CLICK, CLICK, CLICK

CLICK, CLICK, CLICK

A Poem by Eddie Phillips
"

For the hunter that doesn't know when to stop hunting!

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Click, Click, Click

Went the sound of my weapon; it came from my spent and useless gun
No more angry bullets left to fight with, nothing left; and no where left to run
I remember when I took it all for granted; firing off shots all those years
Never ever had any problems; I had no worries, no hurts, or inner fears
Whenever I saw a woman; I focused, I aimed, and then fired
I reveled in all of her screams, as I kept firing for hours until she expired
I was always an extraordinary hunter and women were my only game
I hunted hundreds down for my pleasure; never caring about their hurt or pain
See I was always looking for a new victim, somewhere to fire off my loaded gun
A nice tight little target of flesh, a bull’s eye for the bullets to come

 

But like all foolish hunters I refused to put my weapon away
I chose and shot at the wrong target; now I am a victim to my prey
A lion in sheep’s clothing; I mistook her for a sweet little deer
She pounced on me without any mercy; she took all that I had without fear
Devouring me as I lay there moaning; she laughed when I screamed into the night
Growling and ravaging without falter, I lost bullet after bullet in our fight
Mercifully she gave me a moment; I lay there expended and blissfully forgone
Sipping a cupful of water; trickling raindrops before the ferocious storm
This hunter has made me her victim; I have fallen and become her prey
I have unwisely spent all my bullets, and this huntress will now have her way

 

Click, Click, Click
Went the sound of my weapon, I have nothing left to give in this fight
So I lay here in her forest of passion, being devoured in the fading moonlight

 

© 2012 Eddie Phillips

 

 

© 2014 Eddie Phillips


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this is a wonderful metaphor, Eddie...reminds me of an old Ricky Nelson tune..."poor little fool"

the guy in the song was like this...and then, it came back at him as he had done to the girls in his life...

what goes around comes around..we need to be careful where and how we shoot.

jacob

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Eddie Phillips

7 Years Ago

Thank Jacob! I agree we need to be careful where we shoot. It will catch up to you one day...LOL .. read more



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This is so good, wonderful detail and such a wonderful metaphor. Much enjoyed this write a lot

Posted 5 Months Ago


Strong metaphor here, Eddie. Not all women are pushovers....and men need to remember that. Great rhyming in this one. Lydi**

Posted 3 Years Ago


I enjoyed the mechanical mind in this. Every word sets just so.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Great write Eddie! Thanks for sharing!

-CW

Posted 7 Years Ago


Superb metaphorical write Eddie. You held your hands up in this and admitted defeat - well done you!

Posted 7 Years Ago


I was say that the huntress was armed with Cupid's arrows, Eddie, and that she disarmed the hunter without his knowing it was coming. Wonderfully metaphorical poetry. Great job!

Posted 7 Years Ago


the user/hunter becoming the prey... wonderful writing Mr. Phillips !

Posted 7 Years Ago


This was really deep, your very talented! :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


Fantastic metaphor which you carried though well, Eddie. Men and women alike can do so much harm with their selfish ways...

Posted 7 Years Ago


1, 2, 3, 4
yeah i read it four times...i get the mean...and i get your mean ...ha ha ha...
you are trying to show me reflection..huh...clever eddie...im laughing.....
thanks for the RR...
and sassy write...


Posted 7 Years Ago



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Eddie Phillips
Eddie Phillips

Denver, CO



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Writer, Scholar, Martial Artist, Poet, etc. I write everything. Whatever is on my heart comes through my pen. I do not limit myself to only write what I think. I write what I feel. I write a lot .. more..

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