Short Shots Poems
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Dessert
Hot double fudge
Chocolate, walnut, sweet
Good when shared with a friend or
Lover
(Cinquain, traditional)
A man swallowed Jello shots
Then fell on some cooking pots
He was burnt and scolded
He fell against the wall
Looked like he was doing some squats
You must be kidding
Game's on and no one called me?
Ok, break time's up
I've been ignored long enough
I call the shots around here
~*~
For Linda's "Baby Babbles" Contest
There once was a young dentist called Claire
Upon scanning a dental repair
Very soon was red faced
When she took in her haste
X-rays showing her own derrière.
1/ 20/ 2019.
Shots fired drive by
Shots injected inoculations
Small consumption of alcohol
Shot glass
Projectiles
Tactical shots fired
9/6/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
When I was a baby, I cried at the sight of life
When I was child I slept to protest life
When I was a teenager I screamed and kicked at life
When I was twenty, I was begging death
But now I drink to heal my death
Two shots in the sky
And one in your eye
Take one for the team
And strut down to first
I’ll cheer you on
If you promise to make it home
But Lord, oh Lord
You’re blind on one side now
And you took a wrong turn
Towards infinity
Form:
Two gun shots is all I hear
Then birds flew everywhere
Some went East, Some West, north and south
I heard coughing, looked back and you were bleeding from your mouth
and I was too scared to dial 911
Because I was the one who shot that gun
It sounded like gun shots
As if someone is shooting bullets from a car on the road
Pop Pop Pop Pop Pop Pop
My dogs did not respond
But I did
because the hair rose on the back of my neck
And I recognize gunfire
From TV shows
No vodka shots
No drinking beer.
Even without alcohol
She has no fear.
She is simple
And clean.
And could rule the world
Without being mean.
Yes, she is a girl
With no bad quality.
All she believe
Is in gender Equality.
©saniyapoetry
Bullet shots rang
Like a church bell in my ear
And the screams sang
With the undertone of fear
The bell tolled
And the sunshine went away
And the thunder rolled
On that summers day
And the people fell to the ground
With a sudden thud
Such a sound
And out poured the blood
They rang out clear on the spine of the night,
Smashing stained glass of basement churches
And disembowelling pots of truths.
Aiming at the tendons of hate from
Lone-eyed monsters,
The slugs, flaming and fertile,
And with sparks of racial rage,
Penetrate America's gloom
With a boom.
Gun Shots
Call Cops
Few More
Hit Floor
Lights Off
Dry Cough
Dark Fears
Soft Tears
Phone Fails
Bite Nails
Some thing
Drove Me
Open
Curtain
Soft Cries
Inside
Broke Down
On Ground
Draw Near
Over Here
Father Please
Help Me
Late Night
Such Fright
Can't Sleep
Anxiety
it’s too easy to mock
and ridicule
to take on airs
so pompous
pretentious
arrogant
irreverent
and insolent
blatant cheap attempts
to have us look
the other way
at least momentarily
take the attention
off our own
personal flaws
and shortcomings
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2020
Shots ring out
people scream
Rivers of blood
it's no dream
Some have died
others live on
As spin-makers
prepare their con
Gun control pols
blame the NRA
Although in Congress
they'll have their way
The bottom line
every time
No one's safe
from rising crime
gunshots, gunshots, gunshots
shots fired anonymously into the night
Why are so many shots fired in vain anonymously in the night
governed by unknown purposes on behalf of opposing ideals
engaged in conflict from behind a mask of camouflouged intents
through the eyes of unforgivable hate by innocent hands forced
to injustly react.
"Pop! Pop! Pop!" goes a squeezed Desert Eagle.
Two innocent bodies drop; funeral to be held for one.
Fleeing block party crew scatter like startled lemmings.
A drive-by shooting; blood curdling screams follow.
Repeated cries of "Somebody call an ambulance!"...
Yet another day, somewhere in America.
Unique
Elite swimmer
brown, tailless, Pied-billed Grebes
can float, dive or simply submerge
graceful
dark eyes
cinnamon tone
heard but not often seen
rear end feet, lobed toes, poor flier
gawky
small bird
solitary
widespread, but rarely seen
dramatic silent crash-diver
decent
patient
near to nest bowl
I hide in marsh water
to capture still clear reflection
I wait
So dark. So deep.. So hard to breathe...
No where to retreat.
Wont accept defeat!
No time to sin, or look within.
These walls are closing in...
I've spent some time on the bottom!
Big problem!!!
Scraping, clawing, gnawing my way...
Telling myself if I'm vertical,
it was a good day!
And hey!
Maybe I'm not on my feet,
but I'm off my knees.
My dreams I believe.
Therefore, I strive to achieve...
Form:
I'm in the station when I hear the first shot
I run outside to the parking lot
Willis and Ferris are on the ground
Faces down
Blood pooling around
Blood rushes to my head
Are they alive or dead?
I begin to move towards them when another shot rings out
I feel something sharp hit me then I too am knocked out
I wake up in a strange room filled with wounded men
I count them and spot Willis and Ferris is beds 9 and 10
He walks into the market,
With a rifle in his hands.
An ulterior motive,
That no one understands.
An automatic weapon,
It should come as no surprise.
With fully loaded clip,
Drops people just like flies.
See the blood splattered scene,
A sight we all abhor.
Another fatal shooting,
Limp bodies on the floor.
There's a smile on his face,
As he savors all the dead.
Please do us all a favor,
And shoot yourself instead.
The shots ring out,
The soldiers drop,
Comrades shout,
The soldiers are filled with doubt,
As they splash through the slop,
The shots ring out,
The blood shall spout,
The bodies flop,
Comrades shout,
No More scout,
The bodies pile higher, his on top
The shots ring out,
The enemy starts to Strout,
As the army is served slop,
Comrades shout,
The army pushes on through the drought,
The soldiers drink water glop,
The shots ring out,
Comrades shout.
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6-11-2024
Covid shots
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2022
We do our best to stay alive
had four covid shots, and will have five
if they say that’s best to do
even had jabs for the flu
me and the missus are doing well
got RAT tests so that we can tell
if we have covid, and if not
maybe the flu is what we’ve got.
We’ve done the best that we can do
what the experts told us to
if it doesn’t work, we tried our best
to protect ourselves, and the rest.
By Bob Moore