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John F McCullagh Dec 2011
We started out with Armistead
from the shelter of the trees.
A jackrabbit raced past to the rear,
no dumb bunny was he

The heat rose up to meet us
As we started up the rise-
The prospect of the copse of trees
Before us was the prize.

The flower of Virginia here
displayed upon Parade
We must have looked magnificent
Just before the cannonade

They piled on Double Cannister
and tore holes in our line
We staggered from the weight of shot
that fearful hissing whine..

Then enfilading fire came
From the Yanks behind stone walls
Just then post fences six feet high
briefly caused our charge to stall

Brave **** Gannett was unhorsed
Upon this very spot
Kemper, wounded mortally,
Was retrieved from shell and shot


We made it past the final fence
And up the grassy knoll
Defiant in the cannons mouth
"Turn those guns!" I'm told.

But at that very Moment
General Armistead was downed
The attack lost its momentum
Our wave crested on high ground..


The blue bellies yelled Fredericksburg
As the Crimson tide retraced
Half in Anger, Half in relief
that the challenge had been faced.


The hill before the copse of trees
Pocked with our dead and dying
While the remnants of Picketts men
Towards Longstreets line were filing


Matthew Brady took my photograph
before I was led away
My face a study in defiance
A true man of the gray.
Gettysburg, the third day. This is from the Confederate point of view.
Cate Jan 2015
There she  lies
Wide awake in this cellar of her  nightmares;
A prison army camp
Stamps it's boots across her
Charcoal heart;
It's remnants will be spread across
Many eras. Smudged mascara
And a sallow face
She will replace you
Because she was trained to.

Cem 420a 11015
I got into my space exploration vehicle.
(I got into my car)
I took off, and traveled on the intergallactic freeway.
(I drove down the street)
I was going to the lost planet.
(I was off to the drug store)
I took a few lefts at the asteroid belts.
(I turned)
I arrived at the lost planet, and landed safely.
(I parked)
The automatic entry opened.
(You know, those automatic doors)
The communication devices were greeting me.
(TV in drug stores)
I was searching for the mysterioous red and white cannister.
(I was there to buy a Budweiser)
I found it in the back, in a cold place, by the waffle demons.
(It was in the cooler by the ice cream cones)
I took it to the being, and we exchanged paper and metal.
(I paid)
I left, and got back into my spaceship.
(I got into the car)
I flew at light speed and altered my route to avoid the aliens who were also flying.
(I drove at the speed limit, and turned at the stop signs)
I arrived safely at my space station.
(I got home)
Thus has been
another of the continuing adventures
of Michigan Kongsaeng,
the great Nothing.
True Lyricist Oct 2014
Anarchy
Grows in my heart organically
I'm sky high
Don't apply to no gravity
Mid'flight dog fightin' with insanity
Crash to the floor
My eyes burning with clarity
Mind state retaliate eradicate depravity
Assassinate a character
Animate a passenger
Blind hate.
The scavenger
The ravager
Ravish all the challengers
And massacre the amateurs
Banish all the stragglers
Smack with em a cannister
**** sliding down the bannister
Pay my debts like my second name was Lannister
Vanish like a phantom of the avatar
The damager
The battler
The traveller
Unravel grammar to the patter of a tabor
Lavender growing in the gravel in the castle by the channel
Àŧùl Jul 2019
Come, Jenny, let us turn gardeners for life
And let us cultivate love in our garden,
Full & supple and steaming & pure.

Let us shatter the shackles of belief,
Hearts thump aloud if you will listen,
Come, Jenny, come let us unite as one...

Come, Jenny, hold this watering cannister,
Come help my hand already holding it,
It is very light that you would hold...

Filled with love for our kind of horticulture,
We hold it happily as our love will not end,
Yes, the one I just named Heart-i-Culture.

This will give us more happiness and love,
We shall be together through every trough,
Now our chaste love will blossom & bloom.
My HP Poem #1755
©Atul Kaushal
John Jun 2012
Iridescent green liquid
Dripping from a factory sealed cannister
Not for pregnant women or the faint of heart
Not for the ones who grip the stair bannister
Only for the fit and the strong
To help achieve maximum efficiency
Only for those whose legs are long
Enough to reach the stars from the ground they can only see

Caution
Warning
Attention
The flies are swarming
Your flesh is rotting
But your body keeps running

Touch it to your lips
And it'll grant you your best
Implanted from the laboratory
Take it all down and put yourself to the test
Nothing can stop you now
You're not running on empty anymore
Your stomach turns sour
But you're no longer a bore

Now you've got the means
Now you've got the scene
Now you've got the capacity
Now you can succeed

But only because of test tubes
And only because of beakers
Only because of brakers
Only because of white coats
Only because of med school
Only because of playing the part of the fool
Jonny Angel Jan 2014
Traveling through space
with her
while lying in bed
is magical, really
beyond description.

She took me to Venus,
but not before we circled
the globe twice,
slipped through
the Aurora Borealis
& landed on Mars.

Orion winked when
I filled her
cookie-jar cannister
full with an extra
load of rocket fuel.

Ground control
gave up on Major Tom,
'cause there's a new astronaut
on the block.
Just ask her.
Sitting on a boulder by the ocean suddenly I forget I'm so much older
espying a red bucket at the edge of the shore the wind begins to blow
Softly, as the first light of morning enters in, I recall the first glow    
of an open sea, and taking in the scent of ocean foam I begin to crave
  
The newborn sun that caped my frame as I dug deeper then my years
packing the sand between my M'd palms, I was lost in a moment of grace
Mother's rippling laughter and father's golden smile instinctively placed,  
that's what a child remembers in a palace made by God's own crave  

Wandering through my memories, I land on one that makes me smile
meeting my past  I empty the cannister of ashes into the sea then sigh
gently I let you go for I know,  "that living things eventually must die "
When I was a child I believed in everything and never question why

The sun shone in the morning and the moon shone only by night
I sat by the ocean and counted the stars until the morning light
Softly, as the first light of morning enters in, I recall the first glow  
of our life as one, how much U* loved, how much I loved U* so.
WISEPENNY Aug 2020
THEY PLAY THERE GAMES AND THEN THEY HIDE
ID IMAGINE A BETTER TEAM THERE WALKING INTO A LAND MIND

BUT OF DREAMS MORE PEOPLE REVIEWING THE SSCHEME
DREAMS BEAMS HOLISTIC REQUIKM

MAYBE SPELLED BAD WORD
TO WHOS "ATHOR ITY" SPELLING IS FREE YOU SHOULD HAVE STRUCURE AND FLOW MAYBE
A FORGOTTEN ("W OR T")

A SAND PAPER PILLOW
A CANNISTER OF SNAKES A PEEWEE TRICK
MASTER MIND DIPLOMA DERILECT

MAYBE THE WAY PEOPLE LIVE THERE LIVES WILL NEVER CHANGE
BUT SHOWING THEM THAT THEY FEEL LOVE AND BEING WANTED IS THE MOST SIGNIFICANT

EVEN "IF" GOD HAD TO LIE
PEOPLE SHOULDNT ASK WHY
WISEPENNY Jul 2020
GOD MAKES ME HAPPY
SEAMINGLY SO
HERE FOR WORK
JUST LOVE NOW YOU KNOW

THE FIGHT OF WHAT I DO
THE CANNISTER OPENED
THE WORMS ATE THE DRIVE THRU

COLLECTED MY BALLOONS SOULS FROM
OUTERSPACE
COLLECTING OF GIFTS
TYDED SPACE

THEY THOTH I FORGET
BUT NON THE LESS
CASUAL CONNECTIONS
HE KNEW HE WOULDNT QUIT "IT"
The communication coded by the register
Drawing tables by the rested cannister
The yesterdays that walked by the memoirs
That carried you through the troubles
That God throws at you
Stuck in reverse
You could forward
The poet's word is war
The time is trying
The lyrical poetess is meant for him
In his time of the hour
Where he's in subliminal solitude
Melancholy moving through the illusion of life
The love takes him back
So free and flying
Like a changed bird in the sky
The hope is the quick remedy that brings from the heart
The poison is in the lightly colored painted canvas
The scenic beauty is simply intoxicating
The life lead up to the lights at the crossroads
The journey jauntily lit with the streetlight so serene
The end is near
Hope you make the right recovery
The frenzy of the fallen life
The maiden seeks better treatment
Funny how you're keeping her away from
The pride of free lions

— The End —