Best Escort Poems

Patriot Guard funeral Escort
Loch David Crane
August, 2008

Today is sunny: with three dozen bikes,
some decorated cars,  a pair of trikes,
two dozen Marines: all of the family
and toddlers to set their Daddy free
into the Great Beyond beyond the sky
where loved ones send their veterans who die.
Below our feet the stones give way to grass
where they are...

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Please don't cry baby
I know you're frighten
I know you're hungry
I know you're painful
I know you want something
I know you're asking for help
I know you want to follow
I know you want my company or escort
Oh, please don't cry baby 
You'll  have a lot of chances to cry 
When you grow up
When you're sad you cry
When...

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Days are long and nights are short.
To last through time I will need an escort.
But yesterday I heard the news
my escort is gone, to heaven he flew.

I saw the feathers from his wings fell
in the lonely nights did time love to dwell.
Even so, I still need him nevertheless 
though I know he's there, giving me...

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J-ust let the twilight pass; 
H-aze and mist fade away; 
U-nderneath the blue sky, 
N-ew dawn meets the day.

M-orn nineteenth February
I-s setting Sunday aright; 
L-et the sunlight rise, 
A-fter the long cold night.
N-ow that your daughter has finished primary education; 
O-pen your arms to be an escort in graduation....

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donot  pluck those smiling flowers 
and  place them
upon this mortal self when 
darkness engulfs me.
Put me back in Her bosom
with a reminder that LORD 
be with me in my voyage to 
the other world....

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why did this have to be me
(my life)
a perfect mother by day
but an escort by night
i live in the biggest home
have the best cars
and i wear the prettiest clothes....
but only because my mother
(is a hoe)
different men....
more then one in a night
she says she doesnt have sex
(with all of them)
but sex is not why i cry
sex...

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Escort Trump Out Horn Limerick

Off of earth Trump should be escorted
Diligent workers he had them deported
Left everyone behind greatly and neatly
After kissing loving mother so sweetly
Who actually Donald had him aborted.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

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ESCORT TO HEAVEN

The angels all had gathered for it was time again
To escort into heaven another godly man.
They stood there at attention as they had done before
To welcome yet another to this bright golden shore.
Two angels marched between them, one named Death led the way
With his black robe and sickle ready to take his prey.
The...

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The Foxy Escort With Her Date


He drank his wine, 

savoring it just fine.

His spirits a lift

now he opened his gift

Out jumped a foxy dame

ready for his game

Are you ready for bondage

my little young hostage

Ties and whips

Hot wax and clips

Her young face turned red

not knowing what was ahead

Escort service said it was dinner,

not be a hoar...

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The dark escort by a bloodied wound is called
Fire whipped islands, to salted bays.
Persons meek and willow
Tuft grass, oils, cherry wood frames.
Coin palmed nigh,
Mouth sewn and foot of the shadow, stalking
Aside the champagne roadside.

Various birds, minnows, bear cub hunters.
Smoking chimney stack, swirling symbol:
Revival, continuance, gluttonous soups.
The fairy tales of our collective youth
Sounds that clamber
Venomous troops...

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Most of us taught to ignore the things
We're born to be then go & cave in to conformity
Because no one can win against war machines
It all blows in the wind like a hoard of leaves
While those at the top that hold the keys 
That won't release the Golden gese
We sit here distraught or close to...

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Escort Us To a Tortoise

While I was riding around on a tortoise,
Had suffered from case of rigor mortis;
Thought  was best;
Was hard to digest;
We named first child Unum E. Pluribus.

Jim Horn 

PS. 

Dug own grave with hands being shortest....

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it's true, I just don't have what it takes to belong
  to your so-called circles of sociable elite,
    who give a lot of fuss about what's right or wrong
      in my pedigree, in how I laugh, how I eat;


seems in your grand parties, I don't exist...

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Flashes of light 
Seems to catch my gaze
Lost in delight 
I begin to sway

Sun shines brightly,
Walking on a frosted road
Don't say I might be alone
The sky will escort me home

A great vision I had
Little I know life will be hard 
So hard that it made me bald
For a century my voice could not be heard

White...

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