big man big gun big heart
that's me in a nutshell
healin's my callin'
shootin's my insurance
guns run dry
my spear don't
rock don't lie
men do
I trust my pickax
my pa said shoot straight
and speak truth
I live by both
bang! ha ha!
did I get ya?
they fear my gun
they should fear
what's behind it
God guides my hands
medicine does the rest
The hunt for quails had begun.
Two old men sat on a bench on the main street.
A shot rang out of the stillness of the countryside.
Below one old man, weak-sighted but the sound of hearing,
raised his head towards the ridge.
"He missed! Surely the fool has missed!" he said.
Up the street, two youths approached, both carried
a double-barrelled repeater. Both had empty bags.
The two young men stopped in front of them.
"Oliver would have hit any bird even with half-blind eyes,"
the taller one said. "And you, Bert? Come with us tomorrow?"
Laughing, they continued their way.
"Of course, rest assured we are indeed men!
I lost count of the number of quails I caught!"
"We are men! You know what, we’ll go hunting too."
Two heads, one white, one bald, nodded in unison.
“We’ll meet early at six tomorrow.” They agreed.
The town hall clock rang out every hour.
Six o’clock struck. Nature slept on.
Below, in an alley, two old men dreamt. Damn fools!
They moaned in their sleep. Why can’t they shoot straight?
Please don’t create all the drama
and then sit and ask why it’s there.
Say it’s okay but clearly it’s not
start in on the texting girl just stop.
It’s clear that you won’t just say it,
veracious words are absent here.
Either shoot straight or stay silent.
All I really want is a peaceful vibe.
Girl, I’m not going to fall into it,
good god you feed off of conflict!
Reel it in and just simmer down
easy to see why your crutch is THC.
Suture your mouth if you need to
sour grapes is not a good look.
I don’t want to play all these games.
Victorious are those who will walk,
exit alone rather than sit and squawk.
The stars shoot straight, no curve balls, they light us up,
we feel the silver bullets ricocheting inside our eyes,
even when they are closed.
There's is no such thing as low caliber starlight,
they are, a million light year-old shockwave.
When that distant, shot in the dark, hits you,
you will know, big picture-wise,
that according to the long arm of the Universe,
we may only be collateral damage,
too insignificant to be bullseye's, or
magnificent targets, so well worth shooting at.
Honesty is an argument,
filters are roses and sunshine;
The truth is no longer present
high on hot air as we decline;
Egg shell phrases but we aren't fine,
weighed down by the weight of phony;
Words and thoughts no longer align;
Can anyone shoot straight with me?
Muzzle flashes
the stars shoot straight,
no curve balls, they light you up,
you feel the silver bullets
ricocheting inside the elastic walls
of your cringing red dot of a heart.
Low caliber
but they linger,
bounce around just long enough
for you to know
that according to the long arm
of the Universe
you hardly exist at all.
No! not about pits
they’re removed
the fruit sliced.
ugly in effigy —
the air turns
their innards
burnt orange.
their rainier skin
scarred and pale —
tasty or not.
i’d rather them red
and plump, but
skinny enough
to fit into
the pitter
and for the pits
to shoot straight
out
not get stuck
like Winnie the Pooh
half in and out —
a honey of an incident,
embarrassing.
i gobble up
nature’s morsels
good for sleep
metabolism and
movements
which i
have a right
to let go.
Let’s not forget
the plastic covering
these incidentals
arrived in
and were shaken loose
from
into a collapsible colander
and given a sprinkling
shower; they shine
their famous; their mine
7/11/2020
In the land of gods and demons
I was an angel a beautiful innocent angel .....but I taste the evil
Living in the garden of evil
Sins and curses are in charge in this life Shining like a beacon of fire You have that medicine that I need That goes straight to the vein of the heart I want more and more until I let my heart beat ... slowly do it gently God and I don’t get along, so now I sing No one will take my soul But send me to a vacation Motel, alcohol, drugs and I’m singing Once again through my veins this is heaven, what I really want It’s innocence lost
Lost innocence In the land of gods and demons I was an angel, looking for fame Life imitates art You have that medicine that I need
Dope, shoot straight to the heart please until my heart stops beating once more once more
Shoot straight,
Don’t let your gaze stray,
Breath slow and measured,
Frame the mark in the sun’s rays.
Make a bead,
Feel the wind,
Clear your mind,
All but this rescind.
Take it slow,
Think ahead,
Know the moment
To release that deadly lead.
No time to ponder
None for regrets,
You’ve done your duty
In terminating threats.
You’re the archangel
Of right and might
The gavel of justice,
Our enemy’s blight.
I will die for love
Fear is a lifetime of pain
Death is my joy
Call the gun men and pay
Those who can shoot straight
I wish I could make wish that could make me make a wish to turn all trouble makers into trouble shooters who wish they could make a wish to make them stay out of trouble so I would't have to make a wish at all so I could shoot straight to the nearest pub and shoot some pool instead of having all this trouble making wishes to make wishes.
i am filled with glee
by your everlasting heart of harmony
i can drown in you and be saved by your flavorful, floating waters
with you i never have to struggle for breath in this crazy life
being with you is like forever off with benefits
i am not the type to write poems
i am not the best with words
all i can do is be real and shoot straight from the hip
actually, i can make an attempt at 'roses are red'
on the other hand the lefty in me moves me to a bit more unique creativity
so here i am....making an italian themed dinner
i never thought a tossed salad would be this hard to make
i never got passed boiling water
this cookbook is my best friend
so is grandma rose
i will water her azaleas for the rest of her life
you are certainly worth all the trouble and more
right now i want to end this feebly attempted poem and explore
i always find a new body of definition for you
i just simply love it all....every mystery....every clue
with you i feel like being loved by you has no fee
despite life being life, i am still so filled with glee....
Awakened by a rooster
Going cock-a-doodle-doo
Was not quite the booster
I was looking forward too
Was time I rise and shined
As I have so much to do
To find some peace of mind
I will find somebody true
My mornings are like heaven
The most peaceful part of day
All my work done by eleven
I can just go out and play
Waking up is easy
I can do it like a champ
If its hot I have a freezie
So I do not over-amp
Though I wake up very early
I do not want the worm
Could make me very squirrelly
And it could even make me squirm
Always up before the sun
I don’t know how I do it
I can shoot straight with a gun
No-one can say he blew it
My oh my it’s night time
And time to go to bed
Do any of my words rhyme
That are coming from my head
Did my dishes made by Corning
So that I can go to sleep
Will have to see you in the morning
Now my sleep gets very deep
I am wrong again
been so, once or twice before
I can tell ya the truth
although it may hurt
any answers my friend
come from the same old questions
my dreams leave me here
always waiting for an opportunity
to reap what I have sowed
I am leaving soon
I'm not going right this minute
it is either too late or too early
let me tell you one more story
how dreams have let me down
while I plant these seeds of sadness
in this desiccated, rock hard ground
I try to see where you are now
no longer manipulating the
arrow from Cupid's bow
he never could shoot straight
always one day late
maybe he needs a new string for his bow
on the yellow brick road
red shoes click as I walk
it ends at a thorny wall
as high as my dreams grew
fantasy takes me over
real life, a screeching halt
the truth slowly seeps in
lovers fading quickly at the end
and the seeds I planted
rot instead of grow
Can I get a gun boss?
Can I get a gun?
I can shoot straight boss
I'll kill anyone.
My heart beats so fast boss
I'm ready to go
Can I get a gun boss?
I want in this show.
I'll kill for you boss
I have no fear
Can I get a gun boss?
Life is so dear.
Your life is gone boss
You are now dead
Can I get a gun boss?
To blow off my head.
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