Best Marches Poems

Eye catching patterns in colourful squares 
Were carefully stitched by gifted old hands

Commissioned for years to sew her fine quilts,
Her quilting designs were sought through the lands

Each blanket exquisite and full of old charm
All labours of love made at home on her farm

But time marches...

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Time marches on
Change is coming

Clinging to Mom's bosom
First steps
Skinned Knees
First bike ride
School
First kiss
First date
Wedding
First child
Babies
Family
Life

Time marches on
Change is coming

Silver hair
Crow's feet
Wedding
First grandchild
Clinging to Grandma's bosom
Babysitting 
babies
Family
Life

Time marches on
Change is coming

Wedding
First great grandchild
Babies
Family
Aches 
Pains
First cane
First walker
Decline
Hospitals
Hospice

Time marches on
Change has come

Clinging to Christ's bosom
New mind
New body
No worries
First...

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Time marches on

Vs 1
I tried to escape the truth...
Tried to fight the fleeing- strength of my youth
Never thought I would succumb...
To the incessant, beating of the drum

Bridge
The rug was pulled out from under my feet
but, I'll keep on dancing 'til there's no more beat
Shook the...

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Time Marches On

Time marches on,
but things can change.
The flow of life is the same,
but we can spin away.

Find a place to abide;
a life to call your own.
Find a way to live;
a way to feel alive.

All the road blocks,
will guide your way.
Till you are strong enough,
to...

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Death March, The Death March,
One Two, One Two
Forgotten in feilds, 
We are the Jews

Death March, The Death March,
It's what we do
'Till we drops to the ground,
Our bodies thrown askew

Death March, The Death March,
One Two, One Two
The way our feet hit the ground
Our minds run through

Death...

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The armor of the lord is never heavy on my back. 
The fight is not just one that's fought against the flesh and blood.
For I am armed with all his righteousness against attack.
Light will overcome the darkness as we march on through the mud.

One can...

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Long marches home
through the rain,
through the rain,
through the rain...

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Time Marches On

I don’t make too much noise
As I sit quietly in my chair
If I am quiet long enough
They might forget I am even there

It wasn’t always like this for me
I was young and pretty one time
Ah yes, back in those wondrous days
When youthful time...

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Original Poem


whose face is looking back at me
is it my countenance that I see
mirror cracked with age

reminder of what used to be
the visage now the fates decree
life, another page


Last Line Poem


Life, another page
Today becomes tomorrow
We hardly notice
Until more yesterdays seen
Than tomorrow’s sunrises

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"History doesn't repeat itself,
but it does rhyme"*
like the whine of swine
 all drunk on wine
this viscous valentine
vents turbid turpentine
volcanic tectonics
of violent landmines
such slovenly, serpentine,
slips of sand
              at end of time
as tears weeping
tsunamic...

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Her lover marches to her rhythm 

Her lover is a well used wind up toy to her game
That she uses to pleasure herself just the same
On days that he knocks on her door
She rises quickly and comes all over
So discrete, as he is a candlestick...

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Ground of Being,
Climate of All Becoming
horizon's here now moment 
when MotherEarth 
meets FatherSky

EcoSpirit bound solar fire heating air
warming crystal ice floating water
soaking absorbent soul of soil
rusting fractal minerals

decomposing eviL-ing flesh
regenerating Live-ing organic systems

open sets inform researching rhythms
percuss prehensile patterns
of octave colored sounds in songs
reconnecting mythic...

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The Linlithgow Marches


On the first Tuesday after
The second Thursday in June
A day steeped in history
Marches day in Lithca Toon

The royal charter granted
Back in thirteen eighty nine
Demands the border riding
To keep all the laws in line

When mustered at the town cross
pipes playing  ‘the roke and...

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As time marches on through the hall that is my heart, 
it meets locked doors
stumbles on and stops... 
no place to go
the light flickers as the candle burns bright 
the wick, my life - the light, my hope
I follow time down the darkened hall
and on...

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Time marches on but the story doesn't change.
Innocent lives being taken by a person whose deranged..
Last weekend in Pa. it was our state police, one is still
critical, and the other is now  deceased..
The unstable shooter is also now gone.
Will this ever stop? What keeps...

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