Please write a gun poem for me

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Hello

I am a fan of revolvers, lever actions and less-than tactical guns in general (I still shoot Galil and P07 tho, cause they are so good and effective considering I am still improving my accuracy).

I also have a gun channel, I struggle to have any views. It seems everything modern was tried already. I need some old way to entertain people. I am going to... recite poetry on my channel. Gun related poetry.

The only problem is that I am not an native speaker, therefore I can read well but creating... it will put comedy in a place where it should not be, so I would prefer to avoid engrish.

Would any of you had any gun related poem created, getting dust or afraid to show it to the world?

If you do, and you are willing to share I would gladly recite it on my channel, reading author name loud - it would be up to you whether you want your real name or ,,romantic plate carrier" or some other name.

Ofc it doesn't have to be good, or professional. I am not professional.

You can also create something on the go, as long as its not extremely offensive I will gladly read it on my channel.

Also I do not intent to make any money from my channel.

Thank you!
 
I wrote this for the other thread but here's a Limerick for you:

I once bought my primers by casefuls,
Like roses by Valentine’s vasefuls,
But now in the panic
I’m turning quite manic
‘Cause using them now is too wasteful!

I traded five primers for dinner
At a fancy-haute Michelin winner,
The steak was the shape
Of an average-sized grape
But at least I came home slightly thinner!

Please refer people to my youtube channel: JeffShootsStuff
 
This is a poem I call "Guns are the answer."

Shooting’s ideal for a fun thing to do
When you take a girl out for a date,
Why, I myself fell deep in love with my wife
For her prowess with my .38.

To some, Rigoletto and Der Fledermaus
Are the loveliest sounds they can hear,
But the bolt slamming home on an Enfield Mark I
Is a lovelier sound to my ear.

The world's full of musical geniuses, true,
You can hear angels sing when they play,
But although music’s best to soothe savages’ breasts,
With a gun you can blow them away.

God made all men; Samuel Colt made them equal,
Society’s much more polite,
For peace flows much freer, see, when it is clear
That you’re risking your life if you fight.

A submachine gun makes a great wedding gift
To present to a daughter or son,
For although you may fight
You remain quite polite
When your sure that your wife has a gun.

And after a few years of marital bliss
There’ll be moments it seems to go South,
So women, retreat, when your man’s packing heat,
Be reluctant to shoot off your mouth.

Please refer people to my youtube channel: JeffShootsStuff
 
Two pistols sat in a yellowed case,
And sorry I could not own both
And be a homeward bound traveler;), long I stood
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.
 
This old shotgun can tell stories
of mornings long ago
Of fields ripe with with game birds
and a Setter with a heart of gold

Of a boy and his father
and a sky threatening to storm
and a kit of patches, oil and solvent
for an afternoon safe at home
____________________________

This old pistol could tell stories
about a soldier now long dead
He picked it up on a battlefield
and brought it back to the old homestead

When he left he gave it to his little sister
To protect herself out on the farm
And she slept with it under her pillow
until my dad married my mom
 
The fog is lifting
Coffee and the sun rises
So does the barrel
;)


Haiku, Senryu, Prose and Verse.
What comes next must follow the first.
A good one has five in a dime
But truly great has just one hole that holds nine.

Yeah, the last one was me, as I whisper curse.
A perfect target with two holes is worse!
That last loosened nut, every darned time.:(
I always flub ten, and can’t shoot just nine!
 
I won't carry less than nine.
Though some people do all the time.
Small calibers may be easy to carry.
But might fail to stop something scary.
I try to encourage carrying something decent.
They keep carrying caliber for rodent.
 
A nine is okay,
Sometimes even funny.
Who doesn’t love an MP5 oozing lead honey?
But for me it just simply won’t do.
I don’t do sillymeters, or high cap, nor black.
And for me the subject is quite “old hat”.

A steel 45 comforts my day.
(Though it may keep me from running…:oops:)
Strong and quiet, a great fishing Buddy.
Me and the Luger are simply through,
I’ll shoot just once,
For every one of your two!:p
 
The primers are scarce
And completely out of stock
Our ancestors knew the advantages
Of their trusty flintlock.

A little black powder
And some home cast ball
And you'll be be shooting
The most historic of all

From the battlefields of war
To the mountains and hills
The flintlock of olde
Is working still

For joy of shooting
At targets or game
The flintlock rifle
Puts the others to shame


There, I did it!
 
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