Smoking Gun Poems - Poems about Smoking Gun

a perfect shot, to the head, trickle of blood, he is dead, the smoking gun, in my hand, justice done in lawless land, father of two, middle of street, his widowed wife, revenge sweet, ageing mother weeps for son, in my hand, the smoking gun! score is settled, bullet fired, job completed, I was hired, reason why, I do not know, nor the problem nor the...

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Who ruined my confidence, Who trampled my young dreams, Who turned the signpost around, Who undid all my schemes? Who was responsible, Who held the smoking gun, My parents, my teachers, my friends, Could I afford to trust anyone? Who deterred me from trying, Who played on my self-doubt, Who kept me on the outside, Who locked my brave heart out? I looked all around me ......

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ah the moments between darkness and light death and new life a dream, we're awake the dalliance advanced the twist we danced touch caressed as the moon sung a song the willing the wrong 'twas right ever tight in an effortless form aligning the cold with warm bent into shape with a kiss a steal left with a breeze blown in from the sea but oh was it real...

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“Smoking Gun” Twisted Blistered dance with me Come on Brother Snow get off your genuflection mojo knees The World’s about to turn and merge Vibrating dimensions souls that turn 4th and 5th must be better than 3rd The World’s a vomit bucket filled with the spew of war and ravaging arrogant jackels and silky purring curs We are transmuting on the...

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A SMOKING GUN Beholding planet Earth from the far reaches of space, In the ink black cosmos the observers must give voice What a beautiful planet have we here A very unusual blue and green glowing sphere It must be the gateway to heaven's door Let's go have a look -- what are we waiting for If the visitors decide...

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The Smoking Gun We entertain thoughts at the work party with high class cocktales Running to and from our destination as are ego's soar throughout One word spoken out of context can throw a wrench on your reputation May need to take a rest on a well needed vacation So we carry on with a...

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The mother I had is no longer here. The heart, it beats, the lungs take what little air they can filter. But she is not here. She is alive, but no longer lives, or gives. Her voice is coarse, and hoarse. When laughter rears it's ugly dead, black head, it froths, and it crackles, and it ends in blood red eyes. The contrast is stark, light...

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I smoke a cigarette, and while it helps my mind to rest, I detest I treat my body like this. But I smoke to protest against those who don't, but spend their existence trying to stop me, from shortening mine. But it is my time to spend how I wish, Even if that means I'm a nightmare to kiss. I already know what...

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Everday I do it, then exhale its warm poison. It cools me , lets me think as if Ididnt have a brain of my own. In the mist of it all, the world puases for that moment life unhinges. As thoughts splash my mind like waves and paranioa brushed my goose bumps as i shiver in its influence...

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I lay down this pack, trying to promise myself not to look back. Looking back is my own weakness, and you could also put it as my own selfishness. Pleasing my own desires, only making myself feel tired. When I walk, I fall short of breath, just knowing it's death lurking down my neck. Into my lungs this black smoke fills, reading every day...

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A child with a gun under the table. Click, click, click tells its unstable. The blast echoes in the air. Silence falls full of despair. Parents are out having a good time. The sitter is talking on the phone, does not see the child climb. Father is a police man. Leaving out his weapons is were the accident began. A pool of blood...

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