Best Loose Cannon Poems
Love can seem so happy and so wonderful
But it can hurt and take away from life too
You make me so happy and make me feel so special
But then you turn around and make me feel like ****
love can turn you into a whole new person
But you could change into to something great or something no one wants
Love seems so wonderful at first
But spending my days not knowing if you want me or even care for me is agonizing
Sometimes i feel like your lying to me but if i say that then you'll get mad again
Your such a loose cannon, ready to burst with rage and tears
Love is so temperamental
so can you tell me.......
Is It Worth It?
*Come and listen to my tale about a man named Joe.
Who was Jesus Christ? Well, he didn't really know'
Then one day he read John, Chapter three;
His eyes were opened up and he began to see.
Pearls of truth, that is; wisdom, pure love'
First thing you know, ol' Joe did repent,
Of things he had done and places where he went.
His life turned around in such a drastic change.
That family and friends thought he was really strange'
A loose cannon, that is; three bricks shy of a full load'
Joe began to read, and he began to pray;
The Lord began to show him a new and living way'
He taught Joe how he could walk in love,
Just like his Heavenly Father above.
In Holiness, that is; sanctified; uprightly.
Ol' Joe kept a-studying and he kept on a-growing'
By his testimony the kinsfolks knew where he was goin'.
He would witness on the corner and even on the stairs,
When persecution rose up, he didn't have a care.
Total peace; surrendered; anxious for nothing'
Joe loved to talk to people- that became his ministry.
He turned many souls from a God-less eternity'
And as Joe advanced in his earthly years,
He became ever more thankful for Jesus, so dear.
Wonderful counselor; Saviour; friend'
Now it's time to say goodbye to Joe and all his friends.
They would like to thank "y'all" for kindly droppin' in
You're each invited to join Joe for all eternity,
To worship at God's Throne and praise His Majesty'
Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.)
March 4, 2007
*With apologies to " The Beverly Hillbillies"
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Words are like weapons with bullets of lead
That pierce through your soul when angry and said.
When someone shoots his mouth off like a loose cannon,
You can’t help but get hurt as the mortar is landin’.
The thing about these wounds to the soul,
There’s no bleeding to stop from invisible holes.
Though, on the surface, there are no wounds to tend,
The damage is often deeper and harder to mend.
Masked by pride, courage or good old denial,
Make no mistake, this pain maims and defiles,
Reducing the toughest man’s heart to that of a child's.
So the next time you’re angry, don’t be absurd.
Lay down your weapons of hollow point words.
There is a better way to accomplish your goals
Without doing battle and wounding other's souls.
America has been GREAT, great for the last two centuries.
All right, America has been the greatest among all countries,
For a long time. MAGA is a cheap pleonasm, which just
Won the most contentious election in American history.
The problem, as widely reported, Trump is corrupt, unjust,
Sexist, racist, homophobic, xenophobic, vociferous, and nasty.
This is the first time that we have such a hyperactive loose cannon,
Who is despised by his own political party. He is an orchestra
Of unusual lyrics and melodies. The man is like an untamed lion.
As a reminder, money, strength and power are not everything.
Humility, wisdom, decency, and common sense, in America,
Are extremely crucial and important, to make the dogs sing.
A president should be a role model, a beacon for children;
A fighter, a problem solver, a savior for the entire electorate;
A leader, a giant not a bully, a diplomat for the world to emulate.
The jury will be deliberating; America does not need to be 'great again';
We need an improved economy, mutual respect, controlling the flow
Of immigration, money, illicit drugs, and put our ducks in a row,
To be a haven for all, regardless of race, color, gender and ethnicity.
America is the greatest, I am not lying; simply ask the Statue of Liberty.
Copyright © November 11,2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Early start
East Coast Ferry Terminal;
Sleepy journey
Trip for two
Getaway spa resort;
Rest and recuperate
Mystic moments:
Retreat into void --
Battery recharging
To re-jig sense
Spur sensorial feel;
Find and anchor
Getaway mode
Three days of rest;
Tropical idyll
Sing a song
Joy floods again;
Refresh soiled templates
Doing nothing
Can heal you wholesome;
Empty cups need refill
So there you go:
Two lovers
Playing catchup
Take your trip,
Embrace emptiness;
Rest weary wiles
Here by this bench
Watch people passing;
Wit humours worry
Driver's hot seat:
Fast luxury car
Speeding away
Now for a pit stop
Mechanics of motion;
Preventive maintenance
Bus trip homewards
Observe fellow passengers;
Flashy mobile devices
We flood the bus
Private thoughts lurk;
Ready to unleash
Air-con bus ride
Morning masquerade;
Chameleons in-transit
Glare of morning
Sun in my eyes;
Drowsy dreamy crazy
Missing the point
Stray words dislodge;
Meaning decapitated
Drowsy movement
Blurry sensations;
Graveyard shift starts
Report and lodge
Complaint that cuts;
Fire a loose cannon
Moody mindset
Uneasy dawn;
Distant tremors
Exit the start
Enter the end;
Roundabout lurks
Highway song
Go fast within limits;
Speedy Gonzales!
Follow the signs:
Deliver me
From my slavery
Illumination saves
Ignorance and blame;
Choice rewards freedom
Morning story
Sleep put on hold;
Awareness now grooms
Leon Enriquez
25 Feb 2014
Singapore
i look through the wings of the Dragonfly
clear through to the other side but i can't hide
from the third eye chakra
the agility i possess
i must confess
will change your views form fatalism
to catholicism
from hinduism to mysticism then...
have your heart screaming out for more
Jah Rastafari
look up at the sky and watch the rain pour down
don't be sad cause the moon wears a frown
i too feel restrained living in this town
running around like a loose cannon
they're thinking about banning me...
but the chaos in my mind
would not be confined
now is the right time
eyes half open
sleep but awake
this crap i can't take anymore...
too late i closed the door
He has been bestowed with a poor pea brain
Being President can hardly to bare the strain
Does find things difficult to be detected
By brain which is like a loose connection.
(Also, flies off handle and is a loose cannon.)
Trump's interests may contain much conflict
And off a lot of people have become ticked
Forgot to mention with much apprehension
Each rank did continue to contain dissension.
Trump is same story that is getting old
Down river America is about to be sold
And into the past all good things will fade
Due to trouble he caused, created and made.
Start laughing and grab hold of seats
To wind start casting all of your sheets
Whistle on him we should begin to blow;
While Trump the Terrible on you will grow.
How about that "Mad Dog Mattis" and
"Trump the Terrible." Does sound like
something out of the stone ages which
is where I am beginning to think Trump's
thoughts and ideas came from.
James Nefarious Hililarious Horn
Hilarious is mis-spelled intentionally
originally.
First Adam
Two hundred thousand years before the time of this,
Surfing spirits crost the terrible, the great murky abyss,
One Amilius in command, 5 Adams he had planned,
5 colours he'd insist, before the dawn of hist,
5 hardy human bands! Where ice and snow exists,
within the swirling mists, an Adam in command!
Populated from the stars, cave men smoking big cigars.
Spirit into bodys slipt, in the suitable fellas, {homonid}
Mind expanding, brain a growing, altered forms by spirit knowing,
Mind creates, forgotten knowing, dwell a bit on this!
Negative will draw you ought,
positive forever sought,
see your path a spiritual sort,
after bodies gone, WE exist!
negative IT is evils work,
depression spikes you like a dirk,
shake it off, command desist!
Like pulling teeth might get you pist:}
YOU are in charge of this...
Don Johnson
Homonids were possessed and altered to Homosapien by mental DNA adjustment, creating a human race with intelligent spirits in command. But sometimes the animal Homonid in rage or passion takes command ...a loose cannon...
Words run away
No rhymes now;
Rest in jest
~~~~~~~~~
Love knows the way
Faith anchors hope;
Peace sums joy
~~~~~~~~~
Come what may
Peace of mind stays;
Style knows the way
~~~~~~~~~
Touch of good earth
Orchard of plenty;
Delightful harvest
~~~~~~~~~
Weather forecast
Thundery showers;
Bright sunshine smile
~~~~~~~~~
Old couple here
Parkway bench respite;
Morning exercise
~~~~~~~~~
Walking their dogs
Owners chit-chat;
Suspicious canines
~~~~~~~~~
Early morning jog
Adrenaline rush;
Breezy wind cajoles
~~~~~~~~~
Lost connection
Internet down time;
Ink stains paper
~~~~~~~~~
Emergent light
Dawn hurls swift;
Dreamtime evaporates
~~~~~~~~~
Too much
Too little;
Too late
~~~~~~~~~
Wordplay episode
Clutter desiccates;
Unfinished business
~~~~~~~~~
Birthday greetings
Facebook amalgam;
Discrete overtures
~~~~~~~~~
Too much talk
Missing mileage;
Loose cannon wildcard
~~~~~~~~~
Wild conundrum
Stillness circles;
Creative potential
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
06 December 2016
Singapore
(True feelings)
You may have little tolerance for tolerated people
For I have no love for those I never love,not even a lover
Don't feel you have to tolerate me
For I am not the one that commit crimes and rape and other.
You may not like me for your prediction of me turn out to be a lie.
You may not like me for not being a loose cannon.
You may not like me for not being a drug addict and a drunk.
Of course who would want to tolerate a person not using all these things.
You may not like me for defending myself& rights than to keep it
Quiet.
sooner or later those experience was gonna come out and be told.
I do not have to lie about everything I say for the markings and evidence speaks for itself and displayed.
So yes! You do not feel you have to tolerate me, for nothing of mines is yours and it will never be.
You try to turn my life into a nightmare, but yet you forgot you'll pay for the crime and the nightmare you caused.
You try to use me as your mirror image like my parents.
But yet you keep failing like all the rest.
You remind me of the Malpractioners that started all this mess, for They just miserable souls doing what they do best.
My Complete Surprise
What was to my complete surprise
Could not think clearly or memorize
Any words he meant to have said
This guy many of us do dread
Out in provocation drew many cries.
Who will be in the White House
And is it really the right house
Is there will wonder why
To die only does a good guy
Moron creeped in like a mouse.
Determined there was a big dispute
Who for President we had to recruit
What we must really do is fight back
And of Hillary never to loose track
My dear boy Trump is quite a beaut.
Would you rather be over a barrel
Or should we sing a Christmas carol
My county supposed to be
Has it given up on me
And is Trump cat who is feral.
Congress as usual won't do jack
Except maybe make a wise crack
What about a loose cannon being
Up from problems will not be freeing
America please give me some slack.
I really do not need the title
To do things for Nation that are vital
As life's end is now nearing
Before it does do some volunteering
Which will further our survival.
Here is another word to the wise
Don't give up, in or compromise
Monopolize is not way to go
When economy starts running slow
Result I'm sure you it will surprise
Jim Horn
(Feelings)
Speak the truth of what you are
For it's not me who's a loose cannon
If you know this game very well
Your earnings comes from pleasure not from thee.
Don't try to hide the truth.
The exposure of it, is out in the open.
What you enjoy, My body couldn't respond
So it needed a loose cannon to do the job which is not me For what My mind and body couldn't give.
So speak the truth and stop using me as your mirror image
To hide what you really are,You do not fool no one not even me.
For I've watch this game going on for very long,so of course don't think I did not know.
Keep in mind they always 3 sides in the world, like a Bermuda triangle.
This is one side you'll never be on. For I will never be you, and you will never be me.
Steve Bannon
Loose Cannon
Your Fired
we as a society are drifting
further away from what we left behind
is this a call or a sign
you wear make up to cover your inner beauty
you pout, scream & moan
you drift along like a loose cannon
planting seeds of disaster
never to prepare for the great here after
yet inside you stand alone
like a dog without a bone
hiding behind the Willow tree
still some beg to differ or may disagree
like I often thin will she be the one to marry me
P.M.S. is an every day battle & test
behind the squeaky wheel
no notion of love in her heart
she can give a flying fart
like a soul drifting apart
yet in every season turns
one soul soars while the other one burns
you base your reality of what is in vanity
your life is a drama based upon tragedy
living in calamity as if its some comedy
you had your place in the sun now your to gone
eyes with spots having holes
taking off all of your clothes
you get meaner by the day
paying no homage to ever bow the knee to pray
but you insist on having it your own way
closed minded zombies in a world torn up in madness
break through the sadness so that you can set yourself free
this is my one last final plea
Blocked in my bonded mind
I am trying to get away
Trying to peel away this rind
Left in nothing but dismay
I am thickened in the skull
My shell is very thick
And quite a nut to hull
You may need to use a stick
My mind is a loose cannon
Like a bomb set to blow
Just like that Roy O’Bannon
From Jackies movie show
You see I’m so blocked in
I bury all my emotion
How can I ever win
I’ve lost all my devotion
Just need to get it back
To fix all my emotion
Before these feelings stack
If I locate my mind
I’ll never let it go
It will be quite a find
But how will I know