Rabbit's Poetry

Christopher Laramie

Description

Written by an Iraq war veteran, this book offers a collection of humorous, creative, and sometimes furious poems.

A thing I thought of years ago at Mc Gregor Range, New Mexico.
Little did I know on that night run I had either a delusion, or an abduction.
I just remember my watch stopped and confusion. Told my friends too.
ln the desert at night running.

I puked like 95% of my runs. I was also called “Rabbit”.
I was good at long distance running. When I finished, they played the kazoo.
Even one alien could prove true and in a zoo.
No one believed it to be true. They had no clue.
Found a zapped cow. A short moo, steaks precooked for you.
An alien cooked that, what I said was true and we also made stew.

In Rabbit’s Poetry, author Christopher Laramie offers an eclectic collection of humorous, creative, and sometimes furious poems.

Written by an Iraq war veteran, these selections touch on a wide variety of topics from Laramie’s life. His imaginative and heartfelt selections include a look at everything from graduating from airborne school, to exploring the world of wild mushrooms, his military service, to living life in Michigan, and much more.

Laramie’s poetry, composed as a coping mechanism, gives unique insight into his thoughts, feelings, and emotions.

Sujets

• Iraq
• Poetry
• Irak

Informations

• Publié par: Archway Publishing
• Date de parution: 24 novembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665730525
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

Rabbit’s Poetry
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
CHRISTOPHER LARAMIE
 
 
 
 
 

 
Copyright © 2022 Christopher Laramie.
 
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ISBN: 978-1-6657-3051-8 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6657-3052-5 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022917419
 
 
Archway Publishing rev. date: 11/22/2022
Contents
Kung Fu Ranger
Native American and Caucasian
Cherry Jump
True I picked some Mushrooms
Mystical Dragon
Shiz-nit Biscuit
Boom That Speaker
Pristine Spring
Beer Pong With a Case
Winding Roads
Beer Goggles
Charcoal Grill
Mucus Sneakers
Alien Abduction
Halloween Horror
My Sundial Watch
Those Earrings
Many Pickles
Grim Reaper
Bamboozled
Flies Die
Fuck Gun Control
Kazooing with a Fling
Meditation Music
Mama Turkey
Laundry Basket
Kermit-de-frog
Kreuger And A Ruger
Pray Several Times
Oodles of Poodles
No Cigar
Nair shooting Spud
My Coffee Tar
Amanita Muscaria
Misfit’s Spectacular
Write A Letter
Two Curious Humming Birds
Tunnel Rats
The Magic Stamp
Trapped in the in the essence of time
Spotlight long night.
Sobriety
Sober Partying
Procrastinator
Praying in silence
Basic Training A-119
Bat Crap Nasty
Meditation sedation
Whitey Tighties
Fruit fly Bath
Happy Vacation
Hemp lncense
Holy Blanket
I Like Mayonnaise
Banana Montana
Butane For Insane
Chillin Music
Christmas Tree
Fart fueled Motorcycle
Pungent Sneakers
Runny Coney
Antidisestablishmentarianism
Absolute Pollution
It’s the Titanic don’t panic
Mass hysteria
I’m a Patsy
DMT lnside Me
Musical Cars
Kung Fu Ranger
King Kong, kitty kitty.
Uppercut I got from. Claws aren’t itty bitty. Bad ass cat is the military “ranger”. Not to skitty.
Now mess with me. You mess with my guard kitty. He’ll cut you open and protect me Ranger Danger
Now, isn’t so itty bitty.
Getting old and skinny. I still love him dearly. Every year I worry. He’s 16. High in age. He could have
been an airborne Ranger. Ballsy as can be.
Fighting kitty kitty who are you? I’m messing with you in cat language then cutting you with a samurai
sword. Slice slice from my sword. I’m attacking your cranium. It’s going to be messy.
Under an umbrella blood was squirting immensely.
Unaware with my cat and I. He was almost the first cat in Ranger school. Imagine him in the woods
Without nods. He doesn’t need them. He has good night vision. Could have been a tunnel rat, if he was a
Few generations older. Don’t mess with him even slightly.
Ranger is a bad ass cat. In Ranger school he had to go. 150-pound rucksack would crush him completely.
Got a compliment from the ranger instructor.
A bad ass kitty. Yup bad ass kitty, he’s like a son to me.
Now to me I love him immensely. Yes, he got hit on by the female kitties. Never wanted to fix him. He
Peed on everything. Neutered with a thought first. It’s the way for him to be.
Even admit he’s a bad ass, but lovey Dovie.
Really one of a time pets. Good fighter. Nice he can be. I think my little z loves him too. When i
Struggle, he calms me immensely. He’s brave and loving.
Everyone can tell he’s an old kitty.
Native American and Caucasian
Never would I’ve known unless my cousin told me.
American is what I am, but I’m part Native American. So is my little “z”
True, I have skin that don’t burn easy. Also, less hair. Here’s the cool part, I’m part Apache.
I’m related to Chief Cochise. Says her family tree. I’m related to a war hero. It’s cool about my family
tree.
Very little to know but my great grandma. Her grandpa was his Chief Cochise.
Even sounds like a lie, but he’s in my family tree.
Also had the nuts to fight with a bow. He upped the death tally.
Even from the past he was a war hero. Wouldn’t want to fight him. It’s plain to see.
I’m part of that American melting pot. I’m mostly French, German and a little Irish.
Overseas, German was my great grandfather. If I met him cool it would be. Cool that he was Jewish. He
left Germany.
Also have family that were killed in the family tree.
Now about the French. My last name is French pronounced (lami)
A name also Lama on trucks, cranes, also a lot of my last name in Wyoming.
Now about my Irish. I’m part Irish. I don’t like now but I liked the Irish car bomb drink.
Used to but now I don’t want it in my body.
Do admit drinking gave me a large potbelly.
Cause my Grandma is Irish. She really gets into Saint Patrick’s Day. She’s happy.
Cause I’m part German. I grew up on sauerkraut, sausage, pickled on foods. They are mighty tasty.
A good German food is pickled bologna.
Use a process right. I might try pickled pigs’ feet. Probably would try it out. Maybe disgust. Maybe
Shining with glee.
Cause all of these I have quite a chromosome “jelly”.
Also close to Ireland and England. Right in the middle is the Isle of Mann tt. Fun journey.
Truthfully most people are in the melting pot in the land of the free.
In all honesty we’re a free nation. It’s good to be American, but one thing that don’t matter is your
nationality.
One thing is freedom of religion and free to practice our own spirituality.
Now with all invited someone for some hospitality.
Cherry Jump
Good as hell to finally graduate Airborne school.
First jump in the airplane school isn’t as scary.
It’s the second one. The fifth one I took a nap on the plane. Face full of drool.
Entered right after basic training and infantry school.
Left in Fort Benning Georgia and the DZ in Alabama. Over the Chattahoochee River.
So cool. Remember, your proper PLF, or you can break a leg.
On the weekends. Chilled, drank beer, and partied in town. Swam in the pool.
Really got some blood wings. Could have got them in secret.
I could have but didn’t because it was “cruel”
Yay! I got to be with my unit. Time for that red k-pod.
Nervous that I’m jumping a c-130. 1,500 ft up and a 4 second count, good exit.
Smooth opening jumped; lines not twisted. Watch out for fellow jumpers. No leapfrog slip away
True I picked some Mushrooms
True I picked some mushrooms for a little gift.
Honestly have noticed the woods are in between. Summer and fall fruitings.
Some Chestnut boletes covered in parasitic mold. Going to go look for more mushrooms.
Maybe soon we can cook. He was so happy he let a guitar riff.
Every one that eats wild mushrooms knows their “chit”. You’ll like them quite a bit. Parasols I didn’t
Pick. Grateful for God’s gift.
Like an Easter egg hunt. Seek and their eventually find it.
Also clean up the dirt a bit.
Soon the BIG-TIME mushroom pick of all is in the fall. More shrooms very easy to get.
This mushroom season he should be a big hit.
Once they come in it’s as many as I can fit in a jet.
Rarely say this pick I’m going; I’m going bring him along and teach. He’s safe no fret.
So many mushrooms (they pop they’ll be set.)
Going to be happy. We could make a bet.
I like teaching. About tasty shrooms. No death yet.
For quicker picking, I’m buying a Corvette.
Mystical Dragon
Many years ago, I saw a mystical dragon.
Yes, a glistening fire breathing dragon.
Loved it and played fetch with. I have a fire suit on it.
So, this is the neighborhood, shot it out of fear.
Fed it whole sheep, and scraps. She was not hurt by the gun.
Then my son asked Dad, why do they shoot the dragon?
We found out it was with a son.
I saw the waves of crowds with pitch forks,
Artillery rounds, swords, and so on.
She and her son
Ready for a parade, it is a masquerade
The dragons a flame throwing competition.
Such admiration.
Gone at first was suspicion.
Found out the young male was starting his own kingdom.
Never seen him again.
One sad group of people got upset.
The mom dragon also left for a mate.
Shocked and bummed. Everyone was heartbroken.
Made a sad song.
Not expecting, she came back with her new baby.
Everyone was happy. Their good companions.
Must respect or they will burn off a thong.
Shiz-nit Biscuit
So delicious. It’s loaded with weed. All I needed was a female seed.
Honestly, some people tree. Mix batter with pot butter. Makes me crazy. Most enjoy STRONG edibles.
So, did i. I quit because it trapped my mind in hell. My mind was freed.
I could care less about others eating a biscuit. Enjoy but don’t drive. One biscuit is all you need.
Zoned out. Zoned out. Munc