Short Fired Poems
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Since 'dross' doesn't rhyme with 'gross'
(as it could)
I'm glad that it rhymes with 'boss'
(as it should!)
Who Fired That Shot
Miracle Man
8/11/2024
The sound of gunfire,
gives cause for alarm at night,
unless from my gun.
Hey when its over its over
Squad Sergeant combing his grove
Takes out the vice shredders
I'm not gonna leave in a scuffle
I'll shake your hand and grin
Wish you a nice afterlife
Trump Should Be Fired
Trump was hired who we never desired;
Our patience with him has expired;
Only few backs;
Most he detracts,
So should be impeached and then fired.
James Horn
After Flynn Was Fired
After Flynn Was Fired he suffered much wrath,
And would end up going down the wrong path;
Each condition,
Much suspicion;
Containing conflicting ideas and backup math.
Jim Horn
Shots fired drive by
Shots injected inoculations
Small consumption of alcohol
Shot glass
Projectiles
Tactical shots fired
9/6/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Santa got fired for drinking some booze
On his ten minute break he took a snooze
He curled on couch for a nap.
But time went by in a snap
Awoke to the booze soaking his caboose
Note: Written for Carolyn's "Commercialized Humor" Contest
There's a distance sound
That I hear coming 'round
It is a rustlin' and a huslin'
As the management go musclin'
You see each day is dawning
We have someone else deploring
But there is a phrase that is right
"You're fired!" Fixes this blight.
© Paul Warren Poetry
hunter's bullet fired
turtledove falls swiftly down...
white aura floats up
poet collapses
upon kitchen floor silence...
white garment caress
white light very bright
draws dove poetess to come...
white light tunnel's end
Who knows what it is...
You’re Fired
Sorry, I’m late Mr…
My son had a fever and
My friggin’ husband fled.
Finish your shift and
Don’t come back tomorrow.
I siphoned some fuel from my Ford Fairlane
Through the barely opened window
Of his Ferrari.
The flames were fantastically infernal!
Form:
Bye Bye,
don’t cry
Trump did you bad
So sad, you have to go!
Miss-handler
promised the moon
and did not deliver
Loyalty fell short,
you must abort
now join Noam
and don’t let the door
kick you in the s’ass-afras!
And good riddance~
All power in the caliber,
not the number or the count
Its penetration deeper,
when focused, not shooting about
The wound well placed is mortal,
a shot not heard till then
But a gun’s not half as fatal,
—as that thought fired from your pen
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Gun Shots
Call Cops
Few More
Hit Floor
Lights Off
Dry Cough
Dark Fears
Soft Tears
Phone Fails
Bite Nails
Some thing
Drove Me
Open
Curtain
Soft Cries
Inside
Broke Down
On Ground
Draw Near
Over Here
Father Please
Help Me
Late Night
Such Fright
Can't Sleep
Anxiety
SUBSTANCE FIRED TRIGGERED OUT TAIL MAN BUTTOCK MOVES- A Grook
I lit the substance it fired not
I pulled the trigger something shot out
I shake my buttock, yet don’t have a tail
Like a dog we both move…WELL>
2/1/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
A woman was fired because of her curves.
She's suing them and that's what they deserve.
They said that her large breasts were causing distractions.
Those people are stupid and I understand the lady's reaction.
They fired her simply because she's hot.
I hope she gets every penny that they've got.
(THIS IS A TRUE STORY.)
gunshots, gunshots, gunshots
shots fired anonymously into the night
Why are so many shots fired in vain anonymously in the night
governed by unknown purposes on behalf of opposing ideals
engaged in conflict from behind a mask of camouflouged intents
through the eyes of unforgivable hate by innocent hands forced
to injustly react.
I am fired upi for Jesus
I want to follow in his footsteps.
To join the war on Satan
Keeping him in the fiery depths.
Come along and join us
And light the fire within.
A battle well worth the fight
To deafeat Satan and conquer sin.
To see sin and Satan fall
Will be the most wonderous sight.
So get Fired Up for Jesus
And join us all in the fight.
Form:
july celebrates
noises in the lighten dark
fires crackers blown
~
fire sparks and dark
celebrations freedoms shown
crackles, pops, snaps
~
skies torrent hotspots
noises in the lit up skies
celebrates the 4th
6/30/21
1st Place PLACEMENT IN CONTEST
A BRAIN STRAND JULY POETRY CONTEST
SPONSORED BY : BRIAN STRAND
First they’re hired, then they’re fired –
Comey, Flynn and Spicer.
You might think replacements would
Be smarter or just nicer.
But then Scaramucci came
And thus took down that theory.
Priebus, by the time he left,
Made everybody weary.
Still, when Bannon bit the dust,
I think the world was cheering.
Rex and Jeff and Kellyanne –
Your time may now be nearing.
So fourth, of jolly, juicy July
fourth, of jumpy, gigantic July
genuine glorious fired up
fourth, of generous, jazzy, ginormous, July
fourth, of joyful, gentle July
fourth, of jovial July
America
Brothers and sisters happy birthday America
Have a genuine glorious fired up 4th of July
7/4/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
A dragon did Sir Donald Trump set out
to slay. But fortune did not shine on him
that day. A buzzing bee caused Trump to shout
"Go 'way!"
And that is when the dragon had his say:
"Sir Trump," he said. "The little bee's first class.
He's not like you, you raging, screaming ass."
That angered Trump so much he drew his sword
The dragon's fire, Sir Trump's deserved reward
"Pop! Pop! Pop!" goes a squeezed Desert Eagle.
Two innocent bodies drop; funeral to be held for one.
Fleeing block party crew scatter like startled lemmings.
A drive-by shooting; blood curdling screams follow.
Repeated cries of "Somebody call an ambulance!"...
Yet another day, somewhere in America.
Just your passing look,
a flashing smile;
My life isn't the same,
no, not once.
You're lovely, my Love--
disarming;
Cuddling me, fresh rose
in its bloom;
Carrying me through storm
under sail.
Your love, summer sun,
glows like flame;
Setting me ablaze
for winter.
Make me a kindling,
not smoldering,
To thaw frozen hearts
numbed by hate.
© 2015
Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
I'm in the station when I hear the first shot
I run outside to the parking lot
Willis and Ferris are on the ground
Faces down
Blood pooling around
Blood rushes to my head
Are they alive or dead?
I begin to move towards them when another shot rings out
I feel something sharp hit me then I too am knocked out
I wake up in a strange room filled with wounded men
I count them and spot Willis and Ferris is beds 9 and 10
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Breathless
Whispers
Freely
Shared
~
Affection
Felt
Feelings
Bared
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Cherished
Hearts
Abundant
Flow
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Twilight
Dreams
Moonlit
Glow
~
Desire
Fueled
Velvet
Kiss
¬~
Softly
Touching
Finger
Tips
~
Staring
Deeply
Azure
Eyes
~
Moaning
Pleasure
Telling
Sighs
~
Lying
Closely
Pressing
Skin
~
On this
Evening
Once
Again
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Heaven
Sent
From
Above
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Fired
Passion
Perfect
Love
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