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 on and her eyes had grown tired
And at ninety four years she is now long retired
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 steps
Reunion
Family
Life
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 foundations of all I believe,
but I'll do my best 'til I get my relief.
Chorus
Time marches on without me (without me)
Seconds and minutes surround me (surround me)
I'll leave without a sound-
buried underground....
Remember me
Verse 2
The bubble had to burst...
Couldn't hold it-now, I'm bracing for the worst
The candle flickers out...
There is nothing left- you'll have to do without
Bridge
The rug was pulled out from under my feet
but, I'll keep on dancing 'til there's no more beat
Shook the foundations of all I believe,
but I'll do my best 'til I get my relief.
Chorus
Time marches on without me (without me)
Seconds and minutes surround me (surround me)
I'll leave without a sound-
buried underground....
Remember me
I'll leave without a sound-
buried underground....
Remember me
John Derek Hamilton
March 05,2019
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 crush them all.
That path of least resistance,
is how the water flows.
Carving a river, a gorge,
a valley, and canyons deep.
Find the path,
that works for you.
Seek the way,
to grow and shine.
You are important.
You can make a difference.
As time marches on,
and you flow with it.
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 March, The Death March,
It's what we do
When the whistle blows,
It is our cue
Death March, The Death March,
One Two, One two
The rythmic song
Drilled into our heads by the Nazi crew
Death March, The Death March,
It's what we do
It's why we get up every morning,
And die of the flu
Deth March, The Death March,
One Two, One Two
Forgotten in feilds
We are the Jews
Form:
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 be an army when he marches with the Lord.
One can be a symphony when striking heaven's chord.
One can be the victor over evil, hate, and lies.
For one who fights for truth is not alone in Jesus eyes.
The breastplate is the heart that beats God's love into the world.
Feet covered with the peace that we pursue in every man.
The shield of faith defends against the wickedness that's hurled.
The sword will speak the word that conquered all since time began.
One can be an army when he marches with the Lord.
One can be a symphony when striking heaven's chord.
One can be the victor over evil, hate and lies.
For one who fights with truth is not alone in Jesus eyes.
There are reinforcements to be called on from above.
The cry for righteousness has always been an angel song.
Thank you father for the armor crafted with your love.
As I walk into the battle Lord, I pray that I am strong.
One can be an army when he marches with the Lord.
One can be a symphony when striking heaven's chord.
One can be the victor over evil, hate, and lies.
For one who fights with truth is not alone in Jesus eyes.
Long marches home
through the rain,
through the rain,
through the rain
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 was all mine
But time does march on
New finally becomes the old
It has happened since time began
A story quite left untold
I remember the gentleman caller
Always polite and nice when he came
He always brought flowers or candy
And I coyly loved playing the game
Ah yes, those were the days
I quite hated their slow decline
But time does march on
And the new leaves the old behind
And now the old has caught me
My youthful days quite long gone
I am left with glorious memories
The last thing I have that is strong.
I don’t make very much noise
The wheels are locked on my chair
I have been quiet long enough
For I am no longer there
I wonder when they will notice
I have departed those old remains
that still sit quietly in that chair
No longer bound by earthly chains
I have left that life behind
And I am bound for heaven’s door
Yes time does keep marching on
But I don’t have to worry …anymore
Connie Moore
1/16/14
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
"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 sweeping
cesium creeping
the we rereading sky braille unseeing
signs and portents
content with contents
insistant attempts
at repealing events
and blindly concealing
our rifts and our rents
we prefer our unfeeling
and selfish intents
*from a quote of Samuel Clemens
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 to her flame
connie pachecho
1/5/17
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 culture stories
reweaving co-grounded horizon long becoming,
Be longing nondual here/now
space/time
body/mind
natural/spiritual
justice/peace
universe/uniting
secular/sacred
reconnection.
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 row’
The good folk of Linlithgow
Bring the past into the now
It is Linlithgow’s mission
A proudly held tradition
Brian’s ‘sonnet me’ contest 21st April 2010
Marches Day- the riding of the borders of the royal burgh of Linlithgow
‘roke and the row’—a pipe tune played at sunrise on marches day
Lithca Toon—Linlithgow town
www.linlithgowmarches.co.uk/
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 out through the locked doors
we pass quietly and do not disturb
the peaceful slumber of the soul
...and time marches on...
lost loves and forgotten dreams
lie still on an empty floor
they fade away, dissapear, and die
as an eternal hope lingers on, on I walk
as the candle burns my life away more is forgotten
yet more is experienced
as time marches on (and on and on) it rolls
crushing the feats of the day
the dreams of tomorrow
the hopes we once had
the wars they will end
the heavens they will fall
to this power, crushes all
taking life (starting anew)
light, dark, peace, war, love, and hate
in the end it's forgotten
yet the beginning means so much
what of your hate? what of your love? what of us all?
we leave us behind to experience the rest... is what we need
a rest is what we crave so take now your time and spend it well
the yesterdays are gone, tomorrow's not yet here
...and time marches on...
it passes without you seeing
you see it without knowing
you touch it without feeling
you reach without touching
and as your hope dies
it sits in your heart,
as your search ends
you lose it forever,
what you've had all along
setting on life making dark our thoughts
enlightening our dreams and ruling our hearts
for none to judge for all to see
for us to have for them to hold
for we all praise for we must know
that all we've seen must never go
for time is all I have and I follow
as it marches on and on and on it moves
the time (my life), the light (it burns)
the wick (it's gone),
...and time marches on ...
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 going so wrong?
This tragic story truly rings home for me.
I had a person with mental health struggles in my family.
Psychiatrists rely on the pharmaceutical industry and
prescribe new medications that alter patients' brain chemistry.
Family members are often leery to commit, because our mental
hospitals discharge the patient still unfit, and they are left to
deal with the brunt of it.
At home, these families struggle to keep things in control.
Many times that stress alone will take a major toll.
How many more peacekeepers?
How many more innocent lives is our society willing to sacrifice?