Gobble
Power pellet
Here I come; its go time
How do ghost have same momentum
Unfair
owl guarded the owl pellet house nightly
bats tried to get him to move
but he was a serious guardian
the inhabitants were from another world
helpless to defend themselves in this realm
he insured their safety
the aliens owed him a mountain of debt
before they left, they granted owl a power
he chose invisibility, thus becoming a most dangerous predator
his gift was well earned and appreciated
night owl loved his gift
If by night, you guys off the Rez,
Carrying cases of beer,
Hardons for my mom,
For me and Charles, fear,
At the top of the stairs, we sit,
Unable to see, but intently listening to their bull,
Pellet gun loaded,
Pumped 8 times it’s like a .22,
If they hurt my mom, through eyes I would shoot,
Eventually, we’d get tired and go to our bed,
It would slowly go away,
the burning in my stomach, and the anger in my head
If by day, it would be much the same way,
I would be locked outside,
The little blonde ,
Would put on a show,
As I yelled and pounded on the door or window,
We’ve endured some of the same,
poverty, cold, and government food,
But our similarities disappear in a flash,
you have your perfect culture,
And I’m poor white trash.
JEV
Fat drops pellet the ground.
Steps splashing, scattering ripples.
Ripples in time, circling out
from the moment, the here, the now, the present.
The present of laughter,
sheer joy at being a child
being cuddled by fat drops
that ripple in rings, then retreat
once memories fade.
Take my each poem
then apply to everyone
may like to read them
when he liked to landscape
did cut down my each drape
then tried to escape
when (she)(he)(Jill)(Bill)(Jan)(Stan)(they) etc. would covet
instead of saying shove it
always did love it
When She (He) etc seem so cute
Would begin wearing bathing suit
While he(she) was a brute,
which was a tribute
cost a loot of loot
Instead of a being a bathing suit
with a horn that had to toot
when wearing a repellent
had been horribly hard to tell it
(she)(he) etc. was shot with a pellet
when it was above all(which way)
to call cards she was way to tall
how the (which way) dice (chips)(cards) will(did)(had to) fall
(game we had to call)
(dealer was a doll)
(always would appall)
(was seen in shower stall)
Zafar Supari killerz First priority is to disable or kill opponent through chemical drink.It can be in the form of a powder,a mist,a pellet,or it can be dissolved in water or weak acid.It is water-soluble,odorless,tasteless,and stable.It can also be injected in the form of liquid.Chemical drink,drugs and injection game over.
Note.Zafar Bhai Urf Supari killer is dangerous.
I was blessed to have been adopted at age thirteen.
When hunting after a torrential rain I slipped into the Potomac river and by holding onto my pellet gun, when it slapped the mud, the cocking mechanism sprang open, locking onto a stump allowing me to pull myself free from certain death in that wild rushing chocolate brown Potomac river.
Blessed to have survived a heavy weapon-laden military aircraft engine loss and fell five hundred feet before regaining our altitude, a truly horrific experience.
Blessed to have a bullet aimed at me pass through an open passenger window of a car, passed right in front of my nose, and smashed the driver's side window instead of passing through my head.
After being wrongly accused and facing twenty years in prison I was blessed by a man who saved me from committing suicide, and all charges were dropped.
After all of this and that, there must be a good reason for me still remaining among the living, for I am blessed and highly favored.
Buzzards are circling, hawks are screaming,
in the backyard crows are tearing into a dead pigeon.
Songbirds are not singing
but watch silently from the hedgerow.
This is a day for the predator's,
a black cat slinks through the trees
looking for a free-range lunch.
As a lad I used to shoot small birds
with a pellet gun,
now I shiver in the noon day sun,
hoping that the claws and razor beaks
will fade away to a place
where children never kill for thrills.
A land where pigeons fly unmolested -
undigested.
Screams, Screeches, groans and wails
Let me tell you Agonies’ tales
And of bullets, bombs and pellet guns
For a person with Heart must know these pains
kids are blinded; men are jailed..
Women are molested; the old are tortured..
Lucky, You have a home and a steak to fry
Billions starve and sleep under the frigid Sky
Jungles of wars are scrambling Humanity
Sighs are ruling the throne of sweet Melodies
Deluges of Tears removing the rainbows of joy
Atrocities bewitching the innocent lives to get destroy
Yet you say this world is beautiful.. ?
That it is benign and bountiful...?
May be yeah… for you... as you are at peace!
Come out of your little Palace...
And you will see...
Sky painting itself red...!
Butterflies renouncing their dreams...
Birds with trimmed wings...
Blood ocean... barren trees... burnt houses...
Teared eyes... and shattered bodies….
Earth is ugly .... Eartians savage...
Earth is a cage...
Earth is but a jixed place....!!
5-22_22
Paghunda Zahid
Basket hanging on my hand
Went to a magical land in the spring
Huge apple trees where I stand
In the morning dew breeze
Ruby red apples shining ripe
Some smile pink as a blush of a bride
Crystal pellet of water droplets
Is a bead necklace embellishing the fruits
The ground haul some of them
Where it slides and chop
Or be fruit to the little vermin
Who widen their mouth to flavor
I plucked some apples
To fill my bucket
Some were blowing the space of my pocket
Ah, luscious apples, so sweet and ripe
Apple plucking, or is this heaven?
A pellet of hail
suddenly fell from the sky
as tornado came.
My muse smirks at the fixes she leaves me in.
Sometimes I wake up in a swamp teeming with alligators.
Or chewed up and spit out by an angry owl, in an owl pellet.
Once she let me wake up with half an eye, the other had been devoured.
Trixie’s wild sense of humor seems to amuse other people, other poets even.
They send her fan mail and flowers, one sent her his boxer shorts.
I am the unappreciated Van Gogh of this relationship.
The next one who sends her a gift will receive an ear.
Surge and Urge to Purge
of sin had a surge
God please save me from the surge
God will you please purge
God we did digest
for us He is the best
what we have confessed
Select and Elect to Protect
God we should select
as example did elect
with peace will protect
God gave us some soup
according to latest scope
gave us hula hoop
can hardly ever smell it
appeared a rabbit pellet
could never sell it
infernal urinal which was eternal
we found a urinal
only used by a colonel
both are eternal
Trump often Would Brag
trump would often brag
and out more lies he did drag
wife had been old hag
Screams, Screeches, groans and wails
Let me tell you Agonies’ tales
And of bullets, bombs and pellet guns
For a person with Heart must know these pains
Here somewhere, kids are blinded; men are jailed
Women are molested; the old are tortured
Lucky, You have a home and a steak to fry
Billions starve and sleep under the frigid Sky
The wild jungles of wars scrambled Humanity
Sighs took over the the throne of sweetest Melody
Deluges of tears washed off the rainbows of joy
Atrocities eager for innocent lives to get destroy
Yet you say the world is beautiful.. ?
That it is benign and bountiful...?
May be yes, for you… as you are at peace!
Come out of your little Palace...
And you will find...
Sky painting itself red...!
Butterflies renouncing their dreams
Birds with trimmed wings
Blood ocean... barren trees... burnt houses...
Teared eyes... and shattered bodies….
People live their lives in fear everywhere
Along Syria, Yemen, Palestine and Kashmir
Earth is ugly, jinxed and savage
For humanity sobs, as her soul is damaged
26-7-20 (Paghunda)
(This was my first poem on soup, reposted it with some changes)
He had no teeth and neither did his girlfriend.
We’d sit in his apartment in the dark drinking margaritas and watch Jeopardy.
He’d answer every question correctly and his girlfriend would cackle.
He’d shoot at the mice with a pellet gun as they scurried in the shadows.
He rarely missed.
Their heads would explode and I would feel queasy.
Then he’d turn back to the TV leaving the brains splattered on the floor and wall.
We’d stay up all night talking and drinking.
He’d stand out front of the building in the snow in slippers always laughing.
He was always laughing.
Even after I moved 3,000 miles away I’d call him up to talk over the phone he’d tell outrageous stories always laughing.
Sometimes those people that are hurting the most laugh the hardest.
He had no one in the world.
His girlfriend and myself, we were his family.
I figured when he someday died his body would simply turn into a skeleton in his apartment.
And he’d still be laughing.
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