Target Poems - Poems about Target

On Target

He had to be mad
to invade Ukraine
his troops followed orders
they must all be insane
to cross the borders
an unwarranted attack
by a megalomaniac
bombarding innocents
who couldn't fight back
one leader was a comedian
the other is a clown
the former gave us smiles
the latter makes us frown
what do the Russians hope
to achieve or accomplish
by destroying all they covet
leave us alone Ukraine's

Truthful Target

G-ood
I-ntentions
N-urture
A-ll,

L-etting
O-bjectives
R-ighteously
E-mploy
N-obility
Z-one's
O-penness

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TARGET PRACTICE SHOOTING MY LARGE TREES IN LARGE PLANTERS

FEAR NOT THE BULLET HOLES LEFT INSIDE MY LARGE  PLANTS AS MY NEIGHBOR ENJOY DRINKING A COLD BEER SITTING WITH HIS DOG LICK WAITING ON A TIME TO KILL I CALLED THEM MY JAN 6 NEIGHBORS BECAUSE THEY CRUSHED OUR FLAGS BROKE INTO OUR HOME ON VETERANS DAY WE MOVED OUR FLAGS TO THE

Regrets

Registered voices polled
election tide Red 
getting their collective way.
Reaping, now what they sowed. 
Excited delirium mandated
targets, tariff topping. Tempted
serendipity. Look at you now

Trump trumpets decree to target then deport

Trump trumpets decree to target then deport...

visa a vis militaristic plan 
a boot 15-20 million people -
undocumented hard working Americans 
(maybe some living here legally) forcibly, 
and violently shipped out,
when victoriously, surreptitiously,
and purportedly illegally entering 
our ports of the world wide web.

Though born, bred, and raised here 
in the U S of A (The 'short

Burning arrows strike the target

What can we expect from a government denying God's plan 
that which speaks in parseltongue the language of snakes 
this which is a skill that converses through black magic 
Pretending to care it focuses on taboo subject matter 
how blind has become the darkness surrounding these souls
They start shedding when the light illuminates their heart's

TARGET CRIES

My cries
Who listens?
My Thoughts
Who cares?
Life after
A wonder
Tears pour
Frightened moment
The pain
Anguish felt
The struggle
No way out
The fate
Must face
Situation
Must be strong
The circumstance
Looking to overcome
Standing alone
A slight pause
Thinking aspect
Yesterday’s wait
Tomorrow’s new day
Worries upon worries
Sorrows minute
A voice of worry not
Believe
Cries to Heaven

Target Practice

Of course, there will always be that one
that leaves a smoking hole in your being,
a wound from a bullet
that was mistaken for love.

It is chastening to know that
that special person has quite forgotten,
nor will even note
your long disappearing trick.

More importantly, you now realize,
that it was you
who shot yourself.

The Target

Hugh, listen
How do you hit the target?
I don't hit the target,
The bullet does.
Hugh, but the bullet is a fool.
It is if you are a fool,
And a big mouth too.

Outgoing President a Disaster

Fired shots that smelt not their target,
Gold digger far away from nugget;
Plight of the masses fought the wrong way:
Not one of them did meet a bright day...

Your pictures in offices fidget,
The days left I count with each digit.
You have the ship steered; You've had your say
But the whole thing looks perfect child's play.

What more would

Target Killing

Q.1.Did the Police attempt to stop the vehicle
and did the occupants defy the orders??
Q.2.Why did the Police open fire and yet the
occupants were not shooting at them??
Q.3.Why didn't the Police shoot the vehicle's
tyres to immobilize it instead of lethal force??
Q.4.Why did the Police aim at the passenger
and not the driver??
Q.5.Why did the Police open Fire

Bull's Eye

There is a bull’s eye on my heart.
A knife protrudes up to the hilt.
It twists and turns and tears apart,
defines the edges of bloodguilt,
but I survive, rebuild from start.

The bull’s eye shines - I can’t fake it.
Continues on around, around.
Again, repeat – I can’t shake it.
Goes up and down and runs aground.
When all is done

Wrong Target

Two protesters, breaking some laws 
To convince folks to notice their cause,
Threw two cans of red soup
And stood by as the goop
Trickled down a Van Gogh without pause.

It was “Sunflowers,” and, worst of all,
They then glued themselves fast to the wall.
The tomato soup’s aim
Only damaged the frame,
Though the act in itself did appall.

Still, I wonder,

Soft Target

It is easy
Doesn't take much effort
To convince the innocent they are guilty

All it takes are willing cohorts
And their concerted efforts
To manufacture believable evidence

Begin again with original sin
Live in poverty but wait for the heavenly
Life is another punishment waiting to be happening

And you will bend your knee to other gods
You will trust in demons
And their face

Target

TARGET

WITHOUT TARGET NO LIFE FUTURE
FIX TARGET WITH FUTURE
OBSTACLES NORMAL IN WAY
TRY AND TRY ALL WAY
DECIDE TARGET ONLY ONE
TO GET IT ALWAYS RUN
TARGET IS NOT TOUGH AND EASY
ALWAYS GET TARGET KEEP, NO BUSY
FAIL IS A LEARNING WAY
AFTER FAIL COME SUN RAY
DON’T WARRY ABOUT RESULT
DON’T WORRY ANY INSULT
DON’T TAKE REST IN LIFE
UNTIL GET TARGET IN LIFE
TRY TO

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