Gone With The Gun

Photo credit: Mario Tama, Getty Images/SF

Senseless killings beyond my comprehension

A human tragedy without apprehension

The whole nation mourns so does the heaven

Gloomy days shrouded the yuletide season

Young lives were gone because of a gun

How many more shall perish before it's gone

Many hearts were filled with grief and broken 

Memories were etched on our souls as a token

Gun control and regulations became a loud cry

Some lawmakers agreed - it's worth a try

But for an association who likes to keep it high 

More guns will keep us safe and dry

"The only thing that stops a bad guy with a gun,"

Someone said, "is a good guy with a gun."

Seems like Buffalo Bill in the days of Deadwood

Also blamed media, video games and Hollywood

While the debates are going on

More lives will never see another dawn

Will I live to see the day

that everyone lives in harmony?

Weigh-in your fifty-cent opinion

Before anyone goes into oblivion

On the pros and cons of gun control

As well as an armed posse patrol

Do guns really kill people or people kill people?

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This is my tribute to the victims of gun shooting in a Newtown, Connecticut school. I wrote this after I saw the news on TV but somehow I always get choked and ran out of words.

Doom's Day Aftermath

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There once was a poet named Poetryman

He was such a hunk of a man

Who started a poem competition

Something about earth's destruction

Lost everything, including his woman

The scientists missed their predictions

Because the earth was in collision

Chaos was everywhere

My lady was nowhere

Dark clouds blurred my vision

The earth rumbled and tumbled 

I was disoriented and troubled

Total darkness shrouded my being

Modern gadgets useless for seeing

Got knocked down and humbled

When I woke up I was in a cold maze

I'm surprised to see a familiar face

Coming around the bend was Poetryman

With all the foxy ladies in a white van

Ready to reproduce a new breed of race

We need your expertise poetic engineer

Rebuilding can't be accomplished by a seer

The earth as you see, is still intact

Regardless of the huge impact

Come with us, my dominion is near

Thank you my friend for your invitation

I thought I was in total abomination

Who could refuse such gestures

When all I could see are sexy figures

Nice prelude to sexual culmination

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My second entry to "The End of the World as we Know It" poem competition