A Snipers Tale
A SNIPERS TALE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
My spotter and I form a highly efficient crew
Dedicated to eliminating those menacing you
We take up position under the cover of night
Then search for the sniper hidden from sight
Scour the terrain for any sight of his presence
Find him first, for he finds us, requires patience
Searching for any movement, any change of
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Categories:
snipers, angst, death, fate, grief,
Form: Rhyme
Snipers Dream Humour Is the Best Medicine
A Boy,
his Mother named Fred
Is better known to his Friend's
By the caustic nickname
Snipers Dream
Because of the size of his head
Slimline was 2XL all around was constantly eating
Whereas
Fatt's was shaped like a cigarette
and hardly ate at all
Tall Paul was 4 Foot something
Shorty was 6 Foot 6
Poor Boy wanted for nothing
While
Richie Rich had holes in
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Categories:
snipers, funny,
Form: Free verse
Police and Snipers
Whatever was in their heads
May have pushed them over the edge
What they call fear
Means turning a deaf ear
Than becoming nebulous about the facts
When their motive was clear
Grief has no color but it has many names
Your grief, my grief and their grief is all the same
If we disagree with the one who’s wearing a badge
It doesn’t
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Categories:
snipers, fear,
Form: Lyric
A Snipers View of the Great War
Fly on hand
born of comrade’s corpse,
the only memory of what has gone before.
The fleas that hide,
slowly drinking my soul,
a world where freedom lies
snug in the recess of my body,
a giving god to them.
And as I curse the itch with embers burn
I peer through the sight once more
waiting for my foe.
For country has made an avenging
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Categories:
snipers, war, god, god,
Form: Free verse
Snipers
Dust and blood on an iPod that plays,
Hole, for love of country, for love,
Of the scope on a fine bolt action M-40 rifle.
Cupid was a sniper, for love of Psyche.
Like the marksman in the minaret that shot,
Lance Corporal Miller in the face,
He will have a thousand virgins at his feet.
As Corporal Nick Ziolkowski loved
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Categories:
snipers, history, life, loss, love,
Form: Sonnet