Best Hussar Poems
Hour ago raised the morning sun
The eastern army outnumbers the hussars fifteen to one
The battle has began
Hussar horses with thousand thundering hooves begun their run
Eastern army cannons and muskets will discharge
As the hussars push forward in awe inspiring charge
Before the muskets and cannons can recharge
The front of the hussar left wing is at large
The lances pierce through musketeers like a storm
The hussar charge starts spread far apart then single column like a spear it will form
Into one group of two different colors two groups previously separated will transform
The hussar charge is deep in the musketeers’ ranks the each commander his king will inform
The sea of lances comes down like avalanche or volcanic rain
The furry of battle is insane
Impaled warriors sometimes six all at once cry in pain
How could things look so bad for musketeers at those odds is hard to explain
It is the horses of hussars that caused musketeer breakdown
The horses that were mixes of Mongolian blood with that of the once bread by the crown
Mesmerizing is the speed with which hussars their enemy have cut down
And despite of larger enemy force it is the musketeers that in the blood would drown
It is those magnificent horses that hussars have bred
It is the speed that enemy would come to dread
Some horses were chestnut almost red
Some were colored like a puzzle white patches yet black head
Some white and some black like the night
Like hybrid horses hybrid number defines sun’s morning light
Normal horizon is destiny of Gods that mage would incite
So with hybrid number as horizons just imagine power of its sun’s light
But that power is mind not the soul
And it is black stallion with visage as deep as the soul
Dark means deep and stallion is black as coal
He represents the deepest essence of free unbound soul
by Bob Moore © 2020
(keep the tune of Lilli Marlene in your mind)
I was born in England, 1942.
Dad was in the Army, and learning what to do
if Jerry the German should invade
he’d make them pay
chase them away.
my dad he was a tanker
an 8th Irish Hussar
On that cold winters morning
when I first saw the light
didn’t know the world was
in the middle of a fight
a fight for its freedom
and way of life
a world of fear
of war and strife
but we would go on fighting
until the very end
In ’46 the war was over
and my dad he came home
to be with his family
and never more to roam,
but six years later
he’d gone again
another war
of fear and flame
fighting in Korea
against another foe
He came home and decided
it was time for us to go
to leave the land where we were born
and find another home
so we went to Australia for peace, and sun
and here ten thousand miles from home
we would stop our roaming
our new life had begun.