Shots Poems

sounded like gun shots

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

Fatal Shots

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.

Ginger Shots

**Ginger Shots**

Today, of all days, I find myself dividing my tears into sections. With each moment, each tear, and each snuffle I make, the paper tissues crumble, showing signs of the mishaps in life that surely cannot be mended. Yesterday was your birthday, and today is my revelation about life—my life. 

Lately, it seems I’ve

Shots at a Funeral

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 

Shots Fired

The door exploded.
When she slammed it,
detonations riddled his body,
shock and anger
galloped over his mind
both riding the same horse.

Molten emotions dripped in the air,
a seethe like lava, a floe that clung
even as she ran down the long staircase,
heels ticking off
all the wrongs of his tongue.

They ate the apple, but the worm
in the fruit ate her.
It was

May 4 1970

May 4, 1970
shots rang out
tin soldiers and Nixon’s coming
four dead in Ohio

Environmental shots

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

Gun shots in my neighborhood

#The_gun_shots_in_my_neighborhood
My heart bleeds, as my mind wonders, I wonder if it be not a mother's child at the receiving end, wondering if while I'm busy wondering there be a life that's being lost in the very moment, I wanna go and see, help maybe but what if I become a casualty, my conscience strangles me

Shots of Imagination

The horror of reality is tied to money,
the horror of reality you cannot wake-
The horror of reality makes my head spin,
the horror of reality? 
I’d just as soon run from-
The horror of reality you can’t make up,
the horror of reality you can’t unsee-
The horror of reality pushes me to indulge
the horror of reality 
with shots

Six Shots of Southern Comfort

Bonne nuit, numbers and digits
Did you miss hearing the drunk specter sing?
Back to waffle again about their trauma and joy
Derek isn't even their real name

Where were you when the millennium turned?
I can't imagine it was peaceful for everyone
After all, someone had to be 30 at that point
Or was it easier when the world was less

Calling The Shots

 AI can generate a poem for you
 We like all the things AI can do
 It can conjure an image just from a click
 and solve complex problems very quick

 It saves us time with its lightning speed
 Taking care of our mundane needs
 AI can work all day and all night
 It doesn't

Guns and Floats

Parades police tape
Shots fired active shooter
Nearby children play

The shots ring out

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

Ginger Shots

Today of all days I am dividing my tears into sections, 

With each moment, with each tear drop and snuffle I makes 

The paper tissues will always thread,  

crumbling signs some mishaps in life 

 surely, cannot be mended; 

 

Yesterday was your birthday,  

Today it's my revelation, of life, (my life) 

It

Shots in the Dark

The stars shoot straight, no curve balls, they light us up,
we feel the silver bullets ricocheting inside our eyes,
even when they are closed.

There's is no such thing as low caliber starlight,
they are, a million light year-old shockwave.

When that distant, shot in the dark, hits you,
you will know, big picture-wise,
that according to the long arm of

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