Bayonet Poems - Poems about Bayonet

Pikes held high, Flags fill the sky, Drummer boys sound the beat, Musket men are on their feet. White smoke swirls, ram down the ball really hard, Pour in the gunpowder to make the charge. Front rank kneel, back rank stand and take your aim, On command back rank fire, then swop over with the front rank to add their shoots to...

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Wilfred Gibson 'BAYONET ' __ ____ ____=================^------- ( _______ _ _ #) (__(...

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Long bayonet, blood channel Breaks suction to pull loose After the thrust and twist so it is Quickly ready for its next use. Lovingly polished, honed and whet Of finest steel, Sheffield made A thing of beauty This thirsty blade. Seeming to quiver in the hand As though anticipating his thrill As he patiently waits for The chance of his next kill. Clothed all in...

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crowded poppy field cover the trenches red crowns hide bone meal and sculls abundance disfigures the pain and yet Field Marshall and Tambourine Major demand endless encores as if another take would enhance the applause while puppets on war strings scatter engraved on tombstones and grief devastated and soulless march on and paint the white flag with blood because innocence is not for...

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On a battlefield so far away, those marching soldiers never play, all scanning the horizon, a target in question, freedom defender, with their rifle, bayonet, combat boots....

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