Short Pistol Poems
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A cow was awaiting its doom
In a barn with so little room
Her very last fart
Was a pistol start
And the abattoir went ka-boom!
The Mid-terms are over and done
The NRA says it was fun
By Twenty-twenty
Shooters are plenty
Your mother will need her own gun
Pistol or Revolver Horn Haiku
A pistol or revolver
Is not a problem solver
Never meant to be.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
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
Nine parts of nine millimeter.
Trigger
Magazine
Barrel
Slider
Hammer
Main Spring
Recoil Spring
Extractor
Ejector.
Note. Violence breeds violence.
What comes through a pistol barrel
May make holes in your apparel
But it could be worse ....
You won't need an hearse
If the next shot makes you sterile!
The Mortal Sin
We broke your hymen
the big time Mortal sin.
Bonnie and Clyde again
pistol whip a devil grin
Maria and Tony within
Romeo and Juliet end.
Penn's Aunts, patch-eyed women
Cutlass carried, pistol too
You mess with Sean,
They mess with you
Give his movie a bad review,
You'll walk the plank,
That's what they'll do.
Catie Lindsey's her name, sweetness is her game
Hotter than a two dollar pistol is her fame
Sweeter than sugar
A real smoocher
Wish she was here, “YUM YUM” I'd explain
Joe Doakes packed a pistol for protection
Tucked away in his pants, 'scaped detection --
Had a girl named Meg
Who flashed him some leg --
Joe's pistol turned into an e-rec-tion
A sword thrust,
parried before it’s
finale;
a pistol misfired
aimed at;
my immortal thoughts
held at bay
by the;
a wasted life
wondering,
please my love,
for me;
AIM STRAIGHT
Pete Seeger flower child sandalwood Frank "Incensed" Myrrh, TH
versus
Pistol Pete, not the ball player
personally, was rooting for Pete
Pete lost
happened in a boat
rover and rover repeat
Har, ya say it aren't so.
Yer holds a black spot.
Ye won't live to be old.
Grow short on the clock.
We want that, Gold.
Those cobs in a box.
Nice to know ya Munroe.
Pistol shot, flintlock.
A fellow by the name of Ole Pistol Pete
Once had this real special technique
He just had to think
His eyes he would blink
Ladies would follow Pistol Pete like sheep
© Jack Ellison 2013
What’s that funny thing,
What does it do?
Did it come with you,
Or did it just grew?
What’s it for that funny thing,
If you touch it,what does it do?
M-u-u-mmy,not fair,
I wanna water pistol too!
Limerick: Once a gorgeous Geisha in Kyoto
Once a gorgeous Geisha in Kyoto
Took (a) Cowboy to see crisp kimono
Ai ! took time to unfold
Lo ! Behold ! Body cold !
Pistol fired: one two finito !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Tears stain her cheeks
In the Graveyard she stands
Mist in the streets
Pistol in her hand
He isnt aware
She comes for his soul
Her pupose bare
His promise whole
He strikes to win
As she pulls the trigger
His life was sin
She was the sinner
Waiting fading and floating away
I sit and wait to pass this day
The sky is purple
The sun is red
Upon summoning the peaceful dead
Do your fingers itch?
Are you pistol whipped?
The ground is white
The trees are yellow
The other day I met a nice fellow
Form:
recklessness attacks ego
fury attacks soul
adrenaline attacks viscera
middle digit attacks upward
foot attacks accelerator
vehicle attacks vehicle
hand attacks pistol
lead attacks flesh
remorse attacks fury
gavel attacks sound block
inmate attacks inmate
In a visionary second,
bloody eyes are at pin- point.
A psyche of scratches and bubbles,
in a white noise trance.
A crack and a shimmer
in the mind, the eyes,
from the pistol,
and wavering with the stars.
The amazing lights, in a vivid flash,
are gone.
Form:
Senquernized like chrome on a cross
Feel the drizzle I just bought a pistol
It’s a crime to call the Laws on me
I got all these squaws on me
They don’t question me when they call me
I take em out to fahls each week
They buy some Nikes to put on my kids feet
I'm not a drama queen
a barbie doll
someone's else spleen.
I know I'm not a sex pistol
or soda can
or avatar.
I know I'm not filthy
or rabid
or mean
But I've been so much
milled as a machine
that I gotta lot more findin' out what
I'm not
so's i can get onto what
I AM.
Twitching finger
Symptomatic to Parkinson,
And his namesake dis-ease,
Holding a dirty pistol,
Pointing out the barrel
Is unaimed, but serendipitously
On the right parabolic trajectory...
And boom, boom, boom
Out go the lights.
Instant justice, for
Justice missing the target.
Steel insulation warm thin hot smooth downy shepherd smoothness. Pistol clasps palms crystal misses birching basket weavers.
Fluffy firm pedestals release hard deniers.
Doldrum office charts demonstrating
Appendages conceal resistance.
Halcyon boogie board heroes.
Greek play rehearsal.