Short Gunned Poems
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I’m grateful while living in a country so riddled with guns
where random people and school children are killed every day…
Where we send thoughts and prayers then try quickly to forget…
That I am still alive…and haven’t been gunned down…yet.
Majid Satti was shot dead by unidentified assailants on Tuesday. According to the report, the incident occurred on Sixth Road in Rawalpindi when armed men gunned down Majid Satti. He was admitted to a hospital in critical condition where he succumbed to his wounds.
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Form:
The naysayers said Manning was too old,
And under Brady's pressure he would fold.
But Peyton proved 'em wrong,
And came through very strong!
Manning out-gunned Brady and caught him cold!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
GOOOOO BRONCOS!!!!!!!!!
It you wanted to say,
but could not,
do so now,
for this is now,
that I am here,
after that I would be gone,
god knows for how long,
and where,
you are stunned,
your mind sort of gunned,
its long time since,
you learned,
that I am gone,
and you would,
hence forth,
find here,
nobody and none.
I espied a young roach
As he did encroach
Upon a spot I call my place
I gunned him with some mace
In madness he did flee
Into a hole I could not see
Twas assumed death was his fate
Yet he had only gone to mate
And so I sit where I still live
Viewing the territory I did give
Unto this most clever foe
And his multitudes born below
Tear-gas gunned.
Water-canons-shot;
Beaten...
Thrashed...
I, the unemployed
Stood before that police
One among them
Who had not got the payment himself
At least for a year
Just like me
Happened to lift his police-pole
To hit me
And when he found him facing
His own unpaid brother
Only tears could well up
In both
27 December 2021
South Africa salutes Dr. Martin Luther King Jr!
They gunned you down,
on this April day,
all those years ago,
yet you live, you breathe!
They gunned you down,
just as they did Chris Hani and M.K. Gandhi,
and they failed, as they always will,
for they can never kill,
your dream, your ideals.
Your dream, your ideals,
live, and breathe,
still!
Form:
That circle of lume,
You feel altering shape,
Moon seeping skin,
Of unfounded gape.
Fear, born again,
Into humanity shunned,
As what was not before,
Hunted and silver gunned.
Running swift,
You are free,
Unbounded by lawful mortality,
Seeing only what wolves can see.
When death comes,
Will you return to the moon?
Like the rest of your kind,
An hourglass of time, immune.
Form:
He was gunned down
as were many in the public eye
He was murdered
and his legacy
must sustain us
There are few
with such courage
Unfortunately . there are
few able to
be free from bigotry
I, myself have found myself
full of hatred for those
who look or believe differently from me
But I struggle to fight off those feelings
Hope you do too
Brothers and sisters
Blood can be bleached
From the weeping floors.
Broken glass replaced
In the gaping doors.
But today in a school
Where children played
Innocence was lost -
Mourning came to stay!
At a school near a wood
Wails for children dead,
For teachers gunned down
In a hail of lead.
When will we learn?
And what will it take?
How many need die
Before we awake
To the fact that guns
Are for killing?
We wave good bye now
Yellow paper hearts
staple gunned to the bulletin board
flapping in the fan breeze
She nods at her work
The chalkboard washed and dried
And with gnashing teeth
One by one those staples pried from their chest board
breaking, tearing the delicate paper-thin poems
One by one they break her hearts
On the desks, the apples molded
Like she did them
From seeds of wisdom she watched
their minds ripen
No more
showdowns
gunned down
man down
let down
lowdowns
sundowns
put downs
mowed down
ground down
lock down
blown down
sounded down
Pinned down.
Breakdowns...
No more
shot down in flames.
A country ruled with an Iron Fist
one that kills anyone who objects
A fanatical leader who wants the bomb
who blames it's troubles on the West
One that kills anyone who objects
an innocent student gunned down like a dog
Who blames it's troubles on the West
an election that was clearly lost
An innocent student gunned down like a dog
a fanatical leader who wants the bomb
An election that was clearly lost
a country ruled with an Iron Fist
Carnage at churches & clubs
Mass shootings at concerts & malls
Massacres at schools & theaters
Our children walkout today
Peacefully protesting gun violence
Background checks for all
Bump stock elimination
Military weapons ban
Commonsense gun reform
What our students are fighting for
People dying needlessly
Drive-bys occurring daily
Innocents gunned down in the streets
We need gun safety taught nationwide
Rallying for the wellbeing of U.S. all
Red,
Brown,
Gunned down,
A manchine ceased to be
Oxidised
Realised
Brutalised
Catharsis empathised
Our fate it seemed to be
Hopeful
Fruitless
Helpfull
Useless
Your minds bent eye sees me
I lie here shunned
Yearning
Turned
To dust as you do sleep
But one man sees me
Joyful
Insightful
Ecstatic for my bones
Use is deemed
Beyond whats seemed
From rusted parts and skin
Inside what counts
Is what amounts
To what comes from within
Form:
He was a little chubby
Others called him tubby
He couldn't catch a ball
Awkwardly would he fall
One day he took sick, then got sicker
At his plight, the others snickered
He knew they teased him
Which did not please him
He stayed at home, locked inside
Afraid and alone, he wanted to die
Then at last he'd had enough
Too bad for them---life is tough
He returned to school and gunned them down
Left a note: ---Yours came around.
A sad time for children in foreign parts
that have no Target stores to be lost and found in.
Sad for inflatable Santa's gunned down by B.B pellets.
For all the children, pets and reindeer that do not make
the last fuzzy bit of the six p.m. news.
I’m working on my happiness, not forcing anything,
being considerate
to people and their wrong opinions -
it’s what the baby Jesus would want.
In the stores, I avoid Christmas music by singing
badly and loudly.
A sad time for children in foreign parts
that have no Target stores to be lost and found in.
Sad for inflatable Santa's gunned down by B.B pellets.
For all the children, pets and reindeer that do not make
the last fuzzy bit of the six p.m. news.
I’m working on my happiness, not forcing anything,
being considerate
to people and their wrong opinions -
it’s what the baby Jesus would want.
In the stores, I avoid Christmas music by singing
badly and loudly.
Heard some twaddle ten days ago? some TWOTS with microphones giving it a go.'
Got some SCAZNA waddling in the hills.' 'Johns' Questioning the locals..By order of the shills.' I think there are snipers ? I wonder
Are there some, who gunned down our Koalas; 800 was it the sum.? Geez what a heap of trouble from twenty twenty on.'
Where has my 'easy going homeland gone?' Hey why not give the hunters shovels and picks? so they can dig the final grave
For vic-pol.. Away up there in the sticks.'