Best Tin Can Poems

The mighty 3rd to the north did steam,
Chasing a ghost not to be seen

Guard the landing your task assigned,
Quiet the day is to be benign

At dawn the Imperial fleet does appear,
Surprise complete, ranging fire splashes near

Outnumbered and out gunned, duty is clear,
Close the range you...

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Happy (dead) Mother's Day.
A fistful of flowers for your final resting place. 
Wasn't blessed with the time to know you.
Your demise was far swifter than your time.
Just a few clips on a strip of 8mm film 
From that ancient time:
Your smile was sweet and wide.
A...

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from all identical to nothing identical
many exceptions to no exceptions
eventually deduced from the above 
all deductions being eventual
that to have a spirit there must be suffering
now for the latest in strong arm technology
The U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics estimates 
that 13,013 food industry workers lost...

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I’m leaking gasoline.
My soles have holes.
Run ragged,
stripped to the bone.
I’m a splintered bat,
shattered by my momentum.
My heart lacks desire,
but it beats
it beats with the hands of a clock.
tick tock tick tock
I’m running on borrowed time
I can’t look back,
see no end in sight.
Lost track of where...

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TIN CAN ALLEY

Orbital debris, my ocean of grief.
Fourth rock from the fire, my time will be brief.
Eclipsed by mankind and shrouded in black.
Vexed and impure on the wrong starry track.
Solar to polar, please feel my disease ! 
Righteous afflictions, being borne out of greed.
Children do...

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Dan Cwiak


There Dan Cwiak was, utterly lost below.
The silent waters that surrounded his work,
All but had to go.

"Up Periscope", he cried into the night
"We will not go weakly and meekly,
No, we shall but join the fight!"

The Destroyer above is lost in the fog
This is the...

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The submarine stayed silent.

Our insides shuddered as we saw.

The base of our war vessel hitting the sea floor.

Too deep to escape and survive the voyage to the shore.

Although the sub was intact it could not move any more.

We felt the eerie silence of realisation setting...

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To the Signalmen of the Watch

She is cool gray steel, slicing darkest sea.
Crewed by crazed youngsters, both man and woman.
Quiet and deadly, in following seas, free.
No light above, but the Moon and Orion.

Coffee, cigarette, red night lights aglow, 
I, reading Conrad, lookouts are all set.
Only...

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Silver tin can swept 
by svelte twilight gust, under 
amber moonlit gaze

Posted : 4th May 2022...

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We had been living in a drunk mans tin can
until up pulled a renovated police van

my beer it hit
the right hand turn switch,
Oh sh it

Sweet, 
bring the whole fleet

He lit me me up, I pulled to the shoulder
the cop had my birthday but threw no...

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raindrops collect on corrogated tin metal 
Which  covers me in the early morning.

 i remember sitting on those steps 
and listening to each distinct 
 drip..drop..drip..
that would come off of the leaves 
and trees as the rain fell.

 and i suppose there was some
...

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don't be concerned
no matter how well prepared
the glancing blows will come
one by one
at times in clusters
you have to roll with them
wipe the blood off the nose
keep moving forward
like an old plow horse
stumbling up a rocky hill
keep moving upward
using the past as rocket fuel
to reach that...

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finds yours truly groveling along
February third 2022,
never linkedin - analogous to stray animal  
without being befriended, 
thus I don't belong
survival instincts taught yours truly
the necessity acting 
courageous and headstrong

even if necessary 
to stare down King Kong,
who actually shows me respect
such that every now and...

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Yours truly dug deep with bony strength 
in tandem with fantasy notions know
king around in figurative heady 
toboggan noggin like cranial carapace 
to muster every ounce of strength 
in an effort to escape chronic confrontation 
with endless streak of bleakness.

Although cursed with brutish, 
nasty, and...

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I pried with a screw-driver driven into a lid 
sealed with age, and rust, to crack open a 
callous retribution, set aside, tombed over.
I was curious to learn how much remained
and in what condition. Up came the lid with
a gurgle, fizz, hiss, expelled with age...

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