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MY WEAPON
Contributed by
Redwest802
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Friday, 24th November 2017 @ 10:38:09 PM in AEST
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I chose a weapon to fight a war,
I chose it wisely with no remorse.
My weapon would fight and protect me too,
I will not lay down nor bid ado.
My weapon speaks,
It has the strength of swords.
Has power everlasting,
Its fort many wars.
And as leaders come and leaders go,
My weapon strikes, blow by blow.
It lays down laws and make reason from none,
Its power has history for future times to come.
My weapon of choice is not a sword, Not a gun nor brings gore,
but held by most, in supreme awe!
For my weapon is simple, you will know it when,
I tell you my weapon, is my poem and my pen!
BY TERRY WEST
COPYRIGHT 2017
Copyright ©
Redwest802
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2017-11-24 22:38:09]
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Re: MY WEAPON
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 25th November 2017 @ 03:44:48 AM AEST
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the weapon of inspiration,
A gathering with people.
the weapon of thoughts,
alone, if the morning comes
along the trail and the what it brings, whatever it may,
rearranged, could you trace how many thoughts
or from where they might come,
without saying thanks to that deer
who came out to greet ya,
I went to college to be a clown
clown college and with facial
expression I learned to convey
happiness, sadness, reverie
the way a dying person dies with a
smile upon their face, the way a dying
person dies not expecting to, the dark evil clown,
the victim, with no one around to see, or the exploding
clown, the bomb was attached around the clowns neck, and by remote control it would go off unless as instructed the clown robbed the bank and dropped the cash off in a ditch by the local bar where his so called clown buddies drank and then piled into the 1987 Fiat
And then there you were sitting in prison with
a clown face tattoo/'/d on your face and no matter what you say, you are pigeon holed as one from the Aryan Race. It is not a happy day then. To say the least.
Not sure where that came from. Light dancing off shadow bouncing against stepping stones. We are gird, girded
you inspire. I am just kidding of course - about the clown stuff, that is.
Peace!
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Re: MY WEAPON
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by Shadowman on
Saturday, 25th November 2017 @ 08:32:45 AM AEST
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| it is amazing how two people can have the same inspiration but their execution is entirely different. That being said, you sir did a great job. I loved this poem. Id appreciate it if you read my poem called A Sense of Self, i believe it mirrors this one nicely. |
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Re: MY WEAPON
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by nightwolf on
Saturday, 25th November 2017 @ 08:25:15 PM AEST
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| There is a strong feeling of pride in this piece. I really enjoyed it |
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