Best Canisters Poems

Refugee

Tonight I awoke
To the voices
The voices that drifted through the darkness
Straight into my soul

	Yesterday I stood there, my son beside me
	As the “soldiers; dragged my neighbor
	From his home
	Into the street

	For what seemed like hours
	They beat him
	Cursed at him
	Then while he lay there
	Broken on the ground
	They...

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Animals forced to do man's fatal, dirty work
Penalised by the superior species
Men without sanity, crazy, berserk
Dogs delivering bombs get blown to pieces,

Animal mascots, monkeys, pigs, cats
Bat bombs fall, canisters with parachutes
Explosive grenades stuffed inside dead rats
Mules carrying goods, war tank substitutes,

Animals feel pain, depression, dreaded...

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Exploding Airbags

There you have it, another car user death reported in an accident..
Somewhere in Houston , Detroit a 17 Year old is the latest statistic...

As in any day, while being on the road, we risk getting into an accident..
As luck would have it, most of...

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After an occasion of travel 
I have reached this new found world. 
My report however is not an encouraging one. 
The life forms here are very primitive. 

They house their spirits in a canister, 
each spirit container holds one spirit but 
for a select few,...

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Twas a dark knight, 
whence there came a pawn the hushed crowded movie house
A phantom of horror sprung out of the rookery that wrought deadly havoc
Renting asunder innocent audience members
Anticipating Batman annihilate evil within Manichean eternal duel
Extant within imaginary world of Gotham portrayed on the...

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13, West Macott Road

My limbs are weak and body old,
Tired am I and withered are my bones,
The skin has wrinkled and is quickly peeling off,
The heart is lifeless and tears have dried,
My feet are shrinking and unbearable is my weight
None to love me, none to...

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ETHIOPIA

see talking slums
silenced tongues
freedom silenced
hope killed
a bling of ghettos
collapsed humanity

mothers weeping ,
under the compression of religion
trees dripping tears
Ethiopia your festering open wounds
you are my anger!

children burn in smoldering canisters of hunger
time opened new wounds of memories of old scars
chained on rocks of ignorance
you need a...

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Colorless Confessional


It was as if time had resisted capture
hid its most precious commodities
averted its eyes lest you see into its soul
withheld all but the extremes of color

Everything became a negative reflection
black on white, white on black
variations of both accounting for contrast
allowing the moment to be...

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Five-and-Dime Store
                    by Odin Roark

Maybe I remember ‘cause…

Everyday was a holiday
At Woolworth’s Five-and-Dime store.
Colored things were floor-to-ceiling,
Holding fast the lingering scents of popcorn,
American grilled cheese sandwiches,
Salt...

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There are Jaipur vegetables
in my new home,
Craisins, clover honey,
and maybe twenty different teas.
Pastas, Clabber Girl,
Real Mayonnaise and Agave Nectar;
things with names like
Kashi and Bumble Bar,
with canisters of cocoa, coffee
and Whole Foods Shake
vanilla flavored,
Green Vibrance (what is that?)
and Whey Protein Powder
also flavored vanilla.
But there is no...

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Breathe deep into the shale,
vent your anger out into the deep blue
Strangle that rage in the seaweeds,
let the calming tortoise walk of peace
move slowly across the ocean floor bed
There, gently rest your troubled head,
and pacify your fiery emerald irises
Eco-green rage
cannon pointed at the toxic canisters
being...

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Poppies in Profusion on the proud chests of the Brave
Old and aging survivors, of a time when things were Grave
Stones on a hillside, edelweiss under Moon
Light on a bomber’s wing carrying canisters of doom.
White hot flames of children, screaming
Blue murder in the darkness, instead of...

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“Lynching”

Black man floating in space
Knotted rope about his face
Crosses burning
White sheets chanting

Black man squirming     
Blue knee choking 
Buildings burning
Dark nights looming

A noose from a tree
A boot and a knee
A black man dead
No one lead

Gutters vomiting
Jesus faltering
Canisters of tears
Scattering fears

Memories from the...

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Beast 666
by Michael R. Burch

“... what rough beast ... slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?”?W. B. Yeats

Brutality is a cross
wooden, blood-stained,
gas hissing, sibilant,
lungs gilled, deveined,
red flecks on a streaked glass pane,
jeers jubilant,
mocking.

Brutality is shocking?
tiny orifices torn
by cruel adult...

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Oh when the cold lurks past our doors,
we gypsies love your heated seats.
Stars guide our weary hearts,
better yet, headlights show the streets.
 
We journey together,
one heartbeat echo’s for all.
My people voice together,
next stop, the nearest mall!
 
Charms of wisdom and luck,
sometimes ward off ghostly creatures.
Your...

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