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The Cannonball


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The whistle emits a screech as the cannonball rolls down the walk

Quickly it departs into the bluegrass, over the apologists that talk

Mowing down these straw men into the hay bales they deserve to be

While the memorable bass line plays, the girls dance around with glee

They dance around for shits and giggles, no more reason than that

Better than lying naked with the ass in the air, the chest pressed flat

Held prisoner by perverted inquisitors with eyes emitting rage

Suddenly comes the cannonball to turn it over to the next page

Call it Epicurius, call it Hume since the problem has been redefined

Flattened at first but the corpse rises since the human will is inclined

To take up superstition as our so-called rationalizations allow

And then impress them virally on everybody else somehow

Be it through the tool of witness or the tool that fires projectiles

And leaves heaps of statistics on the ground in tall, bloody piles

But Malthus's prediction about the future bombed, inventory refilled

Yet all innocents are hereby found guilty and then summarily killed

Since they followed the cannonball and became heathen breeders

Sardonically, they became the Abrahams of freethought seeders

Planting ideas based on the notions of logic, science and reason

It was time to cure this disorder over a perpetual sowing season

But the corpse reigns on a seat of lies, secrets and pedophilia

And the defenders of the faith have wantonly raped Cordelia

In the abstract and in the corporeal, both ways sanctioned by

A sadist who has the submissive altar server undo his fly

But, the cannonball and a million more of his metallic brothers

Break down those metaphysical Bastille walls, out come mothers,

Daughters, sons and fathers, all folks practicing in name only

No longer does hypocrisy bother them, no longer are they phony

There will come a day where disbelief shall utterly strike the roots

Even though the branches are being hacked at by a thousand coots

The Jeffersonian maxim enacted and all the righteous fight hard

This imagined cannonball, all these members carry the card

We the people, we the nonbelievers, are here to say our piece

Get the fuck away from here, and let us return to the prior peace

And the zombie wanders away to the desert, the dustbin of the mind

And the zombie stands alone and effervesces with the sands of time

The cannonball retraces the path to where the apologists were dashed

If offers them spiritual guidance based on reason, free of cost and cash

And this cannonball of wonder motions another time around that yellow star

We, this group called humankind, has finally evolved so very, very far

Away from the times where religion held us in shackles until our dying breath

Away from the times when statistics were measured in bodies with open jest

But the cannonball was fired at the right moment like a popping cork

Religion has met its rightful match, the cannonball is the serving fork

The nonbelievers bid you farewell, it was a game and it was so much fun

But the fork has been pressed into your chest, you are officially done!

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Profound write mathgeek...as usual.

 

I first read this a few days ago. Read it a couple times...then read it again today.

 

 

My first thought was about a shot that was heard around the world, the cannonball being various thoughts/doctrines/ideologies, many with an authoritarian stance. Then I thought of the cannonball as the earth itself, constantly revolving with history repeating itself over and over... with each round a few wake up.

 

I really liked these lines:

 

And the zombie wanders away to the desert, the dustbin of the mind

And the zombie stands alone and effervesces with the sands of time

 

The ending surprised me. I could feel the ball striking one in the chest, right in the heart.

 

Have you pondered changing the style to verse, with four to eight lines per stanza...every other line ending in the the rhyming word? Just me, but it might make it more easy to read to the eye. But then again, my eyes are getting old. hehehe

 

*thumbsup*

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Thank you, jch...

 

I was inspired to write this by a video featuring Kim Deal of the Pixies back when she was part of a band called The Breeders. I saw an actual cannonball rolling into the grass and then I just ran with the idea.

 

I agree with you on my overdependence on rhyme scheme, but it is helps me anchor the rhythm. But, after Hicks' was published, I figure I may have the ability to pen free verse if I just let my mind run with it. I agree, may it is time for me to expand my range.

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Thank you, jch...

 

I was inspired to write this by a video featuring Kim Deal of the Pixies back when she was part of a band called The Breeders. I saw an actual cannonball rolling into the grass and then I just ran with the idea.

 

I agree with you on my overdependence on rhyme scheme, but it is helps me anchor the rhythm. But, after Hicks' was published, I figure I may have the ability to pen free verse if I just let my mind run with it. I agree, may it is time for me to expand my range.

 

Well, dangit. Sometimes I despise this computer at work. I had a nicely composted response....and poof...the sucker disappears. grrrr.... I'll try again.... hmmm....

 

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Do you really think you are over dependent on the rhyme scheme? Sometimes I rhyme and sometimes I don't, and when I do....mine isn't real consistent. I enjoy a good rhyme scheme.

 

What I meant in my previous post was to perhaps break the lines at the rhythm breaks so as to possibly make the piece more inviting to the eye. But then it could just be my old eyes. :wink:

 

I have told myself over and over that I am going to learn about and try to write different forms. The only form I have written, other than free, is acrostic. And anybody can do that. :D

 

I did google 'cannonball' when I read your poem and saw The Breeders links; but I didn't take time to research any further. I learn quite a bit on forums reading poetry. If I don't understand something, the holy and almight google is called upon. :)

 

All that being said, "Run baby run!!!" :P:D

 

Cheers,

~carol

 

ps: Jch are my first 3 initials; nothing to do with the big man. It never really stuck out to me, until you addressed me as jch. hehehe I thought, "hmmm...that looks like jesus christ holy piper." :lol: Judy Carol Hamby is my maiden name; Judith Piper is my pen name. But hey, maybe...just maybe....me and the big guy are related, since we share the same initials. ;) Yah...I still hope; imo, ain't nothing wrong with hope. *thumbsup*

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