Swat Poems | Examples


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Premium Member SWAT on TV

tv excitement
swat team bashes in the door
who fixes the frame

Premium Member In the Valley of Swat

(Wind River Sunrise, 2015)

Swastika Girls

In the Valley of Swat
The Holy Ghosts of rishis dwell
After all this time
All these changes
Nothing can erase
The lingering scent
Of gnosis

(10/7/23)

Swat

A fly flies in;
You want him out.
That's what a swatter's 
All about.

You hope he lands
Where you can reach.
(Some spots have rules
You should not breach.)

Like on a vase
Or someone's head.
You need a wall
Or door instead.

And then you aim
With what you've got.
If luck is yours,
You've made the shot.

The fly falls down
Upon the floor
And then your swatter
Waits for more.


Spring Weather Armed Tactics- Swat

Bugs~
arrive~
do bomb dives~
swat team ready~
Die!~



4-8-17

Premium Member Why Did Noah Not Swat Those Two Mosquitoes

 man wrestles with his existence 
while nature dances
to the melody 
of the wind

Youth For Passion, Swat Those Flies!

Remember the hard times
For it will be around to teach our kids
And when their day has come to
All we'll see is red lipstick , loud cologne
Blasting tunes of our youth and theirs
Though we may stop them from becoming adults
The bad times are what may turn them quicker

Back porches equipped with mosquitos
Scented ale lingering around
Mary Jane's scent is everyone's favorite aroma
Remember the times
They bring past, present and no hope for the future


S.W.A.T.

The call comes in to meet
To rendezvous at a secret place
I quickly get suited up
And take my rifle from its case

As we drive down the road
All huddled up in a van
Checking our equipment
Preparing to execute the plan

As we approach the house
Not knowing what lies ahead
With a halligan in hand
they lie asleep in bed

The battering ram strikes
as break and rake hooks crash
Confusion fills the air
with broken shards of glass 

Securing hands in zip-cuffs
The METH-lab’s still hot
Just another night
In the life of S.W.A.T.

Swat By Hands of Spite

Swat by hands of spite,
our sprite 
(unsquelched)
sprinkles from her reserves
to revive a sacred rite;

in her hands,
speckles of if
become when.

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