Best Death Or Glory Poems

(for Virginia Woolf)

She wanted to buy some flowers but drowned Herself instead,
drifting along the ebbing flow of time, with warm
water cracking Her slim figure and...

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1914-18 War.

Just another small cog
In a huge machine
Working together
Aimed at some foreign foe
To give a bloody mortal blow
And end a wave of ternary
Spreading across Europe
Over...

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BLACK,RED and GOLD

Location---SOMEWHERE IN KÖNIGSBERG 1945 APRIL 9
Scene---A Dying German Agent/A Soldier`s thoughts/reflections just before death 

On this periphery of life
Let blue jeans of my...

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On act two, my handkerchief dropped down on
my weakening feet, escaping the wipe of tears
from my sullen lids:  by this time children
too young to...

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Long lines of vapour split blue skies asunder
Fly vengeful raptors, one thousand in number
Headlong they go, to brave death or glory
Stratosphere flight, part of war's...

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Come drink with me this moment,
let"s raise our vessels high
and toast tomorrows victory,
celebrate who will die.
For come the morning sun
we shall stand with sword and...

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THE STARGAZER'S RIDE
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Ever wonder
Who paints the skies?
Who bares his soul to the world
On his pallet of crystal blue?

Perhaps a warrior,
Borne on wings of steel,
Carves into the heavens...

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Fire travailing and traveling
Lies basking behind
Sorrows burrowing my bones
Empitiness dueling sleeplessness
Vain expectations looming
Kith and kins nagging
Heaven's gate silence
Prayers turn thorns
Tide and time tumbling
Girls gnashing
Money...

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The turbid clouds hover mountains
of fluttering maples,spruces and pines
while I am crossing those bridges of wonder,
adjoined by sturdy steel cables
that even an impetuous wind couldn't...

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I might have died with my eyes open wide.
Please ! close them so my misery could hide.
Give me a bath in rose water.
Make my grave...

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My last foray into this arena
Had me living memories, not wished to share
Here I go again, another visit
Into the elderly homes, we wish not

A sunny...

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My last foray into this arena
Had me living memories not wished to share
Here I am again, another visit
Into the elderly homes we wish not

A sunny...

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Oh! Passchendaele your story has been told
Of endless mud they trudged where their life was sold
Thousands left the safety of their trench lines
And disappeared into...

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Three times the Master spoke
and three times the capstan broke.
Decks awash with briny spume,
the storm raged in the gathering gloom.
'Pull in that spar or else...

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