Cannon Poems - Poems about Cannon

In time, in time, always in time The prophets always say There is no time in heaven It just gets in the way Perhaps the madness of my life Has seeped inside my mind Perhaps the sadness of my heart Has reaped the poorest kind For chains and locks are what they gave To middin folk as me And others hang from castle wall Or from...

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Echoed giggles remain hysterical in Spring Abundant greenery grows tall along the river Both sides of the banks merge their foliage Connecting branches together overhead Trees become an arching canopy above it all Creating shade for children paddling on Now bouncing on the Cannon traveling down On inner tubes absconded from some ugly trucks Filled with air...

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When all the words a king may say Lay lifeless on the ground And windstorms blow them far away With not a single sound. Then no one any worry pays As acquiescence he seeks But ears awake and eyebrows raise When e'er the cannon speaks. She speaks to warriors from the east And armies from the south. And words of wisdom should, at least, Fall tumbling...

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the kids are going nuts one almost keeled over one inquires about the whereabouts of the large-caliber pipe pistol one gives the spheroid a handshake and hug the arm like an tartarean eclipse with a surreptitious star-nosed mourning mole on the end of it one gives the projectile a high five, invented by a basketball player with four fingers but what about him? who is he under the cycloidal...

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Little five year old boy Just riding his bike When a man came along And cruelly ended his life The boy was sweet And gentle as can be How could anyone take a life With such Animosity? He had his whole life ahead of him And it was sadly cut short His beautiful smile, his laugh Are no more I hope there is justice For this poor...

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Human cannon They shot him out of a cannon and lost his legs He flew low over a forest that took his arms And torso, his head landed in a hexes’ glade From trees dripped gore like strawberry jam They flew up with their brooms collected what Was left of him and made a stew, and he Thought what...

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patch of cannas double dwarf almost red.... fog shrouded ...

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At times I'm a loose cannon The difference is I use pens while you use handguns I spray in every direction but I try to be careful with who I hit When you fire that much at once, you're due to miss Trying to solve the puzzle but there's no clue with it I'll find my way through eventually...

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A gaping hole It’s dark and lonely A soft wind dances through the deep cannon Things here feel sad and empty And the light is far away and unseen It’s cold There is nothing And this cannon it lives right in the very depths of my very being Mocking me Making a joke out of...

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It rests 'neath spreading sycamores on the small-town square, A venerable old relic of the Civil War affair. The sun casts a fleeting glint as it rises anew each dawn, On the brass barrel of the cannon on the court house lawn. Oft' on languid summer days I like to pause and muse, About its past and the brave men...

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The ocean shatters on the banks of my despair where I stand above the cliffs in mournful yearning there, amid the thunder and the lightning that cracks the black of night I curse the rocks below that took his precious life. Oh Cannon Lee, Oh Cannon Lee! my merman of the sea, so beautiful a creature the world has never seen. To gaze...

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A man with a creative dream On an arid afternoon Admiring God's creation Relaxing in the sunlight With his cowboy hat Giving him a little shade Watching the cumulus clouds Shading the desert wasteland Captured all by the artistic eyes Of a man named T. C. Cannon ...

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A Question of Cannon Fodder Drenched in the blood Wept in raining puddles of agony The wretched and forgotten Mud of centuries He fell by knees and palms Dead to the feet of living A Splashing tattoo of scarlet drumming On the futile embrace Of histories life spent warring Driven by battle Riffle, bomb, bow, lance, cannon, arrow and missile And to thunderous skies Where blasted shell...

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Like being shot out of a cannon, I charged out of bed, Took one look around me, My spirits, they bled, Jumped back into bed, Hoping to sleep, Another twenty-four years, Before out of bed I again leap....

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The ocean shatters on the banks of my despair where I stand above the cliffs in mournful yearning there, amid the thunder and the lightning that cracks the black of night I curse the rocks below that took his precious life. Oh Cannon Lee, Oh Cannon Lee! my merman of the sea, so beautiful a creature the world has never...

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