Ops Poems - Poems about Ops

When posing for a photo-op do not suck a lollipop I know someone who did that too ~ stuck his tongue out, orange and blue...

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It’s that certain time of day When you can’t tell grey from green. I slip through cracks unguarded; Claim my coup de main unseen. I’m no flash, but all drive As I haunt the shadow docket With the secrets of Masada Neatly folded in my pocket. I leave a gaping nighttime hole In the peaceful daytime sky. I exist to torment princes Who have made sad...

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You clean, you shop, you stir, you chop; You add marshmallows to the top. You cannot stop or all will flop; The doorbell rings – you smile and hop. The sweat you mop or oven prop; With guests, the anecdotes you swap. A drink you cop but dare not drop A morsel of your festive crop. From shop to chop to hop to...

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Black Ops Tex Lester and his sidekick Lumpy Bascom wiggled down the arroyo on their bellies to better observe a latifundista trouble spot too hot to touch so they tap danced instead Lumpy grabbed the walkie talkie and said hey my turn to change the channels Tex said OK Lumpy said here goes your eyelids are turning transparent every lock has a...

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But lion tipping esoteric elite's lobby and label their fables the...

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The truth of their own beholder. There is none in him in their golden deceit Retreating into their cycloptic gland the apple of their eye Discordia. ...

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Special Ops! My heart needs a tourniquet For all the holes you burned in it... So the bleeding stops! You'll rue the day for this offense And suffer without recompense... My...

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I am nearing the end of my journey The path that I walk is almost done, Over my shoulder are friends now gone? In front of me a life, underpinned by yesterday’s fear For I am in a world where no one belongs Tomorrow I look through the sight for one more time My finger, no more the killer and my...

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