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Shagged in the back of a shotgun shack
at night by moonlight
peeping past curtains of burlap sack
such a sore sight
surrounded by fields of green
willing as she'd been
tho' torn
she surely wasn't about to be seen
with a child out of wedlock born
so with a bun in the oven
she had her Dad invite he
who did the dirty deed
and plant the seed
the Father-to-be
down south way out on the steading
to shape up show up and in the end
attend a shotgun wedding
Staring into the clear blue Sky,
Tears Fill my Eyes,
As the crows come flying by,
High above the trees,
Dancing with the Breeze.
I'm Down on my knees,
Shoveling,
Digging up My roots.
Exposing bitter Truths.
Who I Use to Be,
The parts I Wish weren't me.
Opening the door,
I settle in.
Riding Shotgun with The Devil,
Riding to a different level.
Balancing the Machine,
Repairing the Seam.
Picking up Steam,
Becoming a Team.
How it may seem,
Unclean.
Yet Unseen,
Lie Lessons to Glean.
See the Important Role,
It plays Teaching a Soul.
Finding Light in the Dark,
I embark upon Dimensions,
Sparking my intentions.
Exposing my Ascension,
The Curses and Blessings.
Challenging and testing,
Keeping me Guessing.
It's my Hands on The Wheel,
I can see them from here.
I'm Feeling no control,
Going with the flow.
The best I Know,
Shining as I go.
Sharing my Light,
I stop to pay the Toll.
Continuing our roll,
I begin to let go.
Riding Shotgun with the Devil,
Riding on a whole new Level.
Teaching me what I know,
To Show Love,
To All Those,
Looking to,
Grow.
poems wing -zing themselves through the air
hitting me on the back, in the neck, in the ear
I am being pelted by them on a daily basis.
The only way to get away is to write them down.
They begin to settle when they realize I am honoring them.
Thus, I keep a pen handy in restaurants, while waiting for soccer practice,
in the doctor’s office.
You never know when a good one is going to come full out at you.
I blame my freckles on a shotgun blast of poems.
Substance with death plan or harm,
To recover from it Luck’s charm;
Planter taker has lost his farm,
Not likely to help ‘Raised Alarm’.
In one’s bowel begins its strike,
All good organs poison dislike;
Doctor fetched with the quickest bike
One should not with poison self spike…
Some poison through in a minute
Their wasting strength quite infinite:
Who solves problems with one nitwit;
He has his own very throat slit!
Poison could permit life hours,
Time giving one to watch flowers;
As the plagues of effect tower,
Quick transfer to Airy bower…
Death from poison often trauma
Privileged eyes watch a drama
The eloquent takers stammer
While being hit by brutish hammer:
Some figure bent double squawking
Or trying last-minute walking;
A clear attempt to keep talking
Like hunters down but not stalking…
Poison for foes formidable:
The reason for it credible;
Often loud a killing gunshot,
Ears would it hear exposed your plot…
Shotguns for blood search
Of all places a church:
Not Muslims for Jihad;
Christians who the guts had…
Christ they know like priests
But this murder makes the feats.
Some ten million to share
After a job just unfair,
Each three million dollars,
Soon their shirts gold collars…
For ten years now Mayor,
James gone for last prayer:
His worth. The Betrayer
Through one Michael Heyer.
from SELL OUT
Nick Armbrister
Shotgun Birds
In the sky the birds fly up high
Dodging shotgun pellets
Fired from the pissed off farmer
See how they turn and roll
This way and that oh yes
One is hit on a wing
Spirals down to fall
Like a wounded bomber plane
Wait till one lands
On the irate farmer's head
Bang bang goes his gun
Up high fly the hot lead
Hit is another seagull
His white feathers now red
On and on the fight goes
Shotgun farmer versus birds
A big cash withdrawal with my verve,
Then sighting watching crooks did a swerve
Only God knows where I got the nerve!
Like one who does in the Army serve...
Perhaps, because it's my last reserve,
A lot I'd lost others didn't deserve,
Treasures forfeited I could preserve
And to this leave not it conserve...
Money withdrawal with Machine Card,
Next saw snatchers that would make life hard,
One with a shot gun had out pulled it
US Pistol with Russian bullet
And just like that I found the courage
To off the scene bound, no brain damage.
As we neared our destination
Heard a loud reverberation
Almost instant suffocation
Windows down for ventilation
First a little accusation
Followed by a refutation
Then he says it’s defamation
An unjust adjudication
One quick breath in desperation
Then I paused my respiration
Dare not risk an inhalation
Fumes so bad they’d kill a nation
Cigarette for relaxation
Struck a match then detonation
Leapt out to avoid cremation
Went back for my charred Alsatian
4 October 2022
Contest: Single Stanza Monorhyme
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
Gunshots ring out
Too many bodies to count
Running and hiding
While bullets keep firing
Blood sprays
Where bodies lay
Going to the light
Because of gun rights
But my question is this,
Is your right worth the crimes those commit?
Driving shotgun
she took the wheel with her coffee
I smiled and made comfortable
my relaxing feet
We traveled many a places
the road was our friend
no doors were shut
to our travel there was no end
I would do anything to have that seat again
to be with the one I love and travel with
but fate would have another path
there will never be another kiss
Wednesday, January 19, 2022
MY FAVORITE VACATION IN RHYME Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
He came at us in the middle of the night.
Carrying a shotgun, and it was not light.
He shot at my husband but was way off to the right.
I saw it was the turkey and knew we’d have a fight.
I hid under the bed and refused to pop out my head.
I knew that gobbler was waiting to make all of us dead.
Then I heard the little ones climbing out of their bed,
So I dashed down the hallway, and hid with them instead.
Bam! That gun off. The turkey was a killing machine.
He took out the boarders, Mr. and Mrs. McQueen.
I yelled “Turkey, we were going to have ham, not turkey lean.”
He came into the room; his eyes had a wild mean gleam.
He took that shotgun and put holes all over the wall.
Then he strutted out, looking at least ten foot tall.
Never get a turkey whose been on steroids again,
I told my husband, who had been hiding from him.
...Lefty just smiled at the sight,
wouldn’t have to search for the fight,
he said, “I see you want to die,
are bounties really worth your life?”
The man wore white, and smile back,
“Ain’t none faster than Randsome Jack.
I’d draw, but there is no need too
with that shotgun right behind you.”
Lefty sneered, “No need to be a jerk,
I’m not so dumb that trick will work—”
Then a cold fear came to his mind,
when two barrels pressed on his spine.
He heard the small man from the bar
say, “Both hands up, stay where you are.
My partner Jack has got the cuffs,
you make a move, this gun goes off.”
As Jack walked forth, the small man grinned,
“It was much too easy with him.
Who needs speed when they’re all so dumb,
what’s pistols to a scattergun?!”
Jack slapped the cuffs on and then laughed,
“Tonight, good whiskey, and hot baths.”
“A thousand each,” the small man said,
that was the price for Lefty’s head.
we’re ready are you
wonder if it’s mine at all
do you take ~ i guess
A parent is a shotgun
protecting households and acres,
it turns on enemies without question, a trigger pulled at foul friend.
A parent is a cloud
craning neck from afar -
revealing sun to enlighten, then rain to dampen mood but nourish, replenish.
A father is a road
with heart shaped lines marking countryside,
lanes crossing a patchwork of grass and tarmac, hair and skin – aged.
A mother is a sheet
swaddling each babe in white, in cotton clean -
a chrysalis warming the child til spring, til wings spread.
A parent is a clock
tracing the ticks of blood and bond,
tracking the tocks of kin reborn;
the line continuous
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