Short Ammo Poems
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Like Egypt without Nile,
like Holland without dyke,
like army without ammo,
like birds without wings,
is our world bereft of
brotherly love.
We each have a pistol and ammo
Issued by the company
Goes with the job for life
Only way out natural death or suicide
Take your pick you’re here now
Gila monster broke out of his cage,
stole some ammo and Pappy’s twelve gauge.
On a low grassy knoll, he
dispatched the anole
in a cold-blooded, reptilian rage.
Coast Guard Suspicious Officer
Plot about officer seemed to be intense;
For years he had been held in suspense;
Ammo and arms,
Always alarms;
Now there is a prevalence of evidence.
Jim Horn
Twenty-two twenty-two caliber guns,
With twenty-two ammo,
Pointed at me....
By twenty-two small time hoods
Each having done twenty-two years apiece...
I'm hoping twenty-two times,
Twenty-two twenty-two's
Ran out of sufficient gun grease!
The opposite of love is not hate
It is fear of change, difference, or mood
It sidles with a serpentine gait
Hiding, gathering ammo like it’s food..
January 6, 2019
"Fear is a slinking cat I find beneath the lilacs of my mind."
-Sophie Tunnell
William in Drag
Shakespeare
Makes *****
An Alter Boy’s Job
Handles
Candles
Fancy Nude Dancer
Jangles
Spangles
English Only Creed
Banish
Spanish
Origami Artist
Paper
Shaper
Dynamite
Whammo
Ammo
New Feminine Hygiene Product
Clamp-On
Tampon
a registered owner
a name on a list
each time I take aim
or pop in the clip
I'm waiting for the clatter
as they break down my door
after circumventing
our second amendment
surrender your firearm
your cache of ammo
decease and desist
this awesome pleasure
Boldly soldier shemaghed scarf
Ammo railed full masked buff
Middle East catwalked explosions
Judge clowned judgement of jud
Little girl drank a cup of wuff
Beloved siblings danced a lot of goof
Bang bang bang forever prank
Clang clang clang coffins emerged
Supermen in death machines,
\were driven off,
hot lead was seen,
twas Hitler's Albatross.
the Nazis so obscene,
clawed from the skies the cost,
Brave men in Spitfires lost,
won Battle of Britian scene,
ammo.303 ran hot,
awesome warriors oh so lean!
No Satisfaction With Inaction
We really do lack having satisfaction,
Due to governments glaring inaction;
Arms with ammo,
All should go;
Not doing duty did cause a distraction.
Created this after hearing some of the
South Florida high school students.
Jim Horn
Take me out to the Brawl-game
Take me out where it's loud
Buy me some ammo and some crack,
I don't care, who we attack
Cause it's Roto-Rooter for the losers,
We'll flush them right down the john
Cause it's fire one!
Fire two!
Fire three!
And your out,
Of this old brawl game!
When I am feeling frustrated
Or angry with my life
I like to get a target
And glock away my strife
Loading up the ammo
Taking careful aim
Always hitting on the mark
This is a great game
You wouldn’t know to see me
That I like to shoot
I seem pretty normal
Isn’t life a hoot
Bloodied and battleworn
I called for a steed that could run
Instead of a horse
You brought me a gun
A comrade in the trench
Not an invitation to a ball
I've run out of ammo
But it is'nt my war
You angered the enemy
He thinks it was me
You gave without asking
Now the problem is yours
Laying in bed with a pillow
solitary holds a teardrop
under the radio’s thumb;
Turn it up the rhythm’s flowing;
Now I’m ready I’ve got ammo,
that fire song meant for a rooftop;
Never again will I feel numb,
no matter how things are going;
I’ll bet on that Summer anthem
to take away reality’s sting.
I collect tins and bags
of coffee, Hector brings
me, for future
barter.
Some unknown calamity,
I will have all the
coffee.
Tins and bags of
gold, a hoard to
protect.
Safe passage, ammo, maybe a
scarf for a loved
one, my mind creates endless
outcomes.
I' m hoping coffee is in
short
supply.
11/16/13
We are slodiers in a war,
in a war of deep devotion.
We' ve no ammo whereof to boast,
for Christ our Saviour is in command.
We are fighting for the Truth,
our sword The Word of GOD.
No other army do we need, to win this war within,
no number can be placed upon a soldiers head.
In ONE this war is fought
and in ONE this war is won!
Form:
Two doomsday preppers
heard it was the end,
so got out their bug out bags,
guns and ammo,
and their journey began…
While hiking through
the thick Georgia woods,
they mentioned to each other,
to shoot anything that moved…
It was a couple of hours later,
and hearing some gun shots
and feeling dread,
accidentally walked on the set
of the Walking Dead!
“Fire when you see the white of their eyes.”
He hears the captain yell.
“We’re running out of ammo
And every shot must tell.”
The enemy is coming close
As if they have no fear.
His gun is at the ready,
He must wait till they come near.
A shot rings out. It isn’t his.
They come in for the kill.
He hasn’t seen their white of eye.
And now he never will!
Nico Demus, yep good old Nico Demus. He was Jewish, fair I see.
Fair to say he was a stone roller, rolled stones.
Heresy can get one killed.
Guns are for protection mostly.
Best to have lots and never need them really, and ammo also. Yep.
Well, I just wanted to introduce , or actually to, reintroduce, Nico Demus.
It is my understanding some of you have read his story.
Gnawing, gnawing, on a bone
Come out of the twilight zone!
The will to be one with the light
But have to put up quite a fight
Use the Bible as your ammo
Make the devil have a whammo!
Be authentic; be yourself
Nurse your brain back to health
Life's sometimes high; sometimes low
Hope your will with God will go
In the end you'll be alright
The power of God is dynamite!
Hot coffee
black coffee
really has the means
when I sup but half a cup
to make me feel
quite full of beans
only one requirement tho'
no decaf if you please
and altho' born in Kenya
where the coffee grows
why it's called
'a cup of Joe'
I'm sure I do not know
but
hot coffee
black coffee
is the best ammo
when I do a mug or two
to give me the right
get up and go
His words add splendor to all that’s trite
Just like a tender breeze would do to a
Hot, summer night
Just like mountains are embellished
By golden sunlight
And just like an afternoon sky is colored
By a rainbow or a kite
Ammo: (Arabic) Paternal uncle or great-uncle, or ,more generally, a respectful form of
address to any man of an older generation.
Abu: (Arabic) “Father of”
Anas: An Arabic given name
Women come and women go
Love is lost then it is found
Beware the beast in the shadow
Looking to prey like a hound
So much like a gigolo
Living her life all around
Smiles and winks are her ammo
She knows all the sounds
To keep the unsuspecting fellow
From entering the playground
Where he may find a new pillow
To lay next to a newfound
Beware the beast in the hallow
She will run you aground
Duane LaChance Sr. 2012
You people must beweeve it has become a habit
I keep chasing after that squweey wabbit.
Now he has a fwiend who is a big bwack duck.
I twy to catch them both, but without any wuck.
I have my shotgun weady with ammo.
Earwy in the morning I awways go.
However, the squiptwiters never wet me win.
It is awways the same in awe the shows I am in.
I am just wike the coyote chasing that woad wunner.
I awways come up short. Isn’t that a bummer?