Best Marching Poems

I watched as Johnny was handed a uniform
Saw him trained him to kill, in a regiment conform
Marched by his side in Vietnam jungles warm
There was little regard to how war did us harm
 
By parachute dropped to a ghastly death scene
Johnny ached for the life...

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I hear them on the television,
like I have a choice,
that's flat-out all they show these days:
Politicians
with their elucidations
tangled as Grandma's yarn.
Honest Joe, explicating why I'm beggared;
"It's your own fault, my good friends,
frankly, we need bold solutions"
they boom; 
then hike the price of gas.
And the voices...

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Oh, Poverty,
You merciless ruler of billions,
Your empire of want, across the globe
You have stretched
As 
In your unpitying passage,
No village
No town
No city
No nation
No continent is left
Unoccupied
By 
Your ruthless forces:  
Of suffering
Of Misery
Of agony  
Of despair, and
Of calamitous death.
-
The innumerable subjects of yours
Subjugated are
By
The powerful...

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"Marching Band"
Dapper dilettantes take over one hundred yards 
Showing their feathers like a cockatoo on pointy shakos 
Displaying their talents on grass they are anything but green 

Ready to give resplendent resonance through beasts of golden brass
Popping percussive drumming getting drilled into them by a...

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Two great teams take the field
In the end one must yield

Does destiny not await fate
Two quarterbacks who are great

As giants collide on the line
Receivers catch in perfect time

Backs with power and speed
Rise up to spread their seed

Although, once again in the end
Defense has a message...

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I know you invited the Brothers to side-line along,
but only if we are here to listen;
Don't speak.

Yet I may have credential for qualifying voice.
For I, like some of you,
know what it means to develop cooperative,
too often dissonantly competing,
multicultural enriching relationships
with our African-American husbands and lovers.

Sons...

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I'm a marching band mom,
I'm very proud of it,
Brass, woodwinds, drummers, and pit.

Counting steps to find their spots,
Keeping time with doctor beat,
Forwards and backwards with their feet.

Learning new sets everyday,
Marking spots with sidewalk chalk,
Helping each other with a talk.

Adding music as they go,
Coordinating timing,
Keep up...

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Medals on frames stood upright and straight,
Like guns marching on bloody road to Death March
At eighteen, he bore the pellets of war’s cause
Fingers wounded by splinters from a grenade

Spawned by raw courage for freedom’s glory
He counted black hours guarding his troops;
Piloting aircraft and landing on...

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Marching Rocks



  Like Toffee people chasing the westerly breeze
And, presumably ordered, abruptly, to freeze-
Tableaux is evocative of an ancient command
That left a sprawl of stones scattered on the land.

  On swift flight in one course towards the West
Serrated line of rock tell of...

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WHEN JUDY COMES MARCHING HOME AGAIN.
When Judy comes marchin home again. 
Hoorah. Hoorah
She'll know that she'll have to leave again. Hoorah. Hoorah.
She knew how to sew, and she knew how to cook,
but lately she's readin our old war book.
And We'll all die for Microsoft.
Hoorah. 
Hoorah.

When...

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NOT do I remember
the lyrical poems and Renoir paintings
that sang of the beauty of March.

Cold wet and muddy
to the cadence of a funeral dirge
I march along the road to April.

Passing a slimy pond
Pisces the fish greets me with a flick of his tail,
the murky water...

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Marching along in triple digits
you don't have to think of the heat
It's enought to worry lagging behind
without worry of the "smell of defeet"...

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Why are they marching this is what the question is on everyone's mind today! 
Why are they marching? 
To show that things can be accomplished in some other way! 
Why are they singing and standing arm in arm?
Why are they speaking, dancing and shouting and...

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When I go on my way marching home
Please do not grieve for me,
Because I will be sitting on the throne
Full of the Lord's serenity.

When I go on my way marching home
I will no longer have to cry,
I will know that I'm not standing alone
Up in...

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Note to God of Jealous Time:

Your human race exhausts ourselves
and our home
and our extended DNA/RNA family
and our soul-soil
and our blood-water flow of therapeutic life
and our healthy synergetic atmosphere.

What was angry memory 
and FearFilled imagery 
of exclusive pearly WhiteGated Heaven
has fallen upon Earth
a venial scriptured parasite
with...

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