Best Trumpet Poems

Where will you be when the trumpet sounds

When the call comes with an 
amazing surprise
A shout is heard by all who leave 
these grounds
And all the dead and alive in Christ 
shall arise
How will you explain; none of the missing is found

While Satan bombards the...

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The trumpet will play
a sweet prelude, to earth's last tired breath
but Gabriel shall not call me
I shall leave long before his dance of death

The distant drums are what I hear playing
across the sea and through the storm
a calm rumbling surrender
like the two kings that went...

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My heart is the same full of love
     My house that shelters it full of pain
But it's autumn in my life, Dove
      The hair of gray and wrinkles reign

I set the table full of food
 ...

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My people
if only you would see
the beauty in you
if for an instant
feel all the emotions
of the buried love deep inside you

Such a glorious day would burgeon forth
released from all the human anthem
would lift the world
to the heavens

If only you would see
as you were made and...

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Sun scatters splendid splendors in utter silence
Flowers shed their pure fragrance without any aim
Never once they never trumpet their excellence
Real wisdom, real merits acquires great fame.

The moon maps her magic hue in silent midnight
Wind swept in melodious tone scenting surprise
Ever did they ever boost their...

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Heather in a garden
Or heather in a store
Flowers beg a pardon,
Lovely forever more.

Vines climb up a wall,
Effortlessly tall
Vines climb up a gate,
Chopping is their fate.

Flowers and vines,
‘til the end of times.
Together forever
Trumpets and heather....

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orange trumpets call
from the insatiable green –
fanfares of summer...

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JJust an old trumpet player with a worn out horn –
Seems he had played it ever since he was born.

Sometimes his lively music put dancing in your feet.
Then there were times he rendered tones so tranquil and so sweet.

So many came to follow this magic...

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Constructed of the finest brass, 
polished daily with silken manes of angels,
to gleam brightest of all creation.
For the sun is but a reflection of the light of the Lord
beaming off my bell.
The stars; sparks thrown of forging hammers,
wielded by elders of the host, 
while shaping...

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When Gabriel sounds the trumpet
There'll be no time for crumpets
You'll stand and wait
At the Pearly Gate
But you won't be able to jump it...

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There stands a great prince
with a trumpet loud and pure
which fills the heavens

Majestic music
warm and rich that pleases God
a sound all will hear

Roar of great power
the volume and resonance
heard thousands of miles

For we shall be changed
a scream heard by all sea shores
the dead shall arise

Wise...

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we shall not perish
but be changed in a heartbeat - 
it is his promise


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September 20, 2012


Poetry/Senryu/the last trumpet
Copyright Protected, ID 09-422-248-20
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest, Single Senryu
sponsor, Black Eyed Susan, Judged 10/01/2012

Second Place...

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Poetry to me is my legacy 
Poems I write to live on endlessly 
So like it or lump it
I’ll blow my own trumpet 
And leave them to historic supremacy....

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Mountain laurel perfume wafted in the soft breeze.
Myriads of flittering birds sang in the trees.
At peace on our cabin porch with feet on the rail 
Until a trumpet blast called me to hit the trail.

When at last would come my soldier’s release
To return to our...

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There once was a piano that wanted to be
Anything other than of white, black keys
She loved her parents and her fabulous family
But she lacked love for self and her maroon melody

She asked the trumpet so shiny and cool
What's it like to blow like you
The trumpet...

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