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SiouxF Aug 2020
The woods are calling
Calling my name
Come to us
Be with us
Be one with us

So I packed up my tent and my Ghillie Stove
Put my hiking boots on
And made my way
Into the deep dark woods
The magnificent majestic ancient woods
Full of beech, oak and hornbeam

I felt at peace once again
Amongst my friends
The tree spirits
And wood nymphs.
The realisation of just how at home I feel in the woods, and now I’ve missed it so
Ryan Clark Dec 2012
O' what a joyous day
to be of the living
and take the bounty of existence!
For who can deny such serenity?

The blossoms are in bloom.
Animals frolic in the wilderness.
The air is sweet and rich;
proof that life is wonderful.

There is no rush!
So savor this occasion.
There is nothing to be ruined
on a day such as this.

That is, unless
A 20ft ghillie monster
eats your face off
*Who wouldn't be hungry at this hour?
I thought I'd take a break from all the unnecessarily "deep" poems I pump out and have some fun. Post Your own additions you'd like to see in this poem and I'll put em in there.
Corey Zornes Aug 2017
From my bed:
a sneeze-speckled mirror
reveals my eyes
and a window
that plays host
to a still-frame sky
and a power line.

I use this to plan my day.

For instance(s):
if it looks cold,
I wear a coat.
If it looks rainy,
I wear boots.
If it looks dark,
I wear nothing and
if the birds are out
I wear a hat.

I save my ghillie suit for the apocalypse.
Come gather round me, as we jam to the tunes, of a ******,
Raw base, cut to the truth like Mooney, see 9 killers rolling with boonies,
Digital, underground watch out, for how I get around, still slashing clowns,
No frowns, smiles on my face, once I touch up the place, beat the case,
Stone cold, only for the bold, living life reckless crude creed I uphold,
It's the sword, of the black samurai ghillie suits, with the bomb ties,
Troops laced, in the fox hole ready to stomp out a mud hole, in ya soul,
Control the war console, see the eyes of the sudden death begin to swole,
Was on this dishonor role, I play the position never a staged cameo,
See the sparkle, of the lost people ain't seeing through the evils,
Spotted the moon, staring at the sunshine, light vs dark, whiffs of a spark,
Accustomed to the fumes, hotter than June, and July to be multiply,
My wills times jesus will, rolled out the heavy wheel, three days reveals,
I'm back from the grave, grief of pain, I feel the souls of the lost, in a daze










Voices of rolling thunder, strikes the hearts in the state of tundra,
Under, stress so many battles but war is the main test, see the styles I manifest,
The magnificent, defiant, shots clutch like Kobe Bryant, colors of vibrant,
Red to blue, principles I'm here to break you, make you, understand the hate through,
The lenses of the untamed cleanses, secret agents in the lac's linc's to benz's,
Stash the sins, to where the graveyards in, six feet deep scraped within,
I stand on the ashes of the hidden passes, soul vessels riding the masses,
Put on your glasses, so you can see what they ain't looking at, ***** cat,
Too many doja's laying out their backs, tryna maintain the grit of a soldier,
My styles much colder, eye soul shadow controller, swinging intellect boulders,
Duck quick, light a candle wick, from the blades of the fiery mist crisp,
Once I handle this, my fist cruise at light speeds, as the millennium proceeds,
Could make the next generation bleed, even when my death is grieved,
Believed to be resurrected, back on the earth, cursed as a human,
Live show like Truman, tryna avoid the steps  of the sneaks, of master cannon,
Sebastian Oct 2022
Get going Gary!
Grab a gun, ghillie, and grub
Guinea's gonna glide.
A haiku.
This is a diss to the industry,




Do they know who we be,
I keep a mind state like Jordan be,
Or better yet Kobe,
Black momba mentality,
Who these cats tryna battle me,
I keep it filthy,
Grimey, in the streets, take shots before the tactics i preach,
End corruption,
Im the silencer of destruction,
Word to the archangel,
Put the earth in a strangle,
Save the youth, **** the adults they know the truth,
Its a crime shame, i blew eight trumpets, just get some reign,
Now they wanna take action and aim,
Blur my name, but im.coming to end the terror of Cain,
That still remains,
Since the birth, of sin everyday living, best bars i aint even giving,
Hoes stay Robbin,
Like Givens, cut the ties to the ribbons,
In the sky, why ask.why,
I send a shock, that wont electrify,
Descendant of Enoch,
See how i rip these blocks, and **** the cops,
Holding glocks, taking practice shots, at the brother,
Now they switch up the color,
Tryna fix they ****, but like blood and money, it dont mix,
Like chicks with *****, i stay watching actions flicks,
Take a cigar from the flip of my bic, oh ****,
Live ninjas runnin it, jump out the ghillie suits, with a million man marching troops,
Disguised veterans, minus the letterman understand,
We plan, to the takeover the operation,
No more wars, only wars to the capitol, see us incredible,
Washington edible so despicable,
See me spitting at you,
Shells make sure ya heaven will dwell, in the tragic halls of hell,
They can lock me in a cell,
**** my body and shell, but to the ninth dimension my soul will sail,

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