Short Shoot Poems
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Shoot Me Doctor
Miracle man
2/4/2025
Doc. I need a shot
or do I need to be shot?
I feel terrible!
Bright light not at night.
Fly in the sky as the rainbow grows earlier into colorful that turns into shapes in the atmosphere.
Badtameez
Bay gairat
Nashai
Wahmi
Dramabaz
Pindi
Pathan
Crack
Shatan
Zalim
Hayavan.
Note.Inna ankaral Aswati lasoutul hameer.
string them up
take aim
bang! bang! bang!
'dem holes excuse 'em
they ain't 'considered'
as copies when they
can't neigh.
Reality will hit you like a brick I'm told
Some get coal other strike gold
Some got scars on their hands
Some float free, until we shoot 'em down
there are truly only 3 things that will save the human race and the planet. they are:honesty, rationality, and mutual safety.. be good everyone or good enough at minimum.
OH SHOOT!!! .A DOGGONE COOKIE
He wanted from her some sweet nookie.
Instead all he got was a cookie.
He suffered his fate.
When he went to date.
Because the poor girl then played hookie!!!!
06/19/14
Oh shoot
I did again
I forgot to pray for God
Because I am already tired
I want to sleep now
Oh shoot
I will pray for my God
First thing in the morning
I won't forget
Oh shoot
The night is over
The new day is here again
Time to pray for my God
CRAP SHOOT
Take your chance, random.
No worry: sure, to click once.
‘But,’ If’ or ‘Perhaps’
events roll, life progresses.
Probability makes way.
05/04/19
'THE CRAP SHOOT ' Contest by John Lawless.
Honesty is an argument,
filters are roses and sunshine;
The truth is no longer present
high on hot air as we decline;
Egg shell phrases but we aren't fine,
weighed down by the weight of phony;
Words and thoughts no longer align;
Can anyone shoot straight with me?
Just Shoot me
in 1996 I had the injury
that changed my life
went jogging
fell off a ledge
broke my heel
screamed out in pain
just shoot me
then someone hit me
with a frying pan
ended up
in the hospital
pensively 101 three word challenge, shoot, pain pan
Self righteous piety reeks like a blanket of wet dog hair,
odoriferous and foul.
Betrayal.
My friend.
Sagging spirit like a pillowcase of drowned kittens.
For what profit to you?
At what cost to me?
We walk this same earth.
Pray your moccasins do not cross the balance point of the universe.
Finding courage is not easy
in a world of fight or flight
we often hide our sorrow
behind sombres of the night
People often wear a smile
to cammouflage their pain
hoping for the sunshine
and getting lots of rain
Be a brave warrior
mend your fences like a man
live yoru life like an arrow
in archeries of , yes I can.
Shoot that shoot that groundhog
The snow remains on the ground.
Cold air is rocking the north.
Buffalo is digging out of the snow.
People are buying all the milk and bread.
Roads are close. Schools are out.
The groundhog said 6weeks of snow.
People are panking, and shouting shoot that groundhog!
For it's july 4th and it's snowing in buffalo.
Mother said: “always smile”
I smiled
I am still smiling among others of my kind
In clusters of wrinkled cheeks and memory-laden souls
Beating too too many taut drums in a row.
“When I’m that way” my father used to say,
“shoot me. Doesn’t matter who has to clean up.”
My way is a nap turning into eternal rest.
December 5, 2013
we didn’t shoot my father.
The beautiful running rose
Your beauty is fully exposed
Full of buds and tiny blooms
All the birds are singing in tune
The waterfountain from above
Has fully restored you with love
Even the wild shoot has been tamed
The living water called your name
Tiny pale pink cascading blooms
Draw all birds and bees to zoom
Drawing on your nectar still
They have been gloriously filled
Pardon me I have a message
You may think that it's a joke
But the bank has sent this letter
To inform you that you're broke
I can tell by your expression
None of this is very funny
But your wife and her lawyer
Just ran off with all your money
I know this comes as quite a shock
But Mister Man I'm begging you
Please don't shoot the messenger
I've got another job to do
Here's a thought or two for you
and it's not that I am bitter
but when around and about a look I took
it ground me down to see such litter
tourists travelers neighbours too
please let me remind
think what you do I beg of you
and only footprints leave behind
but when it comes to living things
if the foot were in the other boot
would you like being polished off
therefore only photos shoot
Shoot for the moon and even if you miss, you'll land among the stars
Show me a glint of light from the moon
and I will show you hope
Her beauty and her elegance is never marred
Show me a glimpse of her glow
and I will show you love
Her titan strength is in her luminous glare
Show me the stars and I will understand the moon
if I shoot for the moon and land on the stars, that's ok.
They Kill Horses too
Spring 1945
a horse collapsed
in the street
of starvation
from every door, men in black
with long knives
cut into the beast
before it was dead
meat any flesh
would do
soldiers came
shot in the air
the black-clad men
scurried back
A shot in the head of
the still alive animal
The soldiers left
their officer loved horses
During the night
the civilians came back
at dawn
blood and gore
on thawing snow
Wandering down, the field flattens
Towards the darkened river.
The chestnut moves like a sail
Stands aloof in it setting.
Yellow canker caress the meadow,
Bees lunge into waiting flowers.
Smells of distant cows.
The dogs running around,
Guns on shoulders sounding
Across banks of soft fruit.
Dreams drifting like clouds,
Bounding countries that don’t exist
Lost in this mist, heading home
Peacefully until the stillness ceases
01.12.18
Hot lead is cool no matter what gun fires the load
Sig sauer makes an accurate twenty two pistol
If you have had a jam problem keep them in mind
The light polimer frame in hot pink or purple etc.
Makes the gun a blast of excitement on the range
All the guys were drooling and smiling like a champ
Hitting the bulls eye is the target of the sport....
Super handling....super accurate!!
They call it the mosquito!
reads like an add don't it?! lol
Form:
Gun funds fought latin commies
And launched immigrant tsunamis
Trump's wall at the border
Now reads out of order
And can't stop the kids and their mommies
Don't forget gang deportation
That affected some latin nation
What we sent down there
Gave many a scare
Being bullied is no vacation
Republicans caught in a lie
We do know why they won't vote aye
They'd the polls ruffle
With border kerfuffle
Designed to make Biden the bad guy
Powerful tyrannic regimes, lovely sky, thunder
Eating doritos, ignoring culture
I'iz fat, I'iz lazy
Yet I previal, for power, wealth and fame.
I grow like a sunflower, flying through a Maserati.
Parked $20,000 luxury, beat'nic
$150k salary, a traditional rampage
What'O I say, it is funny, I can envision but breath like a pro.
Jump-shoot, aye, to my basket for basketball
I am evident to live with ...
Jump start skid, it is a lactose and tolarant premis
Viva Ukraine.
You can shoot them
You can bomb them
You can send missiles
You can send tanks
You can send soldiers
You can break houses
You can blow up flats
You can demolish airports
You can send your fire
You can’t break their spirit
You can’t shoot their souls
You will never conquer
You will always look behind
You will look in shadows
You will walk on nerves
You will go home in bags
You will get just desserts!
Viva Ukraine!
David Cox 27/02/22