Short Sniper Poems
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Behind a broad fence
A grassy knoll in Dallas
Lone sniper waited
Changed the course of history
Possibly went scot-free, too.
June 14, 2021
Across uneven terrain
tightrope-walking
narrow mountain passes
dodging sniper fire
He carries her picture
tucked into his heart
From that wrinkled photo
his thoughts ne'er depart
Trump Soon Became A Sniper
Trump searched and soon became sniper;
He was hard at it and then became hyper;
Wore frown;
Let people down,
And became world's worst at being a typer.
Jim Horn
STIER'S SNIPER POOPY STOOPY DIAPER--
Stier Fire
MAYBE BABE
STINKY WINKY
POOPY STOOPY
Stier Fire
Sniper Diaper?
.
12/20/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©
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In spite of a long history as a gunfighter
From my early days as a wild west sniper
Turned out pretty good
Wouldn't change if I could
Turned out to be a smashing good limerick writer
Love likened strikes as quick as a viper;
Therewith love's pulse billions grow more so fools.
Love - accurate as a military sniper.
There's fools of unthawed hearts; Than there's love's fools.
NOSE WOES - limerick
My nose told me it couldn’t get riper
as I opened and peeked in the diaper
one last gasping breath
succumbing to death
single shot from intestinal sniper
John G. Lawless
5/30/2015
Mortally wounded,
a soldier writhes
in pain,
crawls bloody
on the bloodied
earth.
From up a cliff
a sniper takes
aim again
to finish off a task
with neither rage
nor mirth.
In Ivory Coast
You don’t walk
Outside unarmed
Without your hands up
May be
You will not be shot that way
By a sniper
But snipers have their own way of thinking
About your life
Not everyone has a right
To a long happy life
Form:
Complaining Hitman
Sniper
Griper
Internet Detective
Hacker
Tracker
Welcomers at Adulterers Anonymous
Cheater
Greeter
Umbrella-carrying Pilot
Drier
Flyer
Male Greeter
Hello
Fellow
Elderly Au Pair
Granny
Nanny
April 13, 2022
Death is a whiteman!
A whiteman without a face,
blends well with the sun.
A deadly sniper in the day
strikes from a distance.
Death is a blackman!
A blackman without a shadow,
sneaks up on unsuspecting victims.
He resides in the dark night
and vanishes with the rising sun.
Listen to poem:
I stand lined up in the sights
between black lines,
going from left to right
going up and down,
lines drawn as crossroads,
at the intersection point
between chance and choice
sighted and aligned
in the cross hairs,
targeted by
the sniper
with squinted eyes
called
'Fate'
A sniper
is a secretly angelic person
who mysteriously causes miracles
when that person has their scope
on a crestfallen soul and when the sad
soul is about to give up, the saint
will take their shot, rejuvenating the pained soul
back to blissful life
without knowing what exactly happened
Picked off, one by one,
mothers, sons, uncles,
Aunts, some when fell, ****
their pants/the muscles
See, they start to dance.
Proud?
It was a war/kill them or
they’d kill
First; hand grenade or AK
Aimed at me
And now I wonder if some
mother’s son
Saw me today, what he’d
Say?
In an AK-47 way
In Your Neighborhood
Local
Opal
Also in Your Neighborhood
Near a
Vera
Combat Lady
Sniper
Piper
Girly Girl
Frilly
Tillie
The Boxing Girl
Bobbin’
Robyn
Fashion Setter
Trendy
Wendy
Miss Competitive
Trophy
Sophie
Guys will Do Anything . . .
For a
Cora
For a
Dora
For a
Nora
Men who hulking thugs lobby,
Now and then their hobby
To winning rivals clobber,
Hitting them until they slobber;
Their tunes for the piper
A much worse viper,
Venom as good a wiper
As enemy- silencing sniper.
Old owners of power
Mythical the eleventh hour
Their only message for The Youth:
A not- yet- your- time hurting truth.
The song contest.
There has been a song contest in Europe
Russian singers and musicians were banned
Which makes the contesting political?
Needless to say, Ukraine won.
One notice Israel appeared but not
Palestine, who was mourning a dead reporter
Killed by an Israeli sniper, but we will not hold
this against the musicians and singers
Star Sprayer
Twinkler
Sprinkler
Cleaning Freak
Hyper
Wiper
Flautist Pickpocket
Piper
Swiper
Complaining Hitman
Griper
Sniper
Test for Savant Autism
Rain Man
Brain Scan
Not Heard in France
Thank 'ee
Yankee
Capitalist Jerk
Wanker
Banker
Oct. 21, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
when I was a soldier,I killed a hundred men,
(women and children, I think maybe ten),
then one hot day as I lay in the sand,
a bullet caught me in the hand
so they discharged me with honour
and now I MAKE guns, which kill women
and children their brothers and sons
and instead of a hand, I now have a claw,
and it takes all my time to open a door
Blending with the light,
as ancients did?
on the leafy path.
You turn your gun?
on an old skull,
with broken teeth,
to rewrite the murder,
without qualms. A sniper
would take an aim.
Untouchable, the years
roll by, sending echos
in the valley of tears.
A final stroke.
The blood stops in the veins
while the angel sleeps.
Satish Verma
word sniper
mental piper
i
am
still
known
speak from me
knowledge from spit
rainbows question marks
what rain of love produced a shadow
tis but mine
this reflctioning of pale
sea foam sorrowed sand
time is but my riddle fiddle
for myselfs bit back hand
insanity fondles trapped
perpetually clapped
for me
mister
mental piper
word sniper
?
A sniper was around.
I did not want to rush
and kiss the jessamine.
Last night, it was a
retributory offer
to put off the candle.
I am here to stay
for prudence, speaking
the dialect of the nameless.
I survive the fetishes
of light. O unknown, I
live in darkness.
Moon was my solemn-
pledge. I had always stayed
in the house of truth.
Satish Verma
Urban Warfare
Knock Knock, tick tocks the clock,
post traumatic syndrome head trauma shock.
Glock Glock, click pop weapon stock,
three dimensional residential sniper kill shot on lock.
Hippity Hop, bee bop the music stops,
scattered brats panic attack, raiding cops.
Ding Dong, ping pong ball bounce bops,
sad sadistic, unrealistic, urban firearm goes pop, pop, pop!
Today, I was missed by a bullet
fired by a sniper in Syria,
a runaway train 10,000 miles from it,
and every swing of the
Grim Reaper’s scythe in between.
A repeat of so many days
of good coincidences.
Life is but an accident of time and geography,
we the beneficiaries of a random amnesty.
Tomorrow, I shall rise
and raise song unto the vaulting blue
for my privilege of sun.
Mortally wounded, a soldier writhes in pain,
crawls bloody on the burnt,
bloodied earth.
From up a crag, a sniper takes aim again
to finish off a task
bereft of mirth.
On the ground, ants lug hefty loads around lumps
of seared soil, singed sand and
torched boulder splinters
to build again and again their anthill crushed
by blood-stained boots of the
slain and the slayers!