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.
Years ago this story I am told
Of a bullet that came from a tree
No combat yet a peaceful day
One walking to gather water to shave
Helmet in hand to pick up the water
A bullet hit him in the head
Unable to yell with blood in his throat
David came to his rescue
Pulling him to safety yelling for a medic
The medic refuses to help
He is dead already lave him be
Dave not happy he pointed his M-16
You help or die
A dust off on its way to carry Tony away
David had thought he had lost his best friend
Lifting him into the chopper
Bullets sprayed across it
With his juggler vain sliced
No one knew until he got to Dang
A 30-minute ride away
Till this day David is still my friend
Even though my brother life had an end
It is as if he stepped into my brother’s shoes
Both are my heroes even today
There is nothing chivalrous about a sniper.
In days of yore, when the rain did pour;
Inside an inn, they spoke of was and when.
Even then their present was defined by their history,
As they prepared to march off to war again.
With muddied boots, we stomp on those which we call our enemy.
With feasts of meat and ale and fruit, we happily fill our bellies.
We raise the roof with our own self-importance.
We sing of past deeds and of how the battles were won.
Where we once used swords so chivalrously,
Now we fight each other using any surreptitious means;
Instead of swords, now we use guns.
Will we ever learn to end these battles
We insist on having with our fellow humans?
We are righteous in our reasoning, never mind the consequences.
If I am stood before God and He asks me to defend humanity;
Humanity shall stand alone; indefensible and defenceless.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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.
Shoot straight,
Don’t let your gaze stray,
Breath slow and measured,
Frame the mark in the sun’s rays.
Make a bead,
Feel the wind,
Clear your mind,
All but this rescind.
Take it slow,
Think ahead,
Know the moment
To release that deadly lead.
No time to ponder
None for regrets,
You’ve done your duty
In terminating threats.
You’re the archangel
Of right and might
The gavel of justice,
Our enemy’s blight.
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©
.
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
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
Shoot To Kill
Life is something
You do not revere
In an instant
The words come clear
Shoot to kill
Of notoriety
You haven't gotten
Quite your fill
The gun in your hands
Gives you an unholy thrill
The pain in your brain
Goes away once you take aim
On your unsuspecting targets
You think of the fame
The glory of your name
If you make this shot
A hardened criminal
You are not
Until you shoot to kill
You aim and squeeze
They don't even have time
To beg or scream please
Your head says engage
In this passionate rage
All remnants of humanity disengage
You think you are just acting
The whole world is your stage
You will be on the news
Make the front page
Your victims had a life
One a young child
Another a new father
The last one a housewife
You don't care
Bullets fly through the air
You feel disconnected
You feel no despair
It won't stop
Until you've had
Your unfortunate share
You don't have to play fair
No rules are there
When you shoot to kill
Inspired by actual events in Ohio 2003
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
?
SARAJEVO 1994-95 - the sniper
He hides behind the dirty window pane
with eyes all cold and void of any care
in blinding heat or through a drizzle rain
his thoughts are only what has brought him there.
His mind's not thinking that's a special friend,
nor is that girl in love; he doesn't care;
the choice comes on with no thought of the end
and made, perhaps, because she's standing there.
His sight is set, and all she'll ever be
gives way to things her life will never know,
and when she falls and lays there helplessly,
his only thought is she was quick to go.
All in a breath, he's layed her to the street;
and ended life to make his day complete.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
I'm am up on the cliff lying down prone
tossing some sticks throwing some stones
until i heard him say get ready
then i aim my rifle steady
He said wait!
as i lined up the dot
he said now!!
as i fired the shot
as the bullet hit we seen an expressionless face
we got up and ran at a very fast pace
as we were going home i thought back to that moment
he had a family but i had to own up to it
Because we are grunts and are done what we are told
even when we don't want to But that's a burden we must hold
because we were trained that way
and that way we will stay.
SARAJEVO - the sniper
He hides behind the dirty window pane
with eyes all cold and void of any care
in blinding heat or through a drizzle rain
his thoughts are only what has brought him there
his mind's not thinking that's a special friend
nor is that girl in love; he doesn't care;
the choice comes on with no thought of the end
and made, perhaps, because she's standing there.
His sight is set, and all she'll ever be
gives way to things her life will never know
and when she falls and lays there helplessly
his only thought is she was quick to go.
All in a breath, he's layed her to the street;
and ended life to make his day complete.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet1
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
That God
is inside of every living being
and
by each murder
you're killing a piece of
him
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