Gun haiku

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Dionysusigma; too
Long to write a poem. :)

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Kalashnikov and Makarov
Plus comrade S. Simonov
Are famous each for their respective gun;

But from John Garand and JMB,
The M-1 and 1919
Are the best, if only 'cause we won. :neener: :D
 
Funny this should come up. I used to write poetry in my youth and at one time I was on a haiku discussion list. I was looked down upon because I didn't always use a 'nature' word in my haiku as required to be 'true' to form. Of course, I argued that mine were about the 'nature' of humanity.

On being not a vicim:

Synapses fire
Muscles expand and contract
Veins begin to burn.

A man f*cks with me
Knife slides smoothly between ribs
I continue on.

Man busts up my car
Run him down at ninety-five
New hood ornament.

Man breaks in my house
My gun barks twice, drag him in
Go on back to sleep.

A single gunshot,
Like blood-red punctuation,
Ending the sentence.

Sunlight glints off brass
Arcing gently through the air,
Landing at my feet.

The smell of cordite
Perfume in the rancid air
Burns at my nostrils.

As I stomp you down
Big black boots now black and red
A graphic footprint.

Hidden among us;
You cannot spot a killer
By the shoes he wears.

Cool acts of violence
I don't insult my victims
By feeling sorry.


A friend of mine & I used to ponder mimes in much the same way zombies are discussed here on THR:

Invisible box,
The man within shot once; twice,
What sound does he make?

Calliope plays
Another dead harlequin,
Blood stains a white face.

Silencer, of course
His gun is fast...mine faster,
Shots break the silence.

The now severed head
Takes the steps two at a time,
Smile still intact.



Written during the 1st Gulf War. Same as it ever was...

Foreign diplomats
Refuse to admit to their sins;
With insincere smiles.

Through the viewfinder,
Moonlight plays on quiet streets
In this strange city.

I wait in darkness,
And watch the war on TV,
Feeling only cold.
 
I don't know whether to be disturbed, inspired, humbled, or just copy them all down for future reference.
 
I ROFL'd at the second one.

Come and try to take
my rights and you must
feel 10-emm-emm punishment
 
A goblin comes in,
357 flies true,
Oh WOW is he dead!

:)

By the way, it's:

5
7
5

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Not by me, but one of the best gun-related short ditties ever:

"Here lies the body of Lester Moore,
Shot six times with a 44...
No Les, no more."
 
Oh, guys! This is cool.

My normal poetry is either very romantic or pretty lewd. I'm thinking this is a good inspiration to write something new about something I love other than women.



Pistol in my hand
The ground carpeted by shells
My grin is wicked


:evil:
 
squeeze on the trigger
a fireball shoots through the air
Yeah, M Forty Four

bang bang bang bang bang
bang bang bang then there's a ping
I love my Garand

pull the bolt straight back
all six shots in the ten ring
K thrity ones Rock

evil black rifle
some say that its a mouse gun
AR fun to shoot
 
Afghanistan night
Taliban skulk, scurry and scheme
First light, meet Allah


My first haiku...it was a neat night tonight, snow on the mountains, moon out. No drama though...
 
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Sunlight warms the frost
Shots ring out both near and far
It's opening day.



It's Wayne LaPierre
Recorded voice on my phone
He wants more money.



Gun dog stops on dime
Tail upright, body frozen
I'd better not miss.
 
Beretta M9:

Bang bang bang bang bang
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang
Bang bang bang, reload
 
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