Shooting Voice Poems

i spot a shooting star
you spot it too
and for the first time
we are glaring at different skies....

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A Beast of Burden

He halted..

Sniffing the air, he turned tail and galloped off.

Still,
Without delay,
We gallantly dragged our efforts, shooting at the poor beast in hot...

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Pay close attention to the words I say;
We're living our nightmares every single day.
We're still crying cuz people are dying
From robbing, stealing, stabbing, and lying.
Bombs...

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Pray,
If you should tell
All that you have bottled up
Who will you tell?
Who will believe you?
Stories of swollen head, slit lips
Blood, brimstone and bonfires 
Laboriously ignited...

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Bad celestial report: 
Black hole from a missing heart,
aorta star 
supernova vanishing
Searching Pluto cold calls,
no late night
return transmission ring  ring orbiting

Big Jupiter blinking eye...

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Please don't raise your voice..
Loud it is..
An obnoxious loud burst of fireworks..
Shooting and firing in all directions..
for I can hear you..
I am not deaf..

When you...

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The March for Our Lives [2018 and Onward]

Shooting and killing is not a way of life.
It hurts our mentality and distorts our minds.
We are here...

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What the Butler Heard
Extract from a memoir

Lord Illustrious Penge of Lampwicker Hall,
Welcomed local Toffs, to his Name-Dropper ball.
Noses upturned with a touch of conceit,
Hob-Knobbing with...

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Kind Of Blue (For Miles Davis)

Woodlawn Cemetery, Bronx Ny 1991


Before they could lower Miles 
into the damp, dark ground
Two of the PALL BEARERS
Thought they heard...

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Dawn But darker.
It’s stronger – bitter parts
no wind blowing
no bird singing
Instead bullets shooting 
alas shouting, screaming
terrifying wars
monstrous killings
bloodshed violence
shedding of tears 
return of death
how many...

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Ayo, Once upon a time...
Their was a young brave renegade
That would love someone solely than detonate
Than pick up the pieces and try to renovate
Just so...

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As I pull weeds from cracks in sidewalks
Yout sit on top of thrones made of solid gold
And I pay no mind to the women around...

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I was running some errands and stopped into the little waterfront restaurant for a late lunch.  It was kind of that in-between lunch and...

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books turn of love 

a day breaks in our eyes of love 
angels dance with such great love 

shooting hearts from cupids arrows sending love...

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	Janette Fisher
Contest Name	
Holding out for a Hero

Whispering Strawn
 2/25th Btn....Kokoda, World War2

Howard Strachan
Whispering  Strawn or Strack they did say,
After he was shot in the...

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