Please write a gun poem for me
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Demi-human
maybe likes firearms a little bit…
A poignant narrative, especially on our Memorial Day.
I hope we all strive to ensure that this poem falls untrue in our presence.
Our uniformed soldiers, of any nation, but especially the United States of America, should be respected as humans doing their job at all times, not just when their guns are forward.
I know one of the reasons, Sensei…
Sit down boys and take a lesson
From those folks at Smith & Wesson
The workmanship is second to none but
The shooting part is the real fun
The faint smooth action, it is real precision
The other brands can't even envision
When quality is first, it is what you'll get
From the 44 mag to the 22 jet.
A top revolver there Is none finer
than a Smith & Wesson 29er
The 29 is the one to carry
Just ask my good friend Dirty Harry
There are K frames, L frames, and J frames to
But the N frame that's the one for you.
So I hope you boys all learned your lesson
From all those folks over at Smith & Wesson
Smith & Wesson Creed
Lennard Leathers
I came across this on Buffalo Outdoors and liked it.
From those folks at Smith & Wesson
The workmanship is second to none but
The shooting part is the real fun
The faint smooth action, it is real precision
The other brands can't even envision
When quality is first, it is what you'll get
From the 44 mag to the 22 jet.
A top revolver there Is none finer
than a Smith & Wesson 29er
The 29 is the one to carry
Just ask my good friend Dirty Harry
There are K frames, L frames, and J frames to
But the N frame that's the one for you.
So I hope you boys all learned your lesson
From all those folks over at Smith & Wesson
Smith & Wesson Creed
Lennard Leathers
I came across this on Buffalo Outdoors and liked it.
The one-hole group, the one-shot kill,
worthy endeavors, a test of will.
Not every shot flies straight and true,
but with patience and care, more of them do.
With each field session, with each downed bird,
I could have sworn I heard
"That's it, son, you're doing fine
with that old Fox double that once was mine."
worthy endeavors, a test of will.
Not every shot flies straight and true,
but with patience and care, more of them do.
With each field session, with each downed bird,
I could have sworn I heard
"That's it, son, you're doing fine
with that old Fox double that once was mine."
edcknives
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
Come to my house to pillage and plunder
I will not hesitate to put you six feet under
Violets are blue
Come to my house to pillage and plunder
I will not hesitate to put you six feet under
CapnMac
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The rain drums down staccato, hissing as it touches the chimney pipe.
The old man settles into his chair
Upon the porch that circles the cabin in the woods
The rain drums down staccato, hissing as it touches the chimney pipe.
The petrichor mixes with leather and tobacco and damp dog
Hoppe's and the sharp scent of hardwood smoke
The rain drums down staccato, hissing as it touches the chimney pipe.
Herself nods away, the cat content furry puddle in her lap
The creak of the rocker's runners faint in the rain
The rain drums down staccato, hissing as it touches the chimney pipe.
Relic of a great conflict delivered its jacketed load
The pig, now in the smoke house, to cure
The rain drums down staccato, hissing as it touches the chimney pipe.
The rimfire stands at the door, Herself having put paid to
House-breaking tree rats, now made into pet food
The rain drums down staccato, hissing as it touches the chimney pipe.
On this special day, they, veterans both, survey
The rewards of their Service, and of all the prices Paid
The rain drums down staccato, hissing as it touches the chimney pipe.
The old man settles into his chair
Upon the porch that circles the cabin in the woods
The rain drums down staccato, hissing as it touches the chimney pipe.
The petrichor mixes with leather and tobacco and damp dog
Hoppe's and the sharp scent of hardwood smoke
The rain drums down staccato, hissing as it touches the chimney pipe.
Herself nods away, the cat content furry puddle in her lap
The creak of the rocker's runners faint in the rain
The rain drums down staccato, hissing as it touches the chimney pipe.
Relic of a great conflict delivered its jacketed load
The pig, now in the smoke house, to cure
The rain drums down staccato, hissing as it touches the chimney pipe.
The rimfire stands at the door, Herself having put paid to
House-breaking tree rats, now made into pet food
The rain drums down staccato, hissing as it touches the chimney pipe.
On this special day, they, veterans both, survey
The rewards of their Service, and of all the prices Paid
The rain drums down staccato, hissing as it touches the chimney pipe.
DocRock
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Roses are red;
Violets are blue.
Guns are good;
Gun lovers too.
You got what you wanted;
Now bugaloo.
Violets are blue.
Guns are good;
Gun lovers too.
You got what you wanted;
Now bugaloo.
ThomasT
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Eeny Meeny Miny Moe
I pulled my gun and shot my toe
I asked my doctor am I hurt?
He said no silly, your gun is a squirt
I pulled my gun and shot my toe
I asked my doctor am I hurt?
He said no silly, your gun is a squirt
There once was a gun shop in Nantucket
Owned by an old man named Puckett,
He had neary a sale,
So he up and turned tail
Now he has not a pot or a bucket
.....and you thought that was going to be dirty...shame an you
Owned by an old man named Puckett,
He had neary a sale,
So he up and turned tail
Now he has not a pot or a bucket
.....and you thought that was going to be dirty...shame an you
Airborne Falcon
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Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
You break in my House
I'll shoot you
ETA: darnit! Everyone has a roses are red rhyme.
Violets are Blue
You break in my House
I'll shoot you
ETA: darnit! Everyone has a roses are red rhyme.
Airborne Falcon
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I knew there was something familiar about this thread ... it's been awhile though. 15 years ..... better offerings back then. lol
https://www.thehighroad.org/index.php?threads/gun-haiku.148594/
https://www.thehighroad.org/index.php?threads/gun-haiku.148594/
Demi-human
maybe likes firearms a little bit…
Haiku is a poem
Lost in English as a bat
Known like a 12 gauge
I prefer Petrarchan sonnet in iambic pentameter, as the untranslatable cut words don’t directly correlate with my way of culture and thought.
But I have been known to dabble…
Lost in English as a bat
Known like a 12 gauge
I prefer Petrarchan sonnet in iambic pentameter, as the untranslatable cut words don’t directly correlate with my way of culture and thought.
But I have been known to dabble…
Dudedog
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Ok, I will take a stab but I am a science guy, not English
He lies alone on a foreign shore
His dreams, his hope ,his future are no more
He came there gun in hand
Because his country decided to take a stand
To aid and help a foreign land
Many people wonder why
This man had to die
His answer if he could speak
Is that we must help those who are weak
Now on this Memorial day
We remember why he was sent away
His sacrifice was not in vain
Even though no one remembers his name.
He lies alone on a foreign shore
His dreams, his hope ,his future are no more
He came there gun in hand
Because his country decided to take a stand
To aid and help a foreign land
Many people wonder why
This man had to die
His answer if he could speak
Is that we must help those who are weak
Now on this Memorial day
We remember why he was sent away
His sacrifice was not in vain
Even though no one remembers his name.
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There is nothing quite like holding a frontier gun
The patina of steel, walnut and worn color case hardening
Speak of tougher times and of the men and horses who carried
those frontier guns
The patina of steel, walnut and worn color case hardening
Speak of tougher times and of the men and horses who carried
those frontier guns
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EuropeanGunLover
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You are awesome - I absolutely love your poems. I can't even believe how much effort you put in and how many responses I got. You have talent, I can see that. I am not sure I can convey all of that with my reciting skills but will do my best.
Will start recording soon. I will take on memorial poem by Armored Farmer and poem of Gunnery Sergeant G.Lee Bihm (please forgive me if I misspelled your rank. If I did it it was by mistake - I have nothing but respect for you) as last, as its about soldiers who served for the country, so the least I can do is to get the background music and microphone right first.
Only one more question - most of the poems here have no title. Would you be okay with me making something up based on poem itself or would you prefer to do it yourself?
This one goes first
Will start recording soon. I will take on memorial poem by Armored Farmer and poem of Gunnery Sergeant G.Lee Bihm (please forgive me if I misspelled your rank. If I did it it was by mistake - I have nothing but respect for you) as last, as its about soldiers who served for the country, so the least I can do is to get the background music and microphone right first.
Only one more question - most of the poems here have no title. Would you be okay with me making something up based on poem itself or would you prefer to do it yourself?
This one goes first
Two pistols sat in a yellowed case,
And sorry I could not own both
And be a homeward bound traveler
And looked one over best as I could
To where even the rifling bent into the bore;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was glossy and blue and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the 38 Supers through them
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In perfect shine the chambers, no cartridge black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two pistols sat in a yellowed case, and I—
I took the pistol less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
With great thanks to Robert Frost, from a fellow traveler.
RCB
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Mans sees gun
For costly sum
But funds say no
And so he go
Work till late
Baloney ate
Till cash he had
But now man sad
Gun done gone
Sold at dawn
Though wallet flush
He lost his crush
Temper flares
man now swears
His face beet red
He hangs his head
Clerk then say
"Do not fray"
"Just order through me"
"Come on day three"
"And keep your wits about you."
For costly sum
But funds say no
And so he go
Work till late
Baloney ate
Till cash he had
But now man sad
Gun done gone
Sold at dawn
Though wallet flush
He lost his crush
Temper flares
man now swears
His face beet red
He hangs his head
Clerk then say
"Do not fray"
"Just order through me"
"Come on day three"
"And keep your wits about you."
lysanderxiii
Member
John Moses Browning
Reliable perfection
Nineteen eleven.
M16A1
Introduction was troubled
Success, however.
38 Special
Prematurely curtailed life
Wonder-nines abound.
HP-35
The other Browning invention
Dieudonne Saive helps.
Reliable perfection
Nineteen eleven.
M16A1
Introduction was troubled
Success, however.
38 Special
Prematurely curtailed life
Wonder-nines abound.
HP-35
The other Browning invention
Dieudonne Saive helps.
lysanderxiii
Member
Kreta Katastrophe
Springen ohne Waffen, nicht klug
Fallschirmjägergewehr!
H und K G-drei
jetzt in Deutschland hergestellt
bumsen die Belgier
Nos lo robaron,
nuestro fusil CETME,
alemanes estúpidos.
Mitraillette 4-9,
Manufacture d'Armes de Tulle,
fiable et facile.
Springen ohne Waffen, nicht klug
Fallschirmjägergewehr!
H und K G-drei
jetzt in Deutschland hergestellt
bumsen die Belgier
Nos lo robaron,
nuestro fusil CETME,
alemanes estúpidos.
Mitraillette 4-9,
Manufacture d'Armes de Tulle,
fiable et facile.
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Demi-human
maybe likes firearms a little bit…
Hmm. I hadn’t thought of that. I guess I better stick with carpentry!
I think the title is at the bottom of the first, “Fellow Traveler”.
Then “Barrels 1&2”,
And “Venerable”.
Ha! Fun!
Demi-human
maybe likes firearms a little bit…
That was quite a translator exercise, since I only know enough Spanish to get slapped, or a beer. Or both.
Space Ghost
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Spent almost 30 years in the service of my country,
through sweat, blood, and tears there was always my rifle.
Now the government's gone mad, they're spending too much money,
they preach hatred, and division, my freedom they stifle.
Can't speak out online, it's against their "community",
TV news, and Hollywood movies, is just another earful, and eyeful.
They need to stop, and remember there are lots out here like me,
if there's one thing we've learned, it's "This is my rifle..."
Solomon Kane
BTW, I wasn't a Marine, I was Army, but we're all brothers, and most of us know the rifleman's creed anyway. Plus I was ate-up enough to be a Marine.
through sweat, blood, and tears there was always my rifle.
Now the government's gone mad, they're spending too much money,
they preach hatred, and division, my freedom they stifle.
Can't speak out online, it's against their "community",
TV news, and Hollywood movies, is just another earful, and eyeful.
They need to stop, and remember there are lots out here like me,
if there's one thing we've learned, it's "This is my rifle..."
Solomon Kane
BTW, I wasn't a Marine, I was Army, but we're all brothers, and most of us know the rifleman's creed anyway. Plus I was ate-up enough to be a Marine.
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lysanderxiii
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המקלע הקטן של עוזי, לעולם לא ייאסר כן, עיצוב צ'כי נגנב
Строим тысячи
Пистолет-пулемет Шпагина
Классическое оружие
Строим тысячи
Пистолет-пулемет Шпагина
Классическое оружие
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EuropeanGunLover
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I had some audio issues, quality is not the best. But regardless its up.
Hmm. I hadn’t thought of that. I guess I better stick with carpentry!
I think the title is at the bottom of the first, “Fellow Traveler”.
Then “Barrels 1&2”,
And “Venerable”.
Ha! Fun!
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