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"cannister" poems
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.
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Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 8:56 PM UTC
Pickett's Charge
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.
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Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 12:59 PM UTC
An Adventure With Michigan Kongsaeng
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.
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Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 5:34 PM UTC
Heart-i-Culture
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
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC
Anarchy
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
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Jun 27, 2012
Jun 27, 2012 at 2:14 PM UTC
Success in a Can (Warning: Radioactive)
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.
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Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
Traveling Through Space with Her
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
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 4:19 AM UTC
cannister conversations