Best Roll Call Poems

When the forests are felled
By our swallowed words
Hungry ears will burn~

For an owl to say   who




8/29/2019

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Get ready,
it's here,
like a thief,
hidden so near.
Into our homes,
taking our dreams,
something is wrong.
Give, give, give,
what we don't have,
sure,
we're mad.
Taking for granted,
time heals all,
but in the meantime,
our economy will fall.
Trying to get back,
what we once had,
will be just a memory,
how sad.
Starting all over,
with the clothes on...

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International relations clerk on duty enters
In her hand is a list of nations from Africa
One by one she shouts out their surnames

The assembly monitors gives her feedback
confirming presence or absence that day

Nations present she gives a golden ribbon
The ones absent she paints with red crayon
Punctuated...

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Who among you is named Clark?
"I am!" said the meadow lark
Who here bares the name of Pearl?
"I do!" said the eastern squirrel
Who's a mean old Visigoth?
"That's me!" said the lazy sloth
Who's the biggest silly nerd?
"Me!" said the bee-eater bird
Whose favorite candy is a Necco?
"Mine!" exclaimed...

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"Roll Call"




Where are your
soft waves to drown in
when I think of you

are they withheld
and our names 
suspended 

marked on some 
banal roll call
written on a piece of glass

in some cold cave

(LadyLabyrinth /2020)




Mendelssohn - Hebrides Overture (Fingal's Cave) Abbado
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Roll Call
______________________
I heard the final roll call,
saw a 21 gun  salute,
as Soldiers stood in unison
for something absolute.

They came to say goodbye,
with honor and such pride
as they stood there in uniform
in each other to confide.

Another good one is gone,
a soul laid to peaceful rest
thanks and...

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Watching the roll call of the brave and honorable
Remembering those of whom I would have never known
Their sweet faces fading from the winds of life
Never forgotten, their blood flowed for justice and freedom.
The remnant of what is left lives on in the faces of those...

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In Memory of Sgt. Greg Moore: "Last Roll Call"
By Laura Bonneville Delacroix
I wanted you to help me climb the tree
I wanted you to be proud when you looked at me
I don't know what happened
Or where you did go
Please oh Please Momma say it ain't so
What...

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Dust the stench of fear from bloodless heroes
laid to rest on muddied mountain path
forgotten in the depth of passing sunsets
remembered in survivors tortured wrath

carrying the numbed and hidden horror
through the guilt of living’s sunlit day
fingers tracing faces on a stone wall
where they knell to weep...

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Many moons ago -
A boys school in Northern England

The Morning Role Call.
Names are bellowed with a haughty distain

followed by a subdued: 'Here sir.'

"Andrews
Ashforth
Diamond (silence)
Donaldson
Bartholomew
Bloggs
Bracegirdle
Ingram
Higgins
Jones"
.......etcetera

Teacher in an exasperated tone:
"Diamond!" - more awkward silence;
some tittering from the back row.

I was not there
I had left for good earlier
but...

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