Best Dragoons Poems

Scraping the valley floor leaping skyward                   ...

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THE POET’S PANEGYRIC

“There’s someone I knew with talent unleashed
and a heart that had for so many relentlessly reached
This poet sought inspiration from the living and...

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Five miles of neatly spaced suckered palm planted 
Bustling promenade,
Not withstanding a provincial cafe-culture 
Of restaurants and exciting little bars,
Enhance upon regal elegance of the...

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A lad is stopped by roving cops, who shoot in disregard.

His face is black, he’s on his back, a breeze is breathing hard,

he bleeds and...

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By Robert J (Bob) Moore © 2016

I am a British soldier, been a soldier all my life
and back home in England, I left 2 kids...

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From Valhalla’s fortress of spears and shields,	
Valkyrie riders make their daily runs…
Crossing Bifrost to Midgard’s battlefields,		
Harvesting warriors till Ragnorak comes.

Flying from Valhalla on their war...

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     The Mockingbird sings out his misleading best,
  
     in hopes to attract a dupe with...

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Made in Neonazia

Life wrote you and I this poem on a sunny day of watching
penguin’s colonies bathing on the beaches near Cape Town 
A splendid...

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Mikey is an Invictus man, 
Gets many medals in archery, 
Sporty and keen he continues,
From his previous Army career. 

In the Queens Dragoons Guards, 
Whilst...

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And when the sky turned light and rosy
All started fussy fast and noisy,
Line by the line had shown.
Our colonel’s born as dashing fellow,
Tsar’s servant; dad...

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We shall plunder your ship 
an old ship of our line.
Dare you fight
This, Ninty-pounder might.

On your trail were
our sloops alright.
Ahoy says my lieutenant.
We have you...

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You help me with your gun

Your mind had been casted strong
with an iron reinforcement of wrong
guileful tied my life to your machines 
and you help...

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Enslaved no more, I ran to him; lovingly we embraced
     His arms around me, I knew my feelings were not misplaced
We...

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...The sharp-shooters opened on him first,
Cutting down fifteen of his dragoons,
Tartleton ordered a grand charged,
with his infantry now on the move.

The sharp-shooters fired and fell...

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was not of folly, but of choice,
for saccharine safety on the higher ground
inside the wall
would cloy his sulpherous soul
and beating down his moble sacrifice
install a...

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