Long Shots Poems

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E and E

It's over
I'm done.
Lungs burning, legs jelly.
Each step brings 
A new level of pain.
I need to stop for a minute,
Just one minute.
Stopping however,
Is not an option.
Delivery is essential.
Lives depend on my
Continual forward movement.
Sounds of men and machines
Drift in on the wind.
Must keep moving.
Attempts at diversion and distraction
Seem to have proven futile.
The weather is a blessing.
Overcast skies render
The ever-present eye in the sky
Ineffective.
A single shot
Snaps me back to attention - 
To reality.
I must push on
Keep moving,
Fighting against my body
And my will.
Where exactly am I?
How much farther?
Fatigue and darkness
Disguise once familiar terrain.
My pursuit is closing.
Must keep moving
Commands now clearly heard 
From just over the last ridge.
It won't be long now
Until I'm overtaken.
Must keep moving.
Wait, what is that?
I know this place.
Not too far now,
Just a few more minutes.
Shots increase in frequency.
Zips and snaps swarm
Around my head.
Nearby trees explode
Sending woody shrapnel
Into my side and face.
Must keep moving.
So close now,
I can see my objective.
Shouldn't there be help here?
Where are they?
Am I in the right place?
One final surge
One last push.
...umph...
Oh no.
Form:


The Hunt

Warm sun glided across the dewy sky
Guns ready the Maharaja astride his horse
The green forest spread his vast arms
Beckoning hunters from far and wide
The prize, a tiger in his prime
Nerves tingling the men ventured forth
Deep within the heart stood the waterhole
Silence broken by an occasional monkey call
The tiger watched their progress with interest
The jittery deer ran around the glade
Yellow eyes followed the Maharaja
Sambhar alerted the hunters of his mighty presence
Guns ready the men advanced
The tiger glided amid the bamboo
Shots ranged all over the jungle
The yellow eyes looked into the brown
The maharaja silently turned away
The tiger lived to see another day

Fridays Paradise

Morning breaks through the door
 like restless pigeons jumping up and down on the floor
Destiny doesn’t know which way to choose
But paradise sits calmly on the ice and melts slowly as
Strange phenomena explode in the sky.
Doors open wide and gun shots pelt like
Rain beating on windowpanes
 men with gun drawn chasing one another in the lane
And paradise was not the same; people began to scream and
riddles bullets bodies lie next to the stream as men create
Mayhem at dawn, and blood running like flood on the open lawn.
dead bodies lament over their lost dreams, with mouth
Open wide and their weapons attached to their sides.
They have been planning for months to spill revenge in the street  
And disrupts the cities heartbeat
Havoc roars like hungry s in the street, 
screaming and bawling resonates from afar
And weeping and sobbing penetrate the clouds
And heaven was no more, 
the sun disappears and the universe
Starts to fear, men of sorrows cover their head
And the elderly grip tightly to their bed 
 While bullets continue to blaze over their head
Total confusion grips the town and the villagers starts
running around with sticks and stones
 and baton, to confront the rogues. 
There was just nowhere to hide
the gun men took over the street 
 and some of them uses empty house to cover
With long guns pointing out the window
 The morning has left me soaking wet 
without a chance to catch my breath
Friday’s paradise has lined the sky
 but I am not yet ready to die
The world is moving around on a thin line
 but I am convinced that
Everything will be just fine.
Form: Prose

Caucasian Jesus (Angel of Sadness)

On a mission to find and crucify this character
This savior, your white Jesus
Crusades tease my anger
Especially if the picture they paint
Is of someone it truly ain’t
Searching for my savior, your saint
Jealous that photo doesn’t please us
On a mission to find and crucify 
This image portrayed as white Jesus
Whether it’s good times or dark trials 
I bow my head and pray to this image of arched smiles
To this cross I was too, like you and you, dedicated
So many times I summoned your blessings yet you hesitated
The preacher always said
Only one hovers above my head
Snap shots of my flesh, never knew peace in this casket
Satan, my commonly know bastard
As an outcast, a lonely loser, I’m orientated
As a carefree orphan/foster child, I was educated
Forehead being massaged in olive oil
Faith suddenly falling after these morals 
In this church as one they pray
A sinner’s kiss, when it hurts, we fail to ask for another day
Entrepreneurs, now we outcast is crooked, but major
Writers imprint with real names of plagiary  
As government seeds we’re slayed together
As enemies and old friends
We schemed and played in weather
Scenes from my grave
Kissing toes, means goodbye, to them heavenly gates I wave
If I’mma make it to hell
No further questions, only tears stop me from being cremated
Fire and tropical storms, everything the sea hated 
Walk these oceans to calm these skies
He who looks from above teases my lies
Only as a mortal, matter seizes the eye

Morphing Images From Hellish Nightmare

I am in a room 
Watching people all around me

Change into hideous creatures
Monsters from the deepest depths of hell

The Chief of them all
Wears a Trumpian mask 

Completed with orange hair
Half human half pig

His deputy 
Wears the face of Putin

But his body 
Half human, half horse

The other creatures wear masks
Many of them wear 
Green Pepe the alt right 
Symbolic frog masks

And have T shirts 
Bearing alt right slogans
And Nazi symbols

And as they prance about
They chant alt. Right slogans
And neo Nazi chants
Jews with Not Replace us

And the rest of these creatures
Are hideous ugly beasts
With only a vestige of humanity left 

And these monsters are engaged 
In all sorts of foul evil deeds

Murder violence death 
All around

And none-stop 
violent drug fueled orgies
As these creatures

Half human half monsters
Half male, half female creatures 

Snort coke, cocaine, speed
Smoke weed and drink vodka shots
Scotch, bourbon and beer

The Trumpian Pig leads the charge
Starts engaging in sodomy with Putin
Who chases after people 
Cutting off their heads with his sword

They turn on to their fellow creatures 
Raping and ing each other 
All night long

Then they attack me
Screaming
Jews will not replace us

And I wake up 
Screaming 

As the sun comes up
Just another nightmare

Note: from a recent nightmare
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.


The Game of Life

I've experienced many things in my life
things went wrong things went right
I didn't grow up rich or in poverty
many people didn't treat me properly
in trouble through a trouble filled childhood
often misunderstood labelled bad more than good
was very much the black sheep of the family
never played the victim in my only known reality
I didn't know any different knew I was different
as a child went to psychology grew up 
use psychology to assault
judging body language isn't difficult
if I like I sympathise if I don't I insult
labelled a simple guy easy on the eye
impulsive saying stupid so often felt the pain inside
embarrassed red faced so often embarrassed lost its taste
was always the one when there's always one
not looking for the one but the thought isn't done
people have developed envy and jealousy 
when they met me they liked me but things didn't gel you see
alphas try to show dominance I stand tall
I've done that dance I've stood on my own lonesome
don't moan like some been my one and only
been popular been lonely been ganged up on and cornered 
mentally tortured thwarted and fallen
got back up before more damage was done 
been called dumb forever some think I'm clever
I’m like “whatever” thick skin like leather
back to the ropes had groups out to intimidate frustrate 
I can cope I'll take it but I don't need the intimate mate
I can stand alone infinite, 
if friends need me I'm in for it,
I've been all by myself but not become selfish,
I don't need easy shots to make myself feel best, I'm selfless,
I leave the petty to the rest, let it be in jest,
life is a gest, get out the nest and experience the quest,
experience each experience because experiences expire,
never wish it away, work retire, 
don't fear what existence brings until the fat lady sings,
live life go the distance and find the finer things.
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Shadow Play Legend Entombed

Rumors spread like a flood seeping through the streets
That an adult black panther, kept as a pet, had escaped,
And was now prowling around the back alleys in town, according to the tweets.
Big cat far too black to see in the dark, lights and shadow play the beast undraped
To show slinking sly shadows of a panther silently prowling for kills and meats.

Kids and wags made things worse by feigning panther roars.
Soon all sorts of sounds prompted fear and flight,
Cats sounds, dog howls, owls, yells and screams all caused uproars.
The rumor mill was rampant, the streets declared unsafe at night
People were forced to stay at home after dark, and hide away indoors.

People started reporting that their cats and dogs had disappeared.
Bones and dropping scattered about, surely signs of panther. 
Police patrols were joined by hunters who volunteered
To rid the town of this menace, as jokes and laughs grew to anger
The torrent of false sightings triggered near-miss shots as sheer panic in the streets leered.

The town Mayor became desperate as the situation got worse.
Sightings grew, shots rang out, every shadow had a panther in its tail,
But clearly there was no panther, no sightings, no true signs to ever confirm the curse.
Secretly the Mayor began a search for a panther skin to fake a shooting and so curtail
This urban legend myth with a fake dead panther, fake news, and a fat reward in purse. 

A panther skin was found, a trophy hung with lion and tiger in local hunter's room.
The skin was stuffed, dabbed with blood, and snuck into dark alley in secret.
Two blank shots were fired and photos taken as crowd gathered in the gloom.
Reporters primed to fake the news: "Panther found, killed and taken away in casket"
It was all done and dusted, urban legend lingered on, but fear was gone, a lie lying in tomb.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Testimony of a Teen Churtship Turned To An Adult Married Couple

TESTIMONY OF A TEEN COURTSHIP TURNED TO AN ADULT MARRIED COUPLE

You came into my life some years ago
We were teens mustn't lust but there it was;
But love and trust witness;
You held your own, said you'd be mine,
if I just attend church praise the Lord with you as a couple;
Was the first time we met;
Puppylove it wasn't;
I came to pick up my cousin from your job, you both work there;
I sat in front of you in a office chair, I just stared;
Yeah!! that's odd, being goo-goo eyed on your job;
Was the week of June 8th;
You were 18 I was 17
I said that's all you want, that's it then: AMEN;
I had low self-esteem though no one would love me;
I thought every girl want someone more handsome,worldly powerful;
I'm average looking, stained yellow teeth, short in stature bunion feet;
All I could promise you is faithful;
All I can do is try;
I'm not that strong, handsome muscular guy;
Just I faithful;
And two years later we were engaged;
A total of three years we got married;

I won't share my body with no other one;
Don't like pain and shots or diseases,yet more spiritually;
 I want to live on and long;
Intercoarse NOT that good to burn in hell for eternity;
So let's do it right;
Wed in Holy Matrimony;
Yes, sew is good but it's great, greatest with God's standards;
All I could promise you is faithful;
All I can do is try;
I'm not that strong, handsome muscular guy;
Just I faithful;
Yes I AM a sinner, yet I'm saved by grace;
Please allow me to reverence this;
Just know that I am...
Believe in me for I am faithful;

10/6/18 


Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©

Adventuress One

Alas, those days are gone! So long Argentina!

Deprived by vaccine law! Must do or be fool-dead!

Viral fear so rapid, the gene-techs’ in fast rev

Ending the long debate, big pharm governs mandates!

No talk of tried and true, gene-play is in fashion

Though it has been decades, with research showing naught 

Usurping panic won, in careful thought’s adieu

RNA induction, into cells muscular

Everyone producing, proteins of a microbe!

Spike me with this logic, for I’ll become hostess

Stranger no more to me, I make the antigens!


Of nucleic acid shots, none are like polio…

Now the scientific fad’s gene manipulation

Even in infant phase, unready for the stage!



(12/21/2021: Meridian 342 Bethel Island)

Premium Member Basketball Of Poetry

Ball moving around
Aiming at the basket so round
Shots made, near or far
Keeper of the ball, holding a jar
Endless thoughts of poetry
Throwing the ball in words of artistry
Buzzer-beater you write and shoot
Assist and hoop in the circle of moot
Lay ups you turn or twist
Long shots you write, release or miss

Out of the many words you pen
Fumble or great, you drive underneath
  the basket of wren

Poems from your mighty heart
On the freethrow-line you dash and impart
Entries of undying perspiration
Tokens of incessant inspiration
Reminiscences of your works of art
Your poetry in motion never depart
Form: Acrostic

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