Short Shooters Poems
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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
Trump loves polluters and looters
(Targets for NRA shooters)
Whilst we are distracted
Our POTUS enacted
Investigation of Hooters
Gone to churches
Now gone
Pray I God
Your mercy to send
To calm the night
Tremors and
Terrible thoughts
And show the shooters
There is another way
Than at all costs
That cartridge in a sniper’s gun,
true Poets kill with only one
The shooters bullet marked by him
one word to kill—what lies within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
The USA media is going to kill us all
Giving the shooters fame
We should be more like New Zealand
“A coward walked into a grade school”.
They never had another school shooting.
That cartridge in a sniper’s gun,
true Poets kill with only one
The shooters bullet marked by him,
one word to kill what lies within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
A lady named Sue loved St. Patrick's Day
and marched in a parade that holiday,
after eight whiskey shooters
she showed her tattooed hooters...
those two smiling leprechauns led the way!
McCain Was Greatest and Straightest
Was up to date with news and reading latest,
We noticed it mentioned McCain is greatest,
On surely rely;
Always bull's eye,
And of all shooters will stay the straightest.
Jim Horn
Hawking pillows and pea-shooters
a pied-piper his path to fame plied
Picking up a penny here, dropping a penny there
ever-poorer and poorer ~
the piper’s psychic sighed
Multicolored multitudes
Awaiting their first game.
Rolling stones which
Bump contenders out of place
Landing just right
Enticing the shooters to
Strike them all out.
TLH © 06-10-2012
If I was a sheriff
I would wear a gleaming gold star
A holster with silver twin six-shooters
You would be afraid of my sequined Stetson
As I march up and down the street
In my fancy embroidered braided cowboy boots
I would befriend Indians
If I was a sheriff
Laws Are Never Forbidden
Laws should be followed none are forbidden;
And not for long have our cats been hidden;
Purring and meowing,
We were ensuing;
Time for disaster in box they are kidding.
Jim Horn
Our cats are always straight shooters
never doing anything wrong.
18 murders in 24 hours
in Chicago, May 31
Another day of anarchy
Another day of fun
Police exhausted
Stretched too thin
Wear them out
Gangsters win
Now they're working
12-hour shifts
With no days off
What a gift --
To the shooters
Who lick their lips
Make their plans
~ City's fabric to rip
I wish I could make wish that could make me make a wish to turn all trouble makers into trouble shooters who wish they could make a wish to make them stay out of trouble so I would't have to make a wish at all so I could shoot straight to the nearest pub and shoot some pool instead of having all this trouble making wishes to make wishes.
newport, ohio
one man butcher
pizza palace
boozed drunks riding four wheelers or
riding horses through woods on tow path in winter
air filled with burning greens
causing fog to roll down to family owned gas station
yet on the horizon
the sportsman club
gleams with sharp lights as
shooters aim to win
on the other horizon
congregation singing every sat. night
and sunday morning
Cowboy Howdy the Clown still goes
To town with ten little shoes on his toes
Purple hair and a square blue nose
Ten grey flowers for Cimarron Rose
An itty bitty teeny weeny cowboy hat
Vaquero chaps and a little dogies tat
A plug of chaw and a lariat
Two six-shooters and a shoulder rat
He sure looks silly; he sure looks strange
And he's looking for his home on the range.
Damn arrows are flyin'
We're circled and taut,
Got shotguns and six shooters,
You should see how we fought!
They burned sixteen wagons,
Took fifty-odd scalps,
Abducted all our women,
And two of our Ralphs...
Why did they take
Those weary old men?
Maybe they're gay,
Or just had a yen
To burn a few white men
The Ralphs were whiter than most...
But, I supposed by now,
They're merely Ralph-toast!
I lived a short life,
but let me tell you,
I had wild west fun
I had two six shooters
and my trusty long gun
I had a steady hand,
I had an excellent eye
Some called me a marksman
If I took aim at you,
chances are you were gonna die
I never did think I would live too long,
it's the accepted fate when you live by the gun
There's only one unforgiving law ---
someone will come along
who has a faster draw
Script
Zoom zoom goes the car with drug dealers
Being chased by the cops in a spotted deal
The exchange was spotted by the police
Who gave chase six shooters drawn
Firing at the fleeing BMW that sped away
Bullets zinged into it others were fired back
It was a right cowboys and Indians time
Just like a movie film with John Wayne
Who will win the cops or dealers?
It’s just like a films script but real
I went to Walmart this morning - yes, it was very brave.
My dander was up - I was on high alert - for active shooters and the unmasked.
Then I saw him! A man on the cookie aisle - he looked like he had the monkeypox!
So, I kicked him in the nuts and ran - you can’t be too careful out there.
It turns out that he was just an 80-year-old retiree wearing a polka-dot shirt.
I apologized - from a safe distance - as the paramedics carted him away.
It felt like a close call.
Earth Day’s not a worth day
For the skeptics and polluters
And, add to that, the bigots and
The ask-no-question shooters.
For those who value someone’s life
So little they’d take aim
And fire a weapon with no thought
That they could kill or maim
Most certainly don’t care about
The animals and plants
Or rescuing our planet
When, right now, we have a chance.
It’s sad to think about the earth
That we will leave behind,
But even worse to face
The callousness of humankind.