Heres a thread for you to create your own gun control poetry...
heres my poem for everyone to read and print out, and I plan on printing out yours as well for a a book to let all my friends read ,they will find it most entertaining. here goes ....

3AM
we will not surrender our guns to anyone
we will not let you take our weapons
we will not let you for any reason
spend all day in court, tally up counts in congress
at the end of it there will be bloodshed
no one will take our guns, there is no debate
it isn't too late, we still have all 220 million
sweet gun metal grey and parkerized finishes
ivory handled golden engraved
hot loads and hollow points
three o eights, you really dont ask me to hesitate
try and take my sweet rifle



[edit on 14-3-2009 by backyard guru]

[edit on 14-3-2009 by backyard guru]

MY FIRST GUN WAS A 22
MY DADDY BOUGHT IT FROM THE TRUE VALUE
I SHOT IT EVERY SINGLE DAY
AT CANS, ROCKS, SQUIRRELS, RATS , BIRDS
THAT GUN WAS A SEARS AND ROBUCKS
22
IT WAS MADE FROM WALNUT WOOD
IT STOOD NEXT TO MY BED
IMAGINED ENEMIES VANQUISHED
WITH THAT LITTLE RIFLE

WHEN MY DAD PASSED AWAY
I TOOK MY SON TO THE RANGE TO SHOOT IT
CAUSE MORE THAN EVER THAT DAY I KNEW WHAT
IT FELT LIKE
TO PASS ON THAT LOVE MY FATHER HAD FOR ME
WHEN HE GAVE ME THAT 22
AND NOW MY BOY WAS LEARNING IT TOO
AMERICA IS FREE BECAUSE OF THESE
BUT THIS IS ALL WE GOT
RED WHITE AND BLUE , summers , AND A 22

[edit on 14-3-2009 by backyard guru]

---

---

THAT IS NOT VERY POETIC...

[edit on 14-3-2009 by backyard guru]

When I was seven
and the grass was longer
than my memory

I would play
cops with my older brother
and call for back-up
on the flintstones phone

My brother found this
shiny new toy gun
and boy was it heavy

I remember seven so well
because that is when memory ends
my brother was the bad guy

I had him surrounded
and he shot his way out
and got me right through
my toy badge

and as i lay dying on the carpet
an ex-convict stole my father's legal weapon
and used it to commit further crimes

my brother lives with the guilt
protected by the second amendment
and the well regulated militia
guarenteed by it

Zero

The sun was blinding, Intense prima donna
Erasing the winding, of sacred Purana
Breathless seconds, can't keep climbing
Gasps and beckons, focus and timing
Inverting roll, no longer skyward
Out of control, "don't let me die Lord!"
Desperate, my grip tempers the chaos
Undeterred, I slip under radar and cross
Enemy line without their detection,
Thoughts opine, with trow and reflection
Bare-handed target, exposed, unsuspecting
Peculiar argot, revealed and infecting
The hunter above who I lost in the sun
From out of the clouds fired his gun
While I plume over ruins triumphant, awaiting
To engage this rover, this stranger I'm baiting
Comitted, he scrambled, attacking like Nero
Two duelers, we gambled, I shot down the Zero.

. . . . . .Child During Vietnam. . . . . .

I was born just before JFK was shot down;
Too young to acknowledge how many guns were around.

Good Catholic Mom, and a Marine Corps Dad;
Lucky & grateful-for this I am glad.

She took me to church, to teach me about God;
He took me to Scouts, to stand tall & be proud.

My first rifle was a Daisy BB gun;
Followed by a Marlin .22 for target fun!

The kid's shows on TV were suddenly interrupted by horrors of 'Nam;
It disturbed me, & I wanted to help, but I was too young, had to stay calm.

Dead American soldiers riddled with bullet holes;
Finding out later, our government lies about its true goals.

Dad said: "Respect those men on the ground...
They're the reason you have freedom unbound".

It forever changed the way we played;
Making Mother extremely dismayed.

We went from: "Hopscotch" to "Helicopters"...
From: "Candyland" to "Jungleland"...
From: "Hide & Seek" to "Seek & Destroy"...
And from: "Gum & Blowing bubbles long"...
to: "Guns & Blowing Away the Imaginery Cong".

Now, with gang-related shootings on every street;
The cops are overwhelmed, and feeling the heat.

Innocent children killed; gunned-down in crossfire;
While the armed drug-lord gangs continue to conspire.

And these homicidal/suicidal gun rampages and killing sprees on the news;
Keeps dis-heartening me, and fueling my blues.

But then, my young cousin Bridgett was a victim of one of these;
I sobbed in grief, pleading with God, down on my knees.

What's wrong with people, using guns to murder eachother?
It's a sad, sick reality, in fact, so get used to it, my brother.

Presidents keep talking about peace, but then profit from war;
Only reveals them as a gun-dealing, war-criminal whore!

Lawmakers of late, try to restrict our Constitutional rights;
WHOA; Better be careful usurpers, you could end up in our gun-sights!

Sure, I pray to the Almighty, but I put my TRUST in my Mini-14;
For how else will I guard my wife, my beautiful young queen?

The world is going to Hell much quicker than it seems;
While both sides of the gun debate just perpetuate their screams.

As hospitals, morgues, and funeral parlors over-crowd;
Tearful family members yet bestow another shroud.

What's the solution to all this gun-violence that lingers?
Unsure; But you can have my gun, when you pry it from my cold, dead fingers!

My love is like a rocket launcher set on berserk...

damn I thought I had more.

Originally posted by FRIGHTENER
. . . . . .Child During Vietnam. . . . . .

I was born just before JFK was shot down;
Too young to acknowledge how many guns were around.

Good Catholic Mom, and a Marine Corps Dad;
Lucky & grateful-for this I am glad.

She took me to church, to teach me about God;
He took me to Scouts, to stand tall & be proud.

My first rifle was a Daisy BB gun;
Followed by a Marlin .22 for target fun!

The kid's shows on TV were suddenly interrupted by horrors of 'Nam;
It disturbed me, & I wanted to help, but I was too young, had to stay calm.

Dead American soldiers riddled with bullet holes;
Finding out later, our government lies about its true goals.

Dad said: "Respect those men on the ground...
They're the reason you have freedom unbound".

It forever changed the way we played;
Making Mother extremely dismayed.

We went from: "Hopscotch" to "Helicopters"...
From: "Candyland" to "Jungleland"...
From: "Hide & Seek" to "Seek & Destroy"...
And from: "Gum & Blowing bubbles long"...
to: "Guns & Blowing Away the Imaginery Cong".

Now, with gang-related shootings on every street;
The cops are overwhelmed, and feeling the heat.

Innocent children killed; gunned-down in crossfire;
While the armed drug-lord gangs continue to conspire.

And these homicidal/suicidal gun rampages and killing sprees on the news;
Keeps dis-heartening me, and fueling my blues.

But then, my young cousin Bridgett was a victim of one of these;
I sobbed in grief, pleading with God, down on my knees.

What's wrong with people, using guns to murder eachother?
It's a sad, sick reality, in fact, so get used to it, my brother.

Presidents keep talking about peace, but then profit from war;
Only reveals them as a gun-dealing, war-criminal whore!

Lawmakers of late, try to restrict our Constitutional rights;
WHOA; Better be careful usurpers, you could end up in our gun-sights!

Sure, I pray to the Almighty, but I put my TRUST in my Mini-14;
For how else will I guard my wife, my beautiful young queen?

The world is going to Hell much quicker than it seems;
While both sides of the gun debate just perpetuate their screams.

As hospitals, morgues, and funeral parlors over-crowd;
Tearful family members yet bestow another shroud.

What's the solution to all this gun-violence that lingers?
Unsure; But you can have my gun, when you pry it from my cold, dead fingers!

THIS WAS WAY WORTH READING, AWESOME!!! INCREDIBLE...
GREAT WORK...

A little haiku if I may

frail man, woman
equality in pocket
will not fear dark streets

Charleton Hestin
is finally restin
in his beloved American lands
but as hard as they tried
they couldn't have pryed
the ivory handled Colt from his cold dead habds

Originally posted by thisguyrighthere
A little haiku if I may

frail man, woman
equality in pocket
will not fear dark streets

i like it...

Originally posted by djquinn
Charleton Hestin
is finally restin
in his beloved American lands
but as hard as they tried
they couldn't have pryed
the ivory handled Colt from his cold dead habds

He was moses and he kicked the pharohs azz
if he only had his guns the pharohs face he would blast
but thats a movie like the one with the monkeys
even that was scary
cause the monkeys had guns
and the people hadn't any
kind of like our government would see done
the animals would shoot
and the good people run
our world isnt and will never be
ran by monkeys
Let the Gun Ownership Be...




[edit on 14-3-2009 by backyard guru]

Originally posted by CallMeMaury
When I was seven
and the grass was longer
than my memory

I would play
cops with my older brother
and call for back-up
on the flintstones phone

My brother found this
shiny new toy gun
and boy was it heavy

I remember seven so well
because that is when memory ends
my brother was the bad guy

I had him surrounded
and he shot his way out
and got me right through
my toy badge

and as i lay dying on the carpet
an ex-convict stole my father's legal weapon
and used it to commit further crimes

my brother lives with the guilt
protected by the second amendment
and the well regulated militia
guarenteed by it

read and like this as well...

The Rifleman's Creed
by Major General W. H. Rupertus, USMC

THIS IS MY RIFLE. There are many like it but this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I master my life. My rifle, without me is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than any enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will....

My rifle and myself know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit...

My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weakness, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...

Before God I swear this creed. My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life. So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy, but Peace

if you were in a bank waiting in line to cash your check
and two thugs walked into the lobby with 12 guages you respect
everything seemed like business except one guy pulled the trigger
over on the side you see someone die
and notice that killers finger was still on the trigger
you pull your hidden cannon you have strapped
as the killer moves the barrel in a new victims direction
bang flash smack !!!
your 357 magnum trained on the killers back
you dropped him like a bag of potatoes
and now his friend wants you dead
too stupid to realize you still had five more for him
your left with no choice
bang bang bang bang bang...three to the gut
two to the head



[edit on 14-3-2009 by backyard guru]

Originally posted by imd12c4funn
Zero

The sun was blinding, Intense prima donna
Erasing the winding, of sacred Purana
Breathless seconds, can't keep climbing
Gasps and beckons, focus and timing
Inverting roll, no longer skyward
Out of control, "don't let me die Lord!"
Desperate, my grip tempers the chaos
Undeterred, I slip under radar and cross
Enemy line without their detection,
Thoughts opine, with trow and reflection
Bare-handed target, exposed, unsuspecting
Peculiar argot, revealed and infecting
The hunter above who I lost in the sun
From out of the clouds fired his gun
While I plume over ruins triumphant, awaiting
To engage this rover, this stranger I'm baiting
Comitted, he scrambled, attacking like Nero
Two duelers, we gambled, I shot down the Zero.

I had to read this one over , but it finally hit home, good job!!!

The rising rates of crime
Will make people support your lie
That taking my guns away
Will make this world a safer place

You'll make me register them
So you know exactly what I have
Locked away in my safe
So no one can get to them

You'll make my neighbors believe
That I am the enemy
That because I am a gun owner
I'm out for the blood of everyone

You'll strip away my freedoms
My right to bare arms in defense
So that when you come busting through my door
I've got nothing with which to protect

My family, my property, all that we are
Will be vulnerable to you in the uniforms
But I pity the day when you need my help
And I have nothing to offer but to say

I stand with my hands clean
It is you who caused this
When you took my guns away


- Carrot

Interesting thread, who would of thought of guns as a topic for poetry.