Best March On Poems
O,Giants
Send the opposisiton
to a blistering defeat
Let your halfback and
fullback
each gain 100 yards rushing
O, Giants
Let the QB send
the opposisiton to a blistering defeat
This game will be yours
If you run
with all your hearts
O, Giants
Let the crowd cheer or boo
Your chances are good this year
Fight on, Fight on,Giants - Fight on!
The Ladies March on Washington,
I think is really great!
I only wish I could have been there
in help setting the record straight.
I know you got your points across
LGBTQ Rights
Women's Rights
Immigration and more...
that let him really know
who's Boss.
Tell him to mind his P's and Q's,
for without, this country can't
get its just dues.
Yes, let every woman stand and say,
You, Mister President can't just have your way.
Us Ladies are here to keep you lined,
For without us, there's be no men's line.
So, Mister President
R e s p e c t Us,
Don't R e j e c t Us.
This Country is Great because you see
God made us a part of thee
So, check your word from now on and give
us gals the New Reform R e s p e c t.
We Demand it, we command it,
and you should understand it.
R E S P E C T!
The ides of March are upon us,
With spring to follow closely in step.
As we begin to welcome St. Patty,
And all those Easter eggs lie ready to prep.
Seen and heard is the madness of basketball,
Collegiate craziness to never end.
As the hoops are tallied to an adding machine,
While would be champions begin to spend.
A renewed beginning is nature's way,
That brings some warmth to open eyes.
As daylight savings slowly unveils,
and longer days lead to nights demise.
Fresh upon this cycle of growth,
The lengthy passage yields few rules.
Only to follow a path moving forward,
Eventually to end...with April fools.
Fight to the death
From sword to fiery ash, from honor to tale engraved stone
That they did until their final breath
Oh, the places that they'd roam
From soul to eternity in the abyss, from the crack of every bone to the life they had always known
And the tasks they'd undergo
To finally find that place called home
Listen, to the tale that their loss would bestow
From glory to the shadows, from the bash of every shield
To the meaning that they yield
From victory to loss, from their deaths to the banner waving in the breeze
To their burning corpses consecrating this bloody battlefield
Still to this day if you listen to the wind you can hear them cry in agony as the drum roll beats echoing beyond the trees.
trees statuesque
flowers icily still-
March on standby
Brian Strand 28 Feb
There are many evils all about,
most within a few without.
Things unseen,
unknown,
unkind,
not ever thought of in your mind.
When glanced upon with lifefull eyes,
virgins freeze has if surprised.
Soldiers we just march on by,
for remnants of the others.
We are the takers from the mothers,
we take the lives that they live for,
steal their prayers,
their hopes and more.
We erase from the world what seems they give,
has all things die they wish could live.
War is fought for what is right,
all other things are terror.
And in your heart in the dark you know,
what's right to do and when to go.
And bring to GOD what he deems just,
without a question why.
Soldiers we just march on by...
Simplicity rides,
Reflections whisper welcomes,
New terrains to voyage through,
Melted meadows chant
To the beat of hasty streams,
Beams of light dazzle the way.
By: Sabina Nicole
Written: 2-26-12
Contest:A Lil' Bit of Aus
March on my mighty hoopers march on indeed.
March right on the court with heads held high.
March on my mighty hoopers march on through the night.
March on my mighty hoopers stomp those Eagles with all your might.
March my mighty hoopers march on with heads held high.
March my mighty hoopers march on over the mountains till the break of dawn.
March on my mighty hoopers
March on my league champions
Satan liar get out of here
Out my surrounding, stop talkin to ME
God loves us truly, loves ME
Yours it’s of doubt, my Father Has promises
Yours’s is of worry, My Father Has peace affirmations
Yours of anxiety my Father’s calm and rests instills
In times of crisis
God’s got me while I am awaken or asleep I’m in praise
And dances
March On
I am a soldier
As I march on
March On
I am standing ever so strong as I
March On, March On
Git off
Step off Satan
No more lies
Only “truths” here
You don’t matter, you’re already defeated
I am a soldier
As I march on
March On
I am standing ever so strong as I
March On, March On
My eyes, my soul, my heart, are all on (belong) to my Lord, Jesus Christ
Standing on Holy Grounds
Not making a sound
All I’m doing here bear footed
Marching on in the Army of God
I ain’t got no fearful heart
Cause it’s in whom God I trust
And Jesus never, ever gonna leave me
I’m in His army now
Hallelujah
I’m marching on March on anyhow
I ain’t got no fearful heart
I’m in the Army of God
And I’m gonna March, March on
8/20/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
M-arch on to your victory,
E-nemy of true faith fails;
L-oser of the battlefield
I-s gone as your poise prevails.
S-tep on to your victory,
S-uccessful form is shown;
A-bound in total trust, as your hope has grown.
R-hythmic stride is seen,
O-nce you move forward;
S-alvation is in store,
E-ternal life is your reward.
N-ever ever turn away,
D-rawing back annoys the Almighty;
O-n the thirteenth of September, march on to your victory.
All this talk of greenhouse gas,
It seems to be just a new form of tax.
In a world where greed rains down,
We live under an umbrella of oppresion.
Lets teach these politicians a lesson.
Throw your fists in the air and shout because it matters.
YES! WE CARE!
Nobody wants to admit they are wrong,
but together as one we are strong.
So lets march on number 10 to tell them the masses are here to make one thing clear.
"Were sick of working to give it to you as tax,
now you've wasted it you think you can sit back and relax."
WELL YOUR WRONG!
You've destroyed this country with your greed and hypocrisy.
What makes you think you can go abroad and instill democracy.
Your power should enable you to do good,
Not be the ambassador who sits back and lets blood fall while you cower behind your wall.
IT MAKES ME SICK!
With a life of hurt I MARCH ON.
With good times and bad I MARCH ON.
The battles I have lost I MARCH ON.
Wanting to give up I MARCH ON.
Given all I have to give I MARCH ON.
My body torn by unhappiness I MARCH ON.
When I am at my limit I MARCH ON.
I WILL FIGHT UNTIL THE END AND I WILL MARCH ON.
Once a week, rain or shine.
School assembly marching time,
Shoulders back, tall or proud,
Marching music, totally loud.
Gather round, all ye poets
and hear my plea
For by myself, I'm just a 'wannabe'
I need you here, together with me
Our sensitive hearts cannot bear much more
We're weary of endless culture wars
Our Muses are facing poetic starvation
Midst all this politicized aggravation
What I propose might seem a wee bit weird
But you are here, you've all volunteered
Every man among us, let him show no fear --
To shave off his head hair, and half of his beard
Ladies do the same, except for the beard
That means all that lovely hair, completely sheared
Then we march on the White House, like mystical monks
~ Peace and Joy to the orange hair in Donald J's trunks
I am a Christian in God's Army
And I narci March on
March on
March on
I am a soldier I am a soldier
a holy Warrior And I march on I march on
March on
March on
And in this Army they'll be no pity
For those sins for the Angelic demons that try to prosper Over me
Over me
I am armed with the faith of Shield
And the Guides of righteousness It will be real
I am a soldier in a Christian Army
I'm in God's Army and I
March on
I march on
I march on
And I battle Angelic demons
Satan and your hordes get thee behind me
For I am a warrior of the Lord
1/3/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021