Short Silver Bullet Poems
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The Lone Ranger
The silver bullet
Was placed in the gun shot fired
"Hi, Ho Silver wwway!!"
12/16/17
by James Edward Lee Sr
I’ve got a thesaurus and a gun
arming torpor trigger fingers;
Poetry at point blank range,
silver bullet savage;
Deliberate verse
detonated,
you never
felt the
hit.
i cannot rest i cannot dream until my thoughts, they softly seem to drift on over drift away to dreamy landing and you sway. you whirling durvish of vietnam my silver bullet written on.
Shiny silver bullet opens to reveal pompous red cream;
cream that is spread like hot melting wax upon a plump young canvas;
A canvas that must walk the streets at night to be viewed for money.
The American way
The only way
The last place on earth
The Last Chance Saloon
The bee's knees
The Great Satan
The silver bullet
The last roundup
The life of the party
The enfant terrible
The golden girl
The ugly stepchild
The man in the moon
The Frankenstein monster
The great white hope
The end
no inspiration
winter is a lie
a thousand sayings
the damned rise and speak
fortunes and sex
fame and disease
cholera of the mouth
choking pleas
too much thought is burning down
golden paradise
in a book is gone
tv died in the 70’s
a silver bullet
a microchip
lost on the moon
landed in the broadcast
Darling, Darling, Why did you torment me so?
A silver bullet aimed at my heart,
Which caused a deadly blow.
Darling, Darling, why did you hide it for so long.
I treated you right,
I did you no wrong.
Darling, Darling, I know now.
You never loved me,
No way, no how.
Darling, Darling, finally I see.
You were just a beautiful lie,
Who made my heart bleed.
Found the abandoned misused tomb
Metallic and ancient it slept
Airstream trailer, silver bullet
I wandered the forest and wept
Found a rusted knife in the ash
Metallic and ancient it slept
A kitchen tool, left in the rain
It was just begging to be kept
Found a can of neon spray paint
Metallic and ancient it slept
I helped my siblings paint our barn
And at time’s end, away we crept
scaling the tower
cold-blooded and crammed
in a silver bullet shot
through the night sky
we stopped short of the door
intertwining with passion
slowly sliding in
molting our outer layers
the bird lay clutched with claws
she screams the serpent's name
in passionate praise of a naked god
for a time, feathers fly
bodies roaring like thunder
that woke me to morning
as silence stood bare
the serpent sank back to the depths below