap?
What if we sold everyone a perpetual phone?
Instead of guns, no one would be alone....
Connect everyone to the worldwide web,
All humans in Jung's vast collective,
One connected global race,
Smile's on every human face.
What if no one was taught bigotry,
One global humanity to be free,
What if we taught all kids to walk away,
Say 'no' to bullies and drugs each day?
What if there were more creative solutions,
Ideas for freedom from these pollutions?
What if all the chicks and chaps,
Did put on creative thinking caps?
Positives, instead of negative strife,
Yes, What if's could change everyone's life!
He befriended charisma, exuding charm,
He had the wit and grace with a story.
Pants were ironed, black suit with cuffs,
And a tie in all of its glory.
He wanted to be just like James Bond,
When Bond was in his prime.
Instead of sitting gun safety class he said,
“Trust me. I do this all of the time.”
Then there was the youthful wandering teen,
Showing off to all of his friends.
“Don’t worry, it’s not loaded” he said one day,
You can guess at how that ends.
And, of course, the bigoted clown of a guy,
Always drinking and joking for fun.
“Hey, hold my beer and watch this” he said,
He should have fixed that broken shot gun.
Guns easily allow death by misadventure,
Much simpler than using a knife.
Banning guns works at not killing ourselves,
At giving us a safe, happy life.
Weapons of mass fury
Locked and loaded
watching the media Snow
falling on tombstones
Blinding the world
fury for the masses
raise our glasses pour the wine
Lets toast the insane
in the consciousness
of the sublime the
memory of a nation
Watch the world burn
feeling the heart a blaze
see the child watching
TV of guns and violence
hear the music of deaths destruction
Heavy cords and screaming
reeling in Glee
Words praise darkness
in hallowed be your name
dark seed is planted
theory for the masses
Conspiracy is king
Shadows is Q-ueen
See the weapon smoking lies
in the streets a bullet in the chest
of the beloved the rain sweeps
the ashes away
fury for the masses let it snow
lock and load
Santa could you help me out, I’m in a dozen shades of doubt
Half the world is ‘weapons out’, all the rest just scream and shout
“Don’t do this and don’t do that, would you kindly pause your spat?”
Arms dealers are getting fat… I can’t afford to heat my flat
Grain and fuel are pricing high, body bags in short supply
And thousands duck yet thousands die
But Santa it’s the time of year to spread a little Christmas cheer
And let those that wont listen hear the guns fall silent far and near
So Santa could you help me out and sprinkle your goodwill about
To link the arms of atheist, agnostic and devout
For whilst so many gods abound at every compass point around
Can there not be a middle ground
But all the world says, “We’re the good,” or, “You’re the villain in the hood,”
Or, “You will soon be gone for good.” And diplomats are blocks of wood.
So Santa can you clarify the who, the what, the where, the why
For far away the people cry and one man says that nukes may fly
So war may soon be hereabout, I hope we have sufficient clout
Hey, Santa, could you help us out?
Comments
Some comments from famous senior poets,
Few giggles from my younger poets,
And the day goes bright and is done,
And seems the whole world I have won !
And surprisingly a sweet tribute,
Leaves me wordless and mute,
Wow Heavens is this poetry soup,
Never knew existed such an amazing group,
Such a spirit of positive comments,
Creative learning and joyous moments,
Though never got some negative ones,
But really am scared of shots and guns,
Sensitivity and emotions thy name is poet,
Negative comments are certain to cause hurt,
Why sadden someone at the end of the day,
If can't be positive, keep your words at bay!
August 20th, 2014
For contest 'Comments' by Jack Horne
Awarded 1st place