Muskets Poems - Poems about Muskets

...(A Prophecy of Collapse) Once upon a time, beneath stars and stripes, Stood a colossus—loud, armed, and blind to its blight. It roared not with wisdom but with greed and might, Casting shadows ......

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...You carved your names on lands not yours, With iron, blood, and sharpened laws. You drew your borders through ancient homes, Then called it peace, while looting thrones. You came with Bibles an......

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...I saw ten ships departing north, From out the grand Canal. They each were armed with cannons four, With mighty rationale. Atop them flew my country's flag, A phoenix white in pride, It struck a......

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...When the ocean’s calm and shiny it be joyous to behold When the spyglass sights Port Royal there be good rum to be sold When a pirate holds the spyglass and his ship be filled of gold Might he tak......

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...“Up men to your posts! Don’t forget today that you are from old Virginia.” – General George Pickett Beneath Gettysburg's sun a merciless blaze Stood Pickett with his face etched......

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...The infantry stands with their boots on the ground The muskets will fire and the trumpets will sound The cavalries charge in the heat of the battle The cannons will roar and the sabers will......

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...Pikes held high, Flags fill the sky, Drummer boys sound the beat, Musket men are on their feet. White smoke swirls, ram down the ball really hard, Pour in the gunpowder to make the charge. ......

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...War, War We need more War. Come patriots, Come comrades, Let’s all go to Waaaar! Raise your banners, Gather your muskets, Sharpen your swords, Let's all go to Waaaar! Won’t it be fun, T......

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...He Was A True Master, A True Master Of His Destiny I am a sailor, a wanderer, a sailor born to be. I have sailed mighty oceans, all the seven wide seas. There is not a soil tiller, not that ki......

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......Outside the French guns continued to screech, a blast rocked them all, and opened a breach, morale was fading, beginning to sag, the next day the French sent out a truce flag. Ned watched fr......

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...Just outside his window, moonlight turns the pounding rain ¦¦ into gems that glitter on the grass Crouching, with his face mere inches from the lower pane, ¦¦ he fogs up the bottom of the glass......

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...Arms, legs, fists, feet, beating chests; teeth meet. Stones, bones, sharp-honed tusks, poisoned darts; obsidian clubs. Slings, arrows, outrageous bows, black-edged flints; sharp-pointe......

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...Dropped anchor off the Fever Coast ‘board a rake-masted schooner Spooked by Ahab’s ghost. Lamps glowered through the yawning blanks Casting bone-twisted shadows Over teakwood planks. Salt bi......

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...My people are shipwrecks, they have faces long crushed by tanks. Many are landlocked, a few were too oceanic they got broken by dry-docked hearts. Most were blitzed by smokescreens. The trees......

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......Duncan’s unit, the 42nd, was placed in the center of the mass, the French would crumble quick, he reckoned, when the lines started marching at last, not knowing that no orders had come, yet o......

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