"launcher" poems
tattooed girl
hello kitty
in need of a purge
she **** first
in the whip me
with a wet noodle
pain Olympics
her fruit launcher
like a summer papaya
***** gush
kissey squirts
candy crush
all gobbledygoo
and lickyfu
ooow she swayed
to the whip back crack
her torso bent
heaven sent
dipped in hot ***
and laughing lady sauce
she squealed
for
bok choy
eel ****
and slippy toy
**** buttered waffles
and gummy worms
lime and cherry *****
with candy sperms
you can find her
in the bend over den
eating puffer fish
so very Zen
toes gooey wet
spread on a cot
oh so high
**** and squat
******* baby
tied in a knot
**** bobba bubble
and chrysanthemum tea
nut scented black beer
and milk pearl ***
its the end of the line
ready to dine
get the gag
flex the spine
face to the ground
feet to the sky
held like a dove
***** splash cry
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
Gun in one hand, bible in the other.
Is not the word a sword?
Why need for a gun too?
Or is it a justification to ****
The same as a rocket launcher on one shoulder,
and the koran in the other hand.
Or a flag in one hand, and a sword in the other.
The image says justified intimidation.
Fear me, for I have the Authority.
But really, the Authority is only as valid
as there are fools who submit.
And the only true authority is the gun, or sword,
as you certainly know it.
And the flag, or bible, or the koran,
are but for your own conscience.
or cover for your lack thereof.
The bible and the gun:
an oxymoron;
a display of faithlessness,
the defilement of holiness,
a blasphemous act;
affirming the proud fool you are,
that says in its heart, there is no God!
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 4:51 AM UTC
It was past 10 pm
Indian Standard Time
And the score was
Two O Five
Klusener was the launcher
Donald was the Duck
Hansie had the fancy
That he will lift the cup
Seconds ticking
One, two, three, four, five…
Damien Fleming’s the bowler
And he’s known as a troller
Windies was the victim
Eight years ago
Steve Waugh!
The man who made Gibbs drop the cup
Stood there
Like a commander
Klusener like a slaughterer
Yorker’s the marker
To stop the nine runs needed
From the Klusener blade
NOW THE LAST OVER
ONE went for a four
TWO went for a four
Tensions flared up
We are on the proverbial Edge-of-the-seat
Steve stood there
No expression on his face
Hansie's in the pavilion
Like a warrior king
THE THIRD BALL
Damien's running like he do
Yes, bang on target
Klusener's couldn't get it off
Like the way in his earlier knocks off
One run needed in three
Just a recap again
Final over
last pair together
nine to get in six *****
player of the tournament on strike
Successive fours from Lance Klusener
and it was one from four *****
Then came the comedy
for South Africa uniquely in the game's annals
the tragedy of a tie.
Moments before it
Steve Waugh was
As cold as an Iceberg
To the Titanic of South Africa
(To be continued in next part)
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 6:31 AM UTC
I love someone I do not know
Yet the love continues to show
He conquers the walls of my brain
And invades my thoughts
What is this blitzkrieg rain
My mind has caught?
My first impression
Was a deep depression
As I began to notice
There was no solace
After he shot his rocket launcher
At my heart's monster
There's no way to console me
When his forces control me
My mind is under assault
He's laying siege to my vault
Synapses in my brain firing like a gun
All just to convince me he's the one
My mind is senselessly skewed
By the possibility
I hope to be of the select few
That tests his virility
My fortified castle is falling
Before my one true calling
When his inscription
On my prescription
Is a prophecy
That's mocking me
The uncertainty
Starts hurting me
So I surrender my throne
To be his queen
At least I'm not alone
And we're a team
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 5:04 AM UTC
Tony was the alpo manny was the lil rich two dream chasers started off from **** manny got the links up tony did the hit ups before they knew it they were getting bread faster than a baker.
Tony was a man to his word if he said he gunna get ya then you better hide like a worm manny had a heart that wasnt so cold but he always had tony back because he was in for the gold.
Tony got the power he always wanted and manny got the money so he was always flaunting.
Tony loved his family but they werent his biggest fans mamma always chased em, sister loved em papa was never around tony shared his dreams with em but they werent interested manny on the other hand like the little sister they kept this a secret cause tony was trigger happy.
Tony made some bad deal left a ***** brain on the dash board his dealer wasnt happy so he sent down a hit on the lil alpo.
tony phone ring momma on the line have you seen your sister she ran off for the first time, tony send out a search reached his old mansion saw his sister with manny and couldnt believe his eyes he draw his gun and let it fly manny hit the ground tony started to cry.
the hit came fast within mins the house was surrounded tony grab his gun with the grenade launcher war was starting in the fight he felt like a god but little did he know he was being creeped up on one shot in his back let him fly he was literally in his own pool of blood his life wasnt long but he did what he wanted the life of tony was ignorant yet strong.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC
an old, decayed mine, far from civilization
psychotic warriors occupy alleys, resolutely
this here is their last match, the death match
only one survivor remains, bloodbath
walls are covered with intestines and *****
fuckburst killed five, a female voice moaning:
double **** multi **** mega **** ultra ****
each increase is arousing our speaker
unreal tournament, land of fun and gore
your addiction is called "flag canon",
"rocket launcher" or "monster ****
i'm all in now, no worries, no regrets
bloodshed covers you in bloodred
but i don't know the truth, barktooth
we are drinking silver-blue fantasies
as bullets spraypaint your apartment
you switched the game off, but the
monsters are attacking you, warrior
vibrating echoes and their dark voices
in rainbows, in rockets, in repetitions
shadows eat up your courage
motionless, swooshing swoosh
you are trapped inside their thoughts
no chance to escape, you get crazy
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 7:15 AM UTC
The raccoons on this Kentucky farm formed a quagmire. They're wild thieves embedded in the ecosystem. Irreplaceable valuables are erased in the cover of night. The farmer offers to negotiate with the masked vermin. A raccoon response results in scramble trash, they say they've got a birthright from the past. Wits end is where dog ownership begins after the adoption of a rabid dog that only sees death. Regret rocks raccoons wrestling with Cerberus but there's no turning back, Cujo is chained in their yard. Hellhound terror leaves spellbound hares abandoning their warrens until only reddened raccoons remain with their canine warden.
Lamenting the loss of liberty, a revolutionary raccoon resolves to romp around. The dog of damnation's laser locked bloodlust focuses on the rodent-like rebel. Charging like a rocket out of its launcher, the driven dog is lured from its isolated den. This game of cat and mouse has magnanimous stakes reaching across the farmer's lake.
The rebellious raccoon runs rapidly from the rabid ravenous Rover. The runner dips and dives through cover to avoid the teeth of the other. A snapping jaw matches the movements of the juking and cutting critter. Inside of a hollow tree becomes the raccoon's destination, he enters and ascends, the snarling snapper chasing in after him.
Death's embrace seems certain for the raccoon as the hound's teeth shave the edge of its fur, but at that point the fatter can go no further. The hound's blinding bloodlust vanishes upon realizing it's stuck. Its unwavering rage turns into panicked fear once it realizes its end is near. The raccoon revels in the dog's misery, enjoying watching it slowly starving.
The raccoons revelry is rebuked once the dog just starts staring at it. They both stare at each other, unblinking, waiting for the other to die. Neither of them willing to move an inch for fear of accidentally helping the other. Both willing to die to ensure their opponent's death. The hollow facade that saved the raccoon now becomes its tomb. Defeat and death act as a sedating punishment for the dog's aggression. Fierce foes drink the poison of resentment as they both accept their demise while staring into each other's eyes.
Sep 3, 2020
Sep 3, 2020 at 9:01 AM UTC
Like a faster than light chicken attack
Breaking out of the Higgs field,
With an explosive egg launcher in my backpack
Redundantly pecking at the spaghetti-like wormholes,
As if I can actually eat them
With destiny calling,
Like saying goodbye to the Bekenstein limit
And applying some pressure with an infinite-bit tourniquet.
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 6:58 AM UTC
Born to die away by the ripped tide side
Gripping one's love in stride
You with the clapping hands
Screaming for the win
Where will you begin when it ends
Smiles thought they were the show
And the bows of the liquor lows
Candles burn until they are blown out by the storming snow
Nightmare sister where is your little shadowy mister?
I got the blues for you baby, yes I have this feeling you got the blues too
Where will you be little sister when you ain't got your mister?
Another morning in the tides of a late May
These were the days I tried to run and stay away from
A feeling feels foreign only when one is boring
Market place is burning and downtown don't have no friends
The trash cans are rolling westward
What was that pause when I asked you for your word?
To and fro as well as the too late already done's
I used to love baby
What a fool I was back then, what I used to be
Ride care trolley tracks with the basement breaks on our knees
Are we the men we were born to be,
Or are we excusing ourselves to let out a whimpering sneeze?
Pencil pads ***** brashly for a poor excuse of work
Turks with guns and missile launcher rad fads
A war is yonder don't you wonder?
May 18, 2011
May 18, 2011 at 6:24 PM UTC
She said:
SHUT UP!
NO ONE GIVES A **** ABOUT
WHAT YOU SAY!
...
OH YEAH!
WELL NO ONE GIVES A ****
ABOUT WHAT YOU SAY ABOUT WHAT I SAY:
I said
...........
THAT'S THE LAST STRAW!:
She said
As she pulled out a missile launcher
And fired it into my living room
Killing my whole family!
-----
I was so mad I took out of my pocket
A picture of her naked that she had given me
Tore it up
Threw it on the ground
Pulled out my **** and ****** on it!
----
YOU ****
She screamed
----
We stared at eachother
We both had tears in our eyes!
-----
ENOUGH! ENOUGH!
----
We tentatively
Then passionately embraced
////
LET'S GO ****
She said
YOUR PLACE OR MINE?
/-/
I looked over at the devastation
That once was my home and family
YOUR PLACE
I GUESS
_
She smiled demurely
As we headed on down the street
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 4:25 PM UTC
I was going to write you an epic poem.
A soliloquy of vibrant, passionate, verbiage.
It was going to woo you off your feet.
Make you float like a falling feather in a light breeze...
indeterminately hovering in the golden light.
I was going to present my epoch to you with gilded wings and valiant trumpeting ostriches, on satin rugs in a grand hall.
Amidst a gathering of your closest friends.
I was going to lay bare my love for you like a plucked flower, opening to greet the sun before it's last gasp. Naked. Unafraid.
But then I remembered...
That for the next 42 minutes it was Happy Hour on Call of Duty Modern Warfare. And if I was smart - I would double down and activate my 2X weapon token...and rack up some serious XP.
So I left the comfort of the soft space our love occupies
And the dreamy pillowy sinews of our collective mind's eye...
And I rained a blood fury down on those dumb ************* like no one has ever done in a multiplayer first-person shooter, ever.
Laughing the entire time.... composing this epic poem for you... while shooting virtual people in the head with my rocket launcher.
Thus, is my true call of duty.
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 4:48 PM UTC
I'm no anthropologist,
But ambilocal residence
Would seem to more than ripple the pond
For Mom and Pop:
A grenade launcher,
No less.
Look, it's one thing
To endure your own born and raised
Boomerang
Or parasite,
But add their insignificant other
To the mix,
And we've got the makings
Of serious artillery projectile.
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 10:03 PM UTC
Half starved by the cold
or is it old age creeping in?
is time pulling the pin
on me?
will the crack shot shoot back
or accept his lot?
I have still got questions that
need answering
so
time's not
pulling the pin
on me yet.
This son of a gun has
love
keeping him young and
nothing creeps past me
that's going to outlast me
not yet anyway.
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 2:01 PM UTC
I envy the men who can smoke yet run like an Olympic athlete,
I really do.
The best I can do is operate a machine gun or a rocket launcher,
With a fat *** of dip in my jaw.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC
To me, you know, you can't deny,
for I can see the suffering in your eye.
This is more than a battle between me and one,
because now I see, who is holding the gun.
Put down the rifle, take out the mag,
for these bullet's are not yours to drag.
I paid for the mystery box, plain and simple,
It is my turn to take out the rocket launcher missile.
I tell you now about Juggernog and Quick-Revive,
because they aren't enough to keep us alive.
I've got you're back, and you've got mine,
as we battle through the challenge of the canine.
Board up the windows, blocking us in,
as we wait for the next level to finally begin.
We are together through this, one and all,
yet you won't always be there when I fall.
Let me take the ray gun in my hands,
as we travel together through the badlands.
I want to hear and feel the thrill,
as the voice around me whispers *Insta ****
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
Nuke bizzle
Starvation
10 mill ton
Michel man
Dream team
50 cal
Flood
******
**** her
Dome a domes
Means a means
Phd anhydrus
Doctor nuclear codes
Missile super being launcher
Smitherines train derailed or send proof
Everyones dead only 1 left
Dug bunkers
Im selling those too
Upcharge you too
You 2
All you
Pew pew
Ballistic hypersonic
Zacks gone bonkers
Launch some
I said
Ill launch kiltons
Sep 9, 2024
Sep 9, 2024 at 10:45 PM UTC