Short Gun Smoke Poems

THE DARKEST HOUR
All the grey gun smoke, cannot hide,
The black of this blackest night
A place where no willow sighed,
All, the grey gun smoke cannot hide
How the mud-propped candles died,
Their halo buried, with their light.
All the grey gun smoke cannot hide,
The black of this blackest night....

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Gun smoke
Shot bloke

In head
Now dead

In jail 
No bail

Oh dang!
Will hang 

Then go 
Below

To hell
Cartel

Jail break
Gang make

Ride horse
With force

Fell off
Self scoff
 
Snake bit
Swift hit

Now lie
And die

Too late
Sealed fate

Now at
Hells gate.

       26.07.21...

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Jumping in the shower
Something gonna get broke

Shootin the sh-t with friends
But I don't see no gun smoke

Gotta catch a train
Superman I not

Daughters' putting face on
She was born with one I thought

I was caught red-handed
My hair is red, not my hands

This is driving me crazy
But my trucks is up on stands...

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A water colour cloud of blue obscures the scene below,
where pastel bodies testify to a subtle change of hue.
Through gun smoke mist the flags display no different colour shade,
as all across the battlefield the trumpets blue notes fade.
The cerulean sky attires herself with cloak of slate blue tone,
and azure tears of helplessness fall on true blue bleaching bones.

The colours have It Competition
David Wallace...

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