Please write a gun poem for me

Roses are red;
Violets are blue;
I own several guns;
You should too!

I love me some guns,
Each and every caliber
But only tote one

The stock's comb rises up in the familiar way
The sights center on the eye in second nature
The target falls under front sight as if to stay.
These things, with experience, second nature
No matter at range, in field, or affray
Prone, kneel, or standing, whatever the stature
The hour no matter twilight, dusk, night or day.

The skills are the thing, always the same
The tool may change, but heart and mind remain.
Wizened eyes, leathered skin, silvered mane
The tool matters little, it's the soul we acclaim.

You young Glasshoppers are too funny!
My humble attempt, made totally from scratch, as my first impression > was < that we are supposed to create poetry:

Guns' Variety require literacy and sobriety.
Lever-Actions are Forever Factions.
Revolvers require ones' Tastes to Evolve(r).
Today's Ammunition sourcing necessitates Intuition.
Extra cash for costlier products having true Reliability prevents the Later need for Personal Deniability.

* Poetry must be verbal?
Tell me that the German police lady in the first photo below is Not poetry in motion - whether she carries an HK or a Glock..... and she is famous over there.

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From the lighthouses of Maine
To the California seas
From the sparkling Boundary Waters
Down to the Florida keys


I've known truckers and farmers
And ranchers and cooks
Business men and doctors
And writers of books

On this day of days
My thoughts tend to swerve
To the men and women
Who chose to serve

It isn't as common
As it used to be
To honor the warriors
That have kept us all free

Its 'cancel culture' and 'peaceful protests'
That make the news today
The statues of our heroes
Are falling away


Washington and Jefferson
Forgotten in schools
Sanders and Stalin
Honored by fools

My dad and my nephew
Served in the USMC
In two separate struggles
In defense of the free

I hope that you'll pause
Reading this little refrain
To remember the soldiers
And the freedom they gained

Dirty politicians
seek power and fame
And chip at the mortar
That keep us the same

Division and turmoil
Is what they desire
To divide this country
And set it on fire.

Our citizens pure
and our military brave,
Will keep us upheld,
And our Constitution save.

Remember my warning,
You socialist lot,
You'll be wiped from this earth
Like it or not.

Like Stalin and Hitler,
And Hito and Pot,
You'll be cancelled from the earth,
Like it or not.

An exercise in free speech in honor of Memorial Day.

A special thanks to the veterans and active service members of THR.
SALUTE

Ignition Override said:

as my first impression > was < that we are supposed to create poetry:

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LoL.
I tried Free Verse, but it just looked like a bad transcription for Arfcom.
Iambic Pentameter keeps vexing me, though. (Vervlext syllable counts!)
And, I'm no fan of Beat (nor Beatnik) poesy (perhaps I am to reflexively non-intoxicated).
So, I'll follow the lead of Ogden Nash.

CapnMac: after reading you guys' material, my only conclusion is that most of you guys define "Warrior Poet".

Have a good buddy named Scott
Who thinks his shotgunning skills are hot
He blazes away
'til the end of the day
And nothing comes down but the shot

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
My gun goes pew pew.
Hope yours do too.

Armored farmer said:

A special thanks to the veterans and active service members of THR.
SALUTE

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The Sound of Thunder


The thunder rolls and the ground shakes.

Sand splashes into the air staining the horizon with smoke and dust.

I grip my rifle tighter and move forward.

The air shakes and then the thunder cracks the sky.

The ground to my front erupts like a volcano with fire smoke and debris.

The Beauty is none like I have ever seen.

I grip my rifle tighter and move forward.

There is nothing else to do, but to keep going forward, into the fight.

War is not glorious as it is written in books.

It is only glorious in the moment. Once you walk among the destruction and dead, and the thunder no longer fills the skies, there is only the feelings of lost and shame.

There is no true glory in the end, only peace for those that die and pain for those that live.

I grip my rifle tighter and await the sound of thunder.
GySgt. G.L Bihm USMC

Armored farmer

Well done sir! Very well done!

Armored farmer said:

<Galactic. Microphone. Crater.>

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<Speechless>
(An accomplishment in itself.)


(Slow clap. Increasing to crescendo!)

In the farthest place, the finest art, a true samurai.

My response to the opus:

A tear shed slowly
As today crashes in snow
Our shoulders are one

GunnyUSMC said:

There is no true glory in the end, only peace for those that die and pain for those that live.

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If there were true men I should meet in my time, you are one.
Humans, like I, need fancy words. Men, like you, need merely speak and it thunders.

Food is good, but guns are better,
Revolvers better than apple butter.

Hornadys are red; Dillons are blue.
They'll make all your bullets run true.
Though this little ditty might make me a charmer,
It only proves that I'm no Armored farmer.

Not a poem, more of a Meditation.

I Shoot, Therefore I Am!

Funny, that's part of my sig line on a shotgun forum:

Ego igitur ut sagittent Captionem

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I am, therefore I shoot Trap.

I quoted myself again.

Bang bang
bang bang bang
bang bang, click, clear, bang.

No need.
already done.

‘...making mock of uniforms that guard you while you sleep’.

Here are some thoughts about the word gun.
Some people buy them to have fun.
Some people buy them to be able to stun.
While some people are plainly antigun.
But it seems that a new trend has begun.
Gun dealers have been overrun
By those who once guns did shun.
My simple objective is to surely outgun
The bad guy from whom I will not run.

Demi-human said:

<Speechless>
(An accomplishment in itself.)


(Slow clap. Increasing to crescendo!)

In the farthest place, the finest art, a true samurai.

My response to the opus:

A tear shed slowly
As today crashes in snow
Our shoulders are one



…..

If there were true men I should meet in my time, you are one.
Humans, like I, need fancy words. Men, like you, need merely speak and it thunders.

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I’m just a young man that has gotten older by the grace of God. One day he will let me know why he let me walk the earth so long.
My door is always open to those that wish to visit.

This is in reference to surplus weapons.
__________
To see the Elephant

I do not relish to feel what the men that used these old weapons felt when they saw the elephant. For the elephant has tusk and to see him is to have his tusk dig deep into your soul. You will always have a part of you that will be cold and empty.

Semper Fi. - GySgt G. LEE Bihm
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During the Civil War, soldiers would speak about “Seeing the elephant.” The “elephant” was battle, combat, being under enemy fire.

Ignition Override said:

is that most of you guys define "Warrior Poet".

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It's said that all Art is an attempt to resolve the dichotomy between the Mundane and the Divine.

It is also a handy tool for finding a way to cope with the Horrible by touching that which is Beauty.