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 rattle
The whole thing will be fought in the dust, rain, and mud
But the payment for that is the stain of our blood
When our enemies fall then our standard will rise
Thus a nation for all is the ultimate prize
Categories:
muskets, war,
Form: Rhyme
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 kind within all of me
I fought the ocean and the gigantic storms throwed at me
I never backed up a single inch, because I am born free
When the dirty pirates raided, I was the first one to fight
I tell you the truth, I killed a dozen that tragic night.
I am a sailor, a wanderer, a sailor born to be.
I have sailed mighty oceans, all the seven wide seas.
I am a raging fighter, bravery flowing in my veins
A restless tiger in this gallant heart, I am without shame
Whether it is pirate swords or hot muskets blazing away
I fight without reserve, as such is just my own courageous way
A penny for your thoughts, a single dollar for your last meal.
I am a sailor, a wanderer, a sailor born to be.
I have sailed mighty oceans, all the seven wide seas.
Robert J. Lindley, March 15th, 1979
Note.( A man without honor, is not a man at all.)
A quote from my father, I was 15 years old back when he said it.
Categories:
muskets, art, courage, father, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
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-pointed swords.
Red-glare rockets,
gold knightly spears,
squat-humped cannons;
trebuchets.
Muskets, pistols,
bayonet rifles,
spitting Maxims;
Tommy guns.
Gray battleships,
deep submarines,
articulated tanks;
V-ones, V-twos.
Experimental Zeppelins,
jet-fighter planes,
flying forts;
atomic bombs.
Poison gas,
Laser rays,
will it ever end;
the race?
Categories:
muskets, war,
Form: Free verse
A Star Shines in Alba’s Sky
Star shines above a frosty mountain where sheep in summer grazed,
Bright shining ones gathered in vast numbers to praise,
Snow fell to cover the granite rock and where heroes lay in the ground.
Murdered by those they gave a place round the fire hearth,
Raised a glass in toast to their health warming hearts and stomachs both,
In the dark of night up they arose creeping to lift their muskets long,
Ready tae betray hospitality freely given an murder those innocent souls.
In daurk winter nicht fled tae the hills towards the shepherd o the glen,
Rifles spat fire like lightning flash in a storm,
Swords flashed briefly under moonlichts bricht gaze.
Afore hiding behind passing clouds misty haze.
Oot oan the hills shivering in nichts cauld,
Dying amongst heathers embrace under a moons gaze,
Forgotten they lie brave warriors true an bold.
Stars shine down in a highland glen,
Oan Albas finest forsaken people all for a pittance,
What a price tae pay for being a little late.
Andrew McIntyre..28/12/2020.
Categories:
muskets, anger, angst, betrayal, snow,
Form: Rhyme
Promises sweet promises of the melancholy
Swaying too and fro back and forth aboard a rocking chair
In tandem and in tune to the rhythm of the wind blowing through the chimes
From the front porch looking out above the greenest
hedge and white picket fence
Waiting for the warning bell on the gate to sound the alarm
Danger , Danger trespassers approaching
They have breached the last line of defense
No longer can it be known or said
That a man's home is his castle
When not only does he have to defend his home and borders against foreign forces but is also dogged by the enemy within
So gather all the shell's and stockpile all the powder the muskets can muster and cover them in ink
Border up the window's and emblazon them with the slogan in capital letters that leaves no ambiguity
We won't be taken alive
If all we value and our way of life is to be lost and pulled from underneath us
Better then to fight and die by the sword if it be proven to be mightier than the pen
Than to live enslaved under hate metered out by ignorance
and violence
Categories:
muskets, child,
Form: Free verse
We invented the spear, and the mammoths were dead.
Then our flintlocks and muskets filled bison with dread.
Next came chainsaws and oil:
planting bones in the soil.
What new wonders I wonder will spring from our head?
Categories:
muskets, animal, humanity, humorous, irony,
Form: Limerick
The Boat
In the harbor there is a galleon you can buy dinner on.
They sing shanty songs and talk to wild mermaids until sunset.
Then all, are quiet,
as we watch the brightness together,
touch the water in the distance…
sizzling, in silence, melting into liquid gold on the sea.
Then, ever so slowly…gone.
The music continues. The laughter grows. This is a good time.
The flag is hoisted, the bells ring, pirates have come aboard.
The gallant crew defend, the intruders are put back.
The skull is tossed into the water… the watery depths they embrace.
The cheers, tell all. The show was grand indeed.
Cutlasses flashing, muskets afire, all the players in their dressed attire.
Home ward we set the sail, a pleasant trip it was…
Adventure, wild on the high seas, for a small price.
Thankfully, only a play, as not to say…
They were not fierce indeed.
Categories:
muskets, adventure, america, freedom, good
Form: Free verse
Ohio slips in and out of suburban gardens
shedding grey skins,
until
native red and green feathers
crash out of soil and sky.
Climatic airs stamp on thunderclouds.
Painted for war, it leaks blood onto old muskets.
Tomahawks clash above Walmart shoppers.
In the sparse woods, it smokes,
and it does not give a damn
for nicotine gum.
Categories:
muskets, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
Final days
Rocks they threw and stabbed with sticks
Fought and died for a piece of land
Arrows flew and spears too
At the very dawn of man
Cannons roared and muskets flashed
A sword in every hand
Fighting for the god of war
The medieval man
Rattling bullets grenades explode
Dying where they stand
Saying mass in poison gas
The birth of modern man
Total destruction fiery graves
The earth turned into sand
Fingers poised atomic noise
The final days of man
Categories:
muskets, war,
Form: I do not know?
Fields that echoed with the muskets' rattle;
Blood of Yanks and Rebs spilt in dire battle;
Now serene with murmurs of restless ghosts,
Of men who died among the frenzied hosts!
Are those the sighs of souls heard with each breeze,
As winds stir dancing leaves of ancient trees?
Do winter winds shrieking 'bout Round Top Hill,
Recall screams of men, their fate to fulfill?
Heard are moans of dying men, laurels won,
Or is it groans of pine boles 'neath sere sun?
Lincoln's speech yet echoes to honor they,
No matter the hue of cloth worn that day!
Should phantoms yet ask if they died in vain?
"Nay! Nay! Due to you this land rose again!"
Entry for Mark Massey's "War Sonnet" Contest
(6 January 2019)
Categories:
muskets, america, history, war,
Form: Sonnet
Backyard Army
When brooms become muskets,
Mops sabers wild.
When pots become helmets,
It's fun for a child.
Round Momma's roses,
They march their brigade
They trample her tulips,
In a mad escapade.
Thump, thump, thump,
Goes the little toy drum.
Oh hear the bugle,
And the military hum.
When the boys have grown taller,
When we call them men.
Will they dream of the battle,
As they did then?
When they marched round the roses.
A glad little gang.
With their little toy rifles,
They yell Bang, bang.
Categories:
muskets, child, war, youth,
Form: Rhyme
Someone Who You Knew
Suppose someone died who you knew;
A son, daughter or person related to;
Others may blame,
Regardless of name,
And how should any of this affect you?
Article 2 of Constitution was created in 1776.
You had muskets and cannon balls then. The
only weapons available to other than the military
and police should only be muskets and flint locks
that are pistols and rifles. Can you imagine someone
coming to school shooting children with a musket.
One other simple thing. Take away all of the ammunition.
Weapons are useless without it right. The only thing
you should be able to shoot of are words out of your
mouth. Congress and Trump are doing a great job at
doing that.
Jim Horn
Categories:
muskets, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Reading About Bleeding
Was watching TV and saw people stampeding,
And on you by others, they had been bleeding;
They did suffer so;
More than we know;
Changes in all weapons laws we are needing.
Amendment regarding weapons was made
in the 1700's. Fine. People had crossed muskets
hanging over the fire place. You were authorized
a rifle musket and a pistol musket with powder
and 20 balls. Those weapons were all that they
needed. That is all we need now. It would be a
true art and skill to maintain your efficiency with
such weapons. The only thing automatic allowed
should be members of congress flipping their lids
and flipping their flint locks.
James Horn
Categories:
muskets, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
I fly through the trees, my eyes fixed on a cup
of water
That drifts
between Heaven & Hell, since
smiling drugstores sell ice
cream for
cancer, until midnight captures
stars reflecting
The Carny's bark of deliverance, while
mice sleep for
centuries, as
Wagons circle around junipers, parched jasmine
lays
forgotten until
reports of muskets shake power, absent 'till gold
surrenders to floating
Shards of glass, speaking mystical tongues from
mouths of
Mustangs trampling
religion that heralds Cathedrals of Angels-
voices, my Grandfather promised
tomorrow
voices,
my Grandfather
promised
tomorrow
Categories:
muskets, assonance, surreal,
Form: Imagism
million miles across the room
you sing your insect chants
your contours blurred
like ocean cathedrals
and our love is like a missile
and muskets
cheers to the dark and the endless
'cause someday we'll live, I promise
far away from this mass dementia,
macabre spectacle,
manufactured beasts
and fabricated lies
at the bottom of the seafloor
in our own shell house
in Mariana Trench
but for the moment
no one's driving this burning car
out of consciousness
Categories:
muskets, imagery, ocean, surreal,
Form: Free verse
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