Short Artillery Poems
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Mrs. Margaret 'Molly' Corbin:
A true Revolutionary War heroine.
When her husband in battle fell dead,
Though wounded, she fired his cannon instead.
A battalion of feeling,
a dead soldiers thoughts
A war of contrition,
last battle not fought
Distant artillery,
final shot from within
Its smoke covering over
—the most original sin
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Sugar-coated tongue sway the sea,
Like lilacs and roses allure the spree.
Barbs dim one's worth, leaving scars to accrue,
Stripping away dignity, leaving only rue.
Choose thy verbal artillery with grace,
For they hold the power to create or erase.
Until strife became the rule
You fled your World
Was it easy to break away
in your ward of questioners
Nobody seemed to care
This tag of war
I've seen your artillery
why cant you understand
Im leaving the World of detractors
In the morning
open your eyes
Snowbright
keep a secret
tell us no lies
911 sho nuff was no fun and all our guns and artillery they say..it won't stop me.oh this freedom thing is something else..oh shucks let's stop by starbucks and you just keep stopping by mickey dees and burger king and wash that down at baskin and robbins wit yo favorite ice cream but remember..this freedom thing ain't easy as it seems.
"Minefield"
My mind's a minefield.
To traverse it and make it out in one piece is a victory I'm trying to avoid.
Let me load my paint gun with more colour.
Reloading artillery now.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)
(1)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=alobicscTjY
(2)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_DPF4bi29-Q
artillery spent
battery chickens rising
the avian spring
...and now for something completely different,
this eighteenth day of May, in the year,
two thousand and twenty.
*battery - cage used for animal production
*artillery - rows and columns of batteries connected in a unit
Sun-kissed City,
named the American Riviera,
a princess wearing a cape of mediterranean climate,
a pacific pearl,
now
a hostage
to the mountain's plunder,
the backdrop of fire ravaged hills,
where the prayers of the locals
hold the debris flow intact
until
the next rain
could again
lead a death artillery of boulder
down into it's path.
Bravery is the belligerent voice of raw courage
Roaring inside the soul of the modern warriors
Allegiance sworn before engaging in fierce battle
Vindictive is the blasting sound of mobile artillery
Element and tactic of an effective military strategy
Remarkable spirit reveling in shouts of triumph
Youthful hands raise the flag over the burnt hill
the morning breeze barely stirs the smoke
from last night's blasts and fire
from the artillery,
smoke sluggish with the suffocating stench
of gunpowder, burnt wood and
pulverized masonry,
yet, in this battered building, in an ugly crack,
is a lovely nest rebuilt by one
now joyfully chirping.
1.
The cold touch of steel masonry
it's violent barrage of iron shell
and the crashing thunder with raining shrapnel
2.
The rain, the mud, and bloody terrain
swiftly it crashes through the enemy lines
with it, a swarm of bayonets and steel helmets
3.
Piles of broken bone and empty artillery
raging inferno's and gray smog
bloody bodies and a white flag
Question:
What is more dangerous than
private citizens
owning high powered artillery weapons,
which unfortunately do kill the occasional innocents?
*
Answer:
Not possessing such weapons
for our own protection
against a corrupt president
who can overthrow our nation,
which by the way has been happening
since 9/11,
but everyone is too brainwashed to research the evidence.
A Big Thanks to General
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Explosive
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Shards
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buRsting
tApered
Projectile
spliNtered
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Sunshine Williams
Apprehension
acquiesces
to utter terror.
Defense mechanisms
engage.
Denial drips
from my pores.
Uncharted territory
shakes my
synapses.
Familiar armor
shunned,
I stand at the ready
with a new-found
arsenal.
Rounds of confidence
and shells of
self-worth
are the artillery needed
to face the looming battle
and retain proper
station while
parenting a teenager.
Artillery shells explode outside my door,
hush, get on the floor.
Soldiers are murdering people on my street,
hush till they retreat.
Traumatized children are forbidden to cry,
hush, or we'll all die.
Russia turned Ukraine into a killing zone,
hush, we're not alone.
Artillery shells explode outside my door
as they've done before;
hush, we are at war.
You Can’t Have This
I see the game being played here.
I’ve figured out what you are after.
You’ve bought the heavy artillery
to the battlefield hoping to
steal it from me.
But devil, you can’t have this, so
keep your hands off!
I’m sick of you and your game.
I will maintain possession of what’s
mines, with my God-given authority,
in the name of Jesus Christ!
Battalion column coup de grace;
It’s what was planned, but didn’t work that way.
We’ve bled all our embarrassments
At bayonet point and now must cede the day.
God damn the blasted cavalry;
They’ve left this muddy field a bloody pool.
All hell for the artillery;
I’d like to face one gunner in a duel.
It’s over, done and finished with.
The very best withdraw in disarray.
La Garde reculé.
World's troubles reflected in a dark sky
Days and nights now blurred fears quantify
My ears pick up artillery in war cry
Depression rolls in I try to deny
All my thoughts grow befuddled I belie
Tears held in so many puddles I cry
Emotions all muddled up in deep sighs
My eyes hollow my heart beats amplify
On divine intervention I rely!
2.11.22
Contest Name: Monomixorhyme
Sponsor: Hilo Poet
The future will never wait
So I figure lets channel the surplus now
While there's salt in the flesh
And juices run through veins
In the main feed of life
Waste no time to get it right
Keep crafting like serpent's artillery
Charge off like bandits in the night
Blazoned with the candle of love
Strike me through wanton abyss
Blissful on God's endless pyre
Inspire the sparks of romance
On this love emboldened
I am a bright red poppy grown in gardens near and far.
A Remembrance flower to honor our fallen, nothing to mar.
On the western front, in the first world war.
Bright red poppies like me were the first flowers soldiers saw.
Flowers growing on a battlefield really did astound.
We grew there because artillery fire broke up the ground.
Now I am worn on Remembrance Day, each and every year.
As humans wait in hopes that world peace will soon be here.
what is this difference that I feel
this fire and energy
from the very first moment
this instant chemistry
are you using the heavy artillery?
I don't think it's needed
if this is you au natural
you're sweeping me off my feet
just the electrical spark
that I've been looking for
infused right from the start
as you reopen that door
your words are just like poetry
an arrow straight through to my heart
as one misses the opportunity
another takes it and runs
Upon the battlefield,
Blades clash, and arrow whiz,
Guns fire, and artillery booms,
War is here for eternity.
Never changing, we fight our bloody wars,
Like medieval times, we fight still,
All that has changed is the weaponry,
We still kill one another given the chance.
As a general once said,
‘War is just another form of diplomacy.’
War in eternity, not even gone when we reach the stars,
Spaceships with guns,
To fire upon hostile aliens.
War is here to stay.
War is like a battle of serpents
evil slithering from all directions
Poison comes from their fangs
in the form of bombs and artillery
The snakes surround and strangle
like tanks in the middle of the night
But can you see them, smell them
as they cause death and destruction
Multi-colored and camouflaged
they seek to kill and maim
So let me take this sword and dagger
and cut off the two headed snakes
Let them bleed out
so freedom can reign