Short Guns Poems
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I have surrendered my arrow
My kinsmen all death row
Life is worth roe
like eating meat raw
Fight not like no guns tomorrow
November will cry,
Leaves will fall like sloppy tears.
The loss of a rose.
Yet there are more awaiting,
Crumbling in that dark garden.
snowing winter night
so many corona ghosts
joined by gun ghosts
other ghosts as well
just too many ghosts
voices crying in the wind
they hear the pop
and they wop
they hear bang
those brids hum and sing
run with there gang
to the sun
in the hearld
SHOTGUN AND BRILDS
Now, Mr. President, stick to your guns
Hamas releases all hostage by this Sunday eve
~ or else Hamas is forever done
It seems our driver made a fuss
Whilst dodging bullets on our bus
When Ted Cruz said,
"You won't be dead
If you shoot first, and then you cuss!"
Do guns
kill, or people?
Which came first? --The chicken
or the egg? Why waste breath? Secure
the schools!
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
Peace on Earth, Oh, We Will Not Comply
Days of Mirth, No, We Will Not Comply
Raise Our Rifles, Help the People Die
Laws Are Trifles, We Will Not Comply.
Assault rifles.
We all need them.
For protection.
Let’s all get them.
Shooting each other like crazy.
Fun times!
Right NRA?
We all need them.
For protection….
night mare of two eyes
black cat with two laser guns
pointing to the rats
bullets and triggers
make some people feel bigger
~ not the grave diggers ~
GUNS Poetry Contest
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28/04/2021
I pray every morning I’ll be blessed
I’m not yet…but I’m trying….
to understand when we ban books in schools
before we ban guns
Why we’re more afraid of our children learning
Than we are of our children dying.
Picking up Annie's poop sure ain't a lot of fun
But it's all apart of the love that's being spun
Pretty sure if they could
Do it themselves they would
But limited they are so we do it us lucky sons of guns
A Christian soldier with a gun and a crucifix is a man of God
A hoodlum with a gun and a crucifix is only a hoodlum
A Muslim with a flag and a gun is an Islamist terrorist
A Muslim with a flag and no gun won't make the news
watching the US & its NATO buddies
beat the middle east senseless
until it get its way,
is like watching kids show up on the playground
with semi-automatics,
when the few that they are gonna fight
have a couple of switchblades
between them.
Hunters so wary,
Rosco and Larry,
Killed them a kitten-like
Wendigo fairy.
Down went Leviathan
Small as a Guppy
Three-headed hellhound
As sweet as a puppy.
Out on safari
Rosco and Larry
Shotgunned each other
Twas narry so merry.
Americans are silly fools*
Who can't be trusted to smoke Juuls
If they want to play
then guns are OK
Especially in all the schools
*More children die from smoking
guns than from smoking Juuls
but government has its priorities!
The idea that our founding fathers intended anyone over 18 to possess enough firepower to destroy the entire continental army of 1776 is absurd, arrogate and dangerous.
#repealthe2ndamendment
*Arrogate: to take or claim an illegal right.
Bright
in the night
ladders of light
pools
for planes in sight
Rumble
and grumble
the roar of the guns
splatter
and cracker
Yes I was young
but the fear of the gun
lobbing from Hayes Common
protecting the Biggin
lives in the memory
Sit-ups, planks, and crunches
My push-ups done in bunches
Deep heavy squats from the rack
Deadlifts are good for my back
Just pumping up my biceps
And cutting up my triceps
I'm sweating harder each day
So I look sharp when I play
GUNS AND ROSES
Another rain of bullets in the dead of winter.
A terrorist runs through like an Olympic sprinter.
Another candlelight vigil glows from the steeple.
And America loves her guns more than her people.
-Edlynn Nau
December 4, 2015
This heart is broke
Nothing more to give
Lord, should I let it be
Losing my pride
Nearly lost my faith
Lord, why should it just be
21 guns
And their bells tolling
Lord, help me let it be
The queen was dead
Longer lived the rose
Lord, what's in store for me
In a coiling maze
mortars fume.
Crimson cadavers
dye the verdant soil.
Poison spears plunge
craters into young flesh.
Scattered moans rise
into the sorrowing air
of deafened canons
and carbon.
No succour or welcome
for the maimed.
Only ghosts
of peace.
A Job
I work designing guns
Never out of a job
Quite creative work
Firing pins to mags
Via handles and barrels
Art via a lathe
My mind and hands
Always at work
Like the hitmen
from LIZARD SNAIL 124K Nick Armbrister and other writers OUT LATE 2021/EARLY 22