Short Camo Poems

The wheel chair flew by like a gun
Which left me standing quite stunned
The crippled old goat
Grabbed my camo coat
He can hide but he sure cant run...

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L-ong and lonely night 
G-ives in its dark shadows, chill 
C-old wind and twilight. 







Topic: Birthday of Leslie Ann G. Camo (March 14) 
Form: Acrostic Haiku...

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Is it pandering? 
Will camo hat with name do them any good?
Next will be the dead deer draped across the hood.
  ha ha

I just thought of something stupid. Deer can't read....

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Happy birthday, dear Leslie Ann, 
Another year lets your life glow; 
Time just lets you do what you can, 
Allowing your knowledge to grow. 

Topic: Birthday of Leslie Ann G. Camo (March 14)...

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Her camo fatigues
Set a particular mood
Scare potential dates

Honoring herself
She apologizes naught
She lives her best truth

Others back away
Afraid of her awesomeness
Fearing her essence...

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L-ife
E-xpects
S-uccess
L-etting
I-tself
E-ye

A-wesome
N-obility
N-egating

C-hill
A-nd
M-isty
O-bscurity

Topic: Birthday of Leslie Ann G. Camo (March 14) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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L-ovely
E-xpression
S-imply
L-ets
I-dea
E-mploy

A-crostic
N-ote's
N-atal

C-omposition
A-bout
M-eaningful
O-ccasion

Topic: Birthday of Leslie Ann G. Camo (March 14) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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In Memoriam: Owen the Pheasant
Lost at an auction in Vermont betwixt a first edition Anna Karenina and a bitter divorcée named Ruth. 


There once was a pheasant named Owen,
whose plumage was splendid and showin’.
but a flatlander brute,
with a camo jumpsuit,
won him cheap—next to Tolstoy—unknowin’.
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I get so excited
When the sky is grey
And the clouds hang low
When rain is falling
And the puddles grow;
For I just can't wait
To wear my fuschia poncho!
Don my periwinkle sandals
And away I go.
I forget about my age
Prancing to and fro;
Giddy like a child
In my rainbow camo.



For the Rainbow Colored Camouflage Contest!
Tuesday March 7th 2017...

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A world full of syllables
Is so highly tillable;
they ebulliently buoy,
never leading to ennui.

When you’ve got Hong Kong Phooey
with a bowl of chop suey
and a glass of Drambuie,
what else do you need?

Or a wolf man named Gershon
with a camo tutu on
and he’s traipsing ‘cross your lawn,
asking more is just greed.

—————

H/T to A Playboy’s Toys by Gershon Wolf...

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Monotonous repetition
“I want, I want”
The faces begin to blur
Features eventually disappear
Their voices, now a constant buzz
Outweighing his thoughts
The only other sound he hears is the ever slowing ticks of time,
Inescapable.  
His life has become
A faded numbness,
A passionless spiral of motions
Tick, tick.

What lies beneath his sullen shell? 
Tattered camo memories
or the loss of a love true?
She wonders, sitting in the corner booth....

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I lie here in the prairie wind
Covered by grass that has no end
Just a pheasant seeking shelter
From a world that's helter skelter
'Tis the season of guns and dogs
And grown up men in camo togs
I stay as still as I can lie
In hopes the world will pass me by
I hear a gun and words out loud
Announce a kill in words so proud
I see them turn the other way
And I will live another day
This land is mine, I know it well
And men with dogs can burn in hell

2-1-2017...

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I think the hippies had it right 
pop a red and watch the lights
pray against the cold machine
tie dye the world in tranquility
breaking bread with old friends
lend your heart -become undead
                  BUT
Sometimes the world has blight
evil eclipsing the gilded righteous
time to put away the peace pipe
march within the muck and fight 
clip the wing of evil before it flies
dust off the camo-burn away tie dye 
                  BUT
For the most part the hippies had it right....

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