We heard a most scary gunshot:
A shooter shattering a pot,
In marksmanship what he has got,
Energy spent stupendous lot…
Nelson needed whips and whipping,
If it is true a script acting;
Down to his patchy brown waist stripped,
A shirt madness had apart ripped.
On clean record Nelson builds dots
With ink that clean paper blots;
Life could drop, if off his slugs slipped.
Nelson’s slugs soon a walker tripped!
“So, this about film shooting:
Asking death to start its hooting”
Fear had nice folks glued to a spot,
While watching not Nelson but Death’s Slot…
Categories:
marksmanship, creation, cry, death, gothic,
Form: Rhyme
showman is marksmanship
showman is a higher mark of a marksmanship
a higher mark is a higher marksmanship
a higher mark is a higher showman
showmanship is marksmanship
science is a marksmanship
science is a showman
science is a documentation
documentation is science showmanship
the universe is a documentation of a showmanship
the universe is a documentation of science
the universe is a higher mark of a documentation
the universe is a higher mark of a showman
science is a showmanship of a documentation
showmanship is showmanship of science
showmanship is showmanship of a documentation
the universe is a universe showmanship
a showman is a showmanship of a marksmanship
a showman is a showman of science
a showman is a showman of a universe
a showman is a higher mark of a showman
Categories:
marksmanship, science, time, universe,
Form: Free verse
Mark! Mark! Sounds like a dog with a hair lip
Doesn't scare nobody in spite of his marksmanship
Tried snorting instead
Bared his teeth wide spread
But the mark mark gave away his weinership
Categories:
marksmanship, scary,
Form: Limerick
The rider of death carrier rein would you censor the imagine or carrier on,
Night of day bloody rain hell among the trees what crow’s the ravens unleash,
To take a peek among a tree to role a barrel a wine down a hill,
Spike the decision with the carrier of death,
Night of day bloody rain hell among the trees what crows the ravens,
Could a child be love with such a face decision made what role of havoc,
Or side for victory would a role to be play feed on lost soul step on great unknown,
Dangerous as plagues of death skill in combat with more then one,
Faithfully steel words there is no need to be void,
Night of day bloody rain hell among the trees what crow’s the ravens unleash,
After all words and deeds to cater on as ghost to a hill mark marksmanship,
Would you dare to run or learn from the work of a solider unending spirit invoke,
Night of day bloody rain hell among the trees what crow’s the ravens unleash,
Must be a beating heart I suppose!!!
Categories:
marksmanship, art, love,
Form: Ekphrasis
Wishing the kiss of sunlight was the warmth of ruddy lips,
the crisp breeze, the sharp scratch, desire.. from your finger tips.
remembering, the emerald grass blades teasing my back and neck,
the heat of earth enfolding me, your wish was not suspect.
The crisp breeze, the sharp scratch, desire.. from your finger tips,
sent shivers of purple passion across my up turned hips.
The heat of earth enfolding me, your wish was not suspect,
promises faithfully taken quickly broke through false neglect.
Sent shivers of purple passion across my up turned hips
to a garden long untended, he came with marksmanship.
Promises faithfully taken, quickly broke through false neglect,
and the damn of longing’s token was broken without regret.
A tear teases eye when the sun shines buys, so much happiness.
remembering, the emerald grass blades teasing my back and neck.
Dreaming of love in the rye grass, star clad in eagerness,
wishing the kiss of sunlight was the warmth of ruddy lips.
* revisited often in my dreams
Categories:
marksmanship, love, passionearth, kiss, passion,
Form: Pantoum
Pretty funny name for a girl—her name traveled ‘round the world,
“little Miss Sure=Shot” they called her everywhere.
She sure shootin’ earned her fame—“Annie Oakley” was her other name—
She blasted those little glass balls right out of the air…
And a Winchester rifle became that girl’s best friend!
Little Miss Sure-Shot, you shot through our hearts back then;
And the likes of your marksmanship won’t be seen again.
Little Miss Sure-Shot you shot through our hearts back then…
In your cowgirl costume you rode through our Western dream.
Her Daddy died when she was ten—she picked up a rifle and then
She filled up the table with rabbits and quail to eat.
At fifteen she met her man—good lookin’ with a gun in his hand;
He tried to outshoot her but that hero, he got beat.
So he married little Annie—they hit the bull’s eve with their love!
She done pretty good for a girl Her boss he took her ‘round the world—
Buffalo Bill on that Wild West show-biz trail.
From Memphis to Cheyenne—she shook Queen Victoria’s hand,
Little Miss sure-Shot, her aim it never failed….
And she shot a cigarette out of Kaiser Wilhelm’s mouth!
Categories:
marksmanship, history
Form: Ballad
Pretty funny name for a girl—her name traveled ‘round the world,
“little Miss Sure-Shot” they called her everywhere.
She sure shootin’ earned her fame—“Annie Oakley” was her other name—
She blasted those little glass balls right out of the air…
And a Winchester rifle became that girl’s best friend!
Little Miss Sure-Shot, you shot through our hearts back then;
And the likes of your marksmanship won’t be seen again.
Little Miss Sure-Shot you shot through our hearts back then…
In your cowgirl costume you rode through our Western dream.
Her Daddy died when she was ten—she picked up a rifle and then
She filled up the table with rabbits and quail to eat.
At fifteen she met her man—good lookin’ with a gun in his hand;
He tried to outshoot her but that hero, he got beat.
So he married little Annie—they hit the bull’s eve with their love!
She done pretty good for a girl Her boss he took her ‘round the world—
Buffalo Bill on that Wild West show-biz trail.
From Memphis to Cheyenne—she shook Queen Victoria’s hand,
Little Miss sure-Shot, her aim it never failed….
And she shot a cigarette out of Kaiser Wilhelm’s mouth!
Categories:
marksmanship, history
Form: Lyric