Wesson Poems | Examples

Anne Surely

Like Smith and Wesson:
Weaponry,
What comes shooting out,
Every word of me;
Endowed with a round,
Butt, and balcony,
She harkens to hotness:
A Summer eave;
Like hovering the darkness:
A green gable,
Canopy –

The Accomplice

Mr. Glock committed a crime
its accomplice got away
It could not speak for itself
the defense attorney
entered a plea of innocent
by reason of no limbs.
The judge set bail in bullets
I had an extra magazine and chipped in
Mr. Glock was released with an ankle monitor
that it wore around its neck.
It was told to stay a barrel's length away from the victim
In which it easily complied.

After sentencing it was melted down
into a modern age relief 
then put on display...
"public enemy number 1" it said.

Soon after, Mr. Wesson
committed a similar crime, with the very same accomplice.
He was arrested, the accomplice smiled at the security camera
and is still on the lamb.
He's considered temporarily unarmed and always dangerous.

That Was the End of Them Yahoos

I was out riding the fences one day
and spied these here suits and their fancy car
They said they was from some oil company
and started cutting their way through the wire

Well I says whoa down a bit young fellas
I proceeded with my best daunting stare
There's a reason that no trespassing sign
has been hung up on that post over there

This suit says "Well old timer I don't care"
cause a blind man should be able to see
That all of them no trespassing signs there
just do not apply to my friends and me

Besides, how you think you're gonna stop us
that sign sure won't keep me from coming in 
I told him the odds was in my favor
cause was the four of us against just them

Well that dude puffed out and chuckled a bit
looks more like there's one old man agin three
I said you want to take another look 
there's Smith and Wesson, Remington and me

Well I put a friendly shot in the air
and them boys jumped into their car and fled
I’m sure their ride home didn’t smell too good
after I shot once more over their head

Marksmen Valentine

Triggers are red,
barrels are blue.
Smith and Wesson
I love you!

Targets are set,
guns are sighted.
In my hand,
I get excited!

Bore snakes out
Hoppe’s too
be good to them
they’ll be good to you!

NB: I have a great photo of my grandson's team with their SCTP Nationals Trap Shooting trophies, but PS will not allow me to upload it. Your loss. LOL. There are no shotguns in the picture, but a depiction of one on the trophies. (I can upload any other picture from my library or off the Web, unless it shows guns or shooting - how very liberal. Pity, it is a great sport, as are other types of shooting competitions.)

Soup Creeks Butcher

“Butcher Bob” a good guy but you never can tell
Delivers my steaks at my new place by the well
Meet the gals Smith and Wesson
Here to teach y’all a good lesson
But Bob's resolve’s so strong he can send you to hell

We’re both entrepreneurs and are new in town
Meeting with Mayor Tom, that’s why the gals are ‘roun
Most kind folksy cowboys and gals 
Those two earlier my new pals
I hear the Mayor’s tough on those who wear a fools crown

Reprieve This Time

Sometimes when I'm alone at night
 and the pains just to much to bear,
I pull out my old friends Smith & Wesson & Jack Daniels
And play roulette with my hopes and cares  
    
I put a bullet in the chamber 
And pour whiskey in my glass
I give the gun a spin and down the shot
And wait for a click or final blast

Alas a click is all I hear
And I'm still trapped in this tormented hell
I shrug off the short reprieve by the hand of fate    
And fall headlong in depressions well

But the insanity lingers like an oozing sore
And Ilock myself away from a normal life  
So I  pray an end to this daily war  
And the never-ending internal strife
   
People may judge me a lunatic
By the psycotic  words upon this page.
But if they for one night carried this runaway mind.
Perhaps they would understand this poetic rage.

Discontent

The world's on fire and the news is despair
Stench of the apocalypse fills the air
Racial tensions, border disputes and cultural crusade
Immigration, separation, seems 'tis a bed we remade
Demonstrate into conflagrate, identity theft makes the rounds
And social media allows opinions without grounds

Shooting up each other, our school's new lesson
Now we can conceal without license that Smith & Wesson
Pick your country, seems most are headlining the ill
Now more than ever we need a stronger will
With even weather being threatened I wonder if we can weather
This generational discontent that we've fostered forever

Potential Vice

I stole Father Time's clock and took out the grains, cooked 'em up, tied off, then shot it into me vein.

And now I'm bleeding.


I took Mother Nature's goods and ingested 'em whole, started trippin, lead to flippin, walkin lost in snow.

So now I'm screaming.


I got Farmer John's spuds put 'em in still, fermented fast, tastes like gas, now I'm guiding a wheel.

My car is weaving.


I grabbed Smith n Wesson steel, it tested nice and right, applied some pressure to the trigger, now it's gettin real tight.

Goodbye I'm leaving.

Shoot Em Down

Shoot Em Down

Going off half cocked !!!
My spirit, you rocked !!!

Thought processes a mess ion.
Dangerous as a Smith & Wesson.

Tongue – explosive 45 caliber ammunition
tearing, ripping through to submission.

The flesh, the spirit of this old soul,
you cannot see, do not see, may not know

how much you have torn this spirit apart.
How it is experienced in this aged one’s heart.

Time’s passing has made it possible, not to be shocked
at the spirit, the soul, the heart  you have socked

with all that has become, you should never start.
I am blind, not to bright, but now is time to part.

And so my dear, I wonder ?, how will it end ???
In days to come, will I still be considered a friend ?

Or will I be considered your foe ?
Is this what I will come to know ?

B. J. “A” 2
April 16th 2004

Our Journey

Mountains as far as the eye can see.
Can this really be?

Sharp hills roll violently,
As the wind mills turn silently.

Time flows idly,
How many miles until we're free?

This will not go easy,
Yet, we'll acheive
The feasibly serious
Task of not becoming delirious.

Don't act imperious,
I have no patience
For those who nurture
Nefarious relations.

Grievous intentions,
Ordered to specious henchmen.

By the facetious X-men
Who agreed to this
Lesson

Hold on tight
To your Smith & Wesson.

Pain is a blessing
That pours out, like caesar
Salad dressing.

She Said She's From New Orleans

Im caught up in her spell and loving this enchantment
For her Id walk through hell and embrace my entrapment
Im exploring her lips and the curve of her hips
A heartbeat that skips with her I'm selfish

I pull passionate emotions from all her expressions
Breathing it shortens when she looks in my direction
I pursue her relentlesss I'll never be finished
Somethin like brakeless damn near cant take this

Now all the way breathless left behind cautious
Wanting her closeness her beauty is flawless

Now I think Im the one blushin 
cause my cheeks are sure doin somethin, 
If this a crush Im all the way crushed in
 
You usin them words like loves weapon 
A gun aint got nothin on you not even smith an wesson 
Ima call you gods greatest blessin 
You can be my angel Im on your highway to heaven

Handed More Answers Than Questions

My past transgressions
could have led me to negative aggression
released by a smith and wesson
or some other deadly weapon
I instead chose other directions
to expand my minds compression
To escape certain depression
every table served with medleys of lessons
At a young age I was handed more answers than questions
altercations
transparent affection
So I chose my own brethren
multiplyin my stressin
And many a greasy experience
Did manifest
but self respect
kept me in check
I came correct
The Lord protects
I pray for one dusk till dawn 
with no blood upon
This world were on
A night so long

Struggle To the Top

his heart is poetic
yet he regrets it
for respect he sticks his neck out its life and death kid
he give's words depth and yet his soul hasn't left
running out of breath
feels like hes been punched in the chest
he knows he's cursed but he knows hes blessed
misery and obsession lead him to success of his first lesson
always keep the opposition double guessing
and if he could make a suggestion
Dont come to close he fires like a smith a wesson
but dont be scared hes just hurt from the last person he let in

"no Wrap Egg Role"

"No wrap egg role"

2 cups Coleslaw (classic) : Dole is kosher
Garlic powder : 2 pinches
Basil leaves : 2 sprinkles (crushed)
1/2 cups onions : small to medium
Canola oil : 1/2 tbsp in small pan (Wesson)

Colby jack cheese :  add as little or as much, to taste
Parmesan :  add to taste

in small pan + heat Canola oil on medium heat
add onions, cook 3 to 5 min or till you like the way they look (keep watch)
add Coleslaw + Garlic powder  + Basil leaves
try not to get coleslaw soggy


Good with chicken and turkey burgers.

No More

Oh yes, our relationship.
It started out just fine.
Everything was real good.
It really was divine.
You were so romantic, funny, and kind.
Had my rose colored glasses on, boy was I blind.
And before we knew it we were entwined.
There was you and me, me and you.
That is how is went.
Things had changed very fast. 
It seemed  in a good way.
Then the beatings started, every single day.
This continued for about a year.
With each new time, I felt..... death was getting near.
This was bad, it wasn't`t good.
How could I let this be?
Never in my life, this just wasn't me.
Then one day as I lay and cry.
I got up, said enough`s , enough and dried my eye.
This is it !
He is out ! 
I`m not taking anymore.
When he gets home, it would be a day like never before.
His stuff was packed and sitting right next to the door.
He got home and seen his stuff, got ready to go nuts.
Take your stuff, and get on out.
You`ll never touch me again.
He looked up and knew ..........I mean`t what I just said.
Smith & Wesson 9mm, my new and very best friend.

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