Best Cannonade Poems

My thoughts they roil like waters dark 
in the abyss of blackest night, 
with memories of mother’s bookmark,
of Longfellow read by lamp light.
She called, in...

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Left And Right

Either side the cannons roar
Took of blood and wanted more
Salvo after salvo into the valley
Point blank range to deter the rally

Water poured over...

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Memorial Day Tribute
© Ben Burton 5-25-2015

They stood up for America
And for their families left behind
Our soldiers sent to unknown lands
Secure that God was on their...

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Once wars were fought with sticks and stones
to flog the flesh and batter bones
and conquer lands, defending thrones -
though gods provoke, not one atones. 

The...

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It is the scent of you, that breathes in me.
It is the music when you laugh
that chants across the apse
between our heartwalls,
signaling desire, tossing off...

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—Memorial Day Elegy—

The grave site
where the men and women of patriotic spirit fought bravely 
in the battlefield and fell for glory of the nation, 
abandoned...

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He didn’t have a native land, 
therefore, he had no reminiscences of any sort,
neither good nor ill, other than reckless killing 
at the battlefield where...

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When men of fame do meet discord,
They find a way to prove their point.
Then it is, they think of the art,
And call to play artists...

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Set me off. 
I dare you. 
I want you to feel my rage. 
Taste my vindictiveness. 
And swallow the bullets I've bled out from. 
You...

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Oblique! 
(The day the gray line Wavered) 

It was hot again, for the third straight day, but it was the 3rd of July; the time...

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As I sat the serene waves were evocative of those pleasant days,
The setting sun made the myriad memories come alive,
The waves to and forth: encircling...

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when I
a rock-chucking stick-slasher

patch-monger
was

there was a waterless
		well

where we would await sprites and goblins in ambush


shoe-lace lariats
piles of rock for cannonade

this and all  all the...

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General Cornwallis of Great Britain
faced a problem that he couldn’t resolve,
he’d won at Camden, they’d captured Charlestown,
but still the southern colonies wouldn’t fall.

Instead he faced...

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A rushing wind
	roaring strong
across broad land
	bearing all away

black clouds overhead
	like rolling hillsides are
monochrome colors lost
	a barren landscape seen

jagged lightning flashes down
	as mighty thunder roars
a cannonade...

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