Long Cannon ball Poems

The ride to the country is uneventful
Except that I feel a little like
A man riding inside a cannon ball.
Yuliya's father Igor drives
I'm also up front (the honored guest)       ...

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In better times, Anders Throne once was
a good husband and loving father,
married to his sweetheart, Rosie Smith,
who’d grown on the Chesapeake waters.

He worked as a lawyer, was well renowned,
had a little boy by the name...

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Rage, despair, grief, devastation and regret, flowing like 
hot lava spewing out from a volcano through my veins,
pushing out my red hot blood onto this white leaf;
For suddenly and without any fair warning came,
an enormous...

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I’d like too invite all to be my guest
a dine of mindfulness and rhyme digest 
a week of conflict now victory blessed 
standing united to silence a pest

Since the last time you heard from me...

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Edward Kenway was a pirate
He sailed the Spanish Main
He plundered British merchant ships
And the Galleons of Spain

Once he was a farmer
He walked behind the plough
But now he ploughed the oceans deep
He was a pirate now

He...

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I know
Even if I have no evidence to prove it
I know
That I was never meant to be in this world!
I find not my place here
I like it not here
I am not comfortable here
I am not...

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Feeling very trapped 
Dungeon canary getting ready to be zapped 
Proceed down a level 
Only giving a quotable shovel 
Building a winning case 
In a better place 
Riding in a vehicle to transfer 
Something in...

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They sea me without.


I carry a raven upon my shoulder,
A sundial on my back.
The hat I wear is made of ash;
Sunlight is what I lack.


I drag my feet behind me on sandy beaches.
The ball and...

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Jock stumbled - pals called him a wus
(No injury was obvious)
But Jock bruised his willy
And now he feels silly
With todger strapped up in a truss 


WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON

Old Jock had injured and bruised his...

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First a quick word on Robert the Devil,
whose turbulent  life turned out quite a revel.
He fathered a child on a poor tanner's daughter
then dashed to repent in Jerusalem's quarter,
but on his return, sad to...

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I promised Milt I'd tell him a tale
Turn on a little Hillbilly music OK
I was about  the age of six or seven and bootleggin was a real bad habit.
Or so I heard

We had one...

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Do you remember how it felt to open the perfect gift on Christmas Day?
Reminisce on the sparkle in your eyes when you didn't have a word to say.
Revisit that exhilarating moment...now PAUSE...
These feelings you give...

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Breeders' Cannon Ball plays for days and decades even onto eras
Feeders on the bottom plus top down voodoo economics, no trickle
De-weeders? Why? Lawns are hype realistic so fake AF and anti-kith
Xeroscape like rape by statute...

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Spoke to a cloud today – 
the usual conversation
about shape and size, 

lows and highs...whether
my need to tote a handy, spring
loaded umbrella...or a better chance
to go without pants, dance
on the beach ~ showing off
thighs, widening...

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The general has ordered us to charge again,
We must take that hill to win.
I ordered the men back on their feet,
Charge that hill, there will be no retreat.
Many soldiers lie dead by our side,
Into Blue...

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Where the Bull Shit Lies


  Slipping through the cracks as every seam starts to unfold,
      feel the weight of your hands full of emptiness freezing cold.

   ...

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I am heavy today

Heavy like feet in hot tarmac

Heavy like dead end job

Like slashed tires in the dark

And I try to keep your pace

Try to match my steps to yours

You do not understand why I...

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The field is given a name.
Battles are about where they disappear,
the ones that walk away 
don't know where the hell they are.

There’s a cannon ball under that Yew tree,
there’s a skull under that Ash.
There’s a...

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Tie Me Down by Rob Barratt

Tie me down, tether me to a pole
Rope together the wings on my soul

Fill my wellies up with rocks
Put big pebbles in my socks

Nail my boots to a railway sleeper
My...

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Will the president be in truce? 
Shahid Qadri

No. Not the chair, table , the sofa set , the shelves, these do not belong to me
The tree, pond, flowing water only these
Hair, chin, curvature, knees, these...

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The chalk returns to dust
Disappearing the dread of dreamless nights

Just to turn into the contents of a cannon ball
Where inner turmoil is shot into the blue

Blurred electrical pulses - firing in enclosed space
Catching fire the...

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Trepidation explodes into volcanic fear
Takes off like wild fire burnt alive
Rolls molten lava down the mountain
Butters the melted soul to silence

Over run by soldiers out of control
The covered dead fill in the valley
Infantries spread to...

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Wistles blow
Echoing though the mountain plain
Blood drips with times gone by
Scars covered by a grassy hill
With rails laid that shall not last
Smoke fills the mountain air
Blackens the sky filled with hue
Engines turn with power in...

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implode
until the shirt pops
evade
until land 
chokes
smile
until
face hurts
live
until 
you die
as you rise
swim in your sky
cannon ball
through the sea
right me 
will you?
or should I
wait and see?
follow not one 
but me
tell me why
show me wrong
a jitter 
jangle
can be...

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