Brigade Poems - Poems about Brigade

In the heart of Cork City, Where the Lee runs swift and wide, Fought a man named Seán Ó Misteil, With a fire he couldn’t hide. He lead the First Cork Brigade, Not for glory, nor for fame — But to break the chains of empire, Not just change the flag or name. So here’s to Mitchell’s Brigade, Let their story now be told, As...

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Well it’s one o’clock on a Tuesday The regular crowd wanders in There’s an old broad Sittin’ next to me Wonderin’ which room she’s in She says, “Girl can you join me for bingo? I don’t really like playin’ alone But I’ll pay for your cards and a table And oh yeah, turn off your phone" Now Marge in the cafe is a friend...

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The brownie brigade trotted around the block. Marching with their feet going tickety dickity dock. I listened to their shoes going click click click. The loudest one was my own browine, little Nick. We are marching! The oldest girl brownie said loudly. And we are great at it! Another one stated so proudly. Their clickety clackety shoes went on over the...

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The numbskull brigade was in town making us feel intimidated. Running over manuscripts over which we had been elated. Our tender feelings were hurt, they did not like our wording at all. And they were mean and blustery, and about sixteen hands tall. You make publishing impossible, we little writers screamed. They laughed at us and threw us into triple...

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gremilns dance youth sees with joy not too socialized yet to be part of the fey happiness brigade...

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Polar Bear Brigade manned their enormous 747 airplane. They jumped in their warships and they sailed past Maine. They were ready to take on congress or the prez or the police. Their ice floats are melting! This is a travesty to say the least!...

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On Dad’s 75th, instead of singing, we recited cadence. On the video from 9 years prior, Dad points out Mom’s huge smile and I point out his. I see his family line all likewise grinning, joining in the smile brigade from heaven’s open window....

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BOTOX BRIGADE Oh so numb, I can’t stop myself drooling, Can’t feel my brows, touch them, one is drooping, My lips I feel are massively huge and swollen, I should have realized that this was a bad omen. My cheeks are sore, injected frequently, Obsessed by the media talk increasingly, I dare not put lipstick on, for I’ll look like a...

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crickle crackle stamp stamp stamp tiny corpulent marchers track up the sand crickle crackle wow wow wow I stand back, watching them come pincher alert...

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maybe they drank or just mentally blank President plank the charge of the yank...

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Fairy brigade stopped as queen tied her shoe. In that one pause I knew what to do. Hid inside a mushroom with dots of blue. Magical moment of woodland voodoo. Crow cawed loudly then away she flew. Parade restarted, determined, anew. Rainbow peeked out, sharing beautiful hue. Reverence exuding from daisy pew. Gorgeous day in the land of the dew. I often wonder if...

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Upon a great white steed he rode The hope of all he served be known This valiant soldier's war be told To fight this day his bravery shown Into the strife of chaos sown They rode with vengeance high and wide Infantry entrenched with blood and bone Taking life from death's cold bride For he ordered valour be by his side Slashing sabers slaying...

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Santa’s Clydesdale brigade helps him bring snow and presents to the good, the bad and the ugly Stand down reindeer!...

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The Charge of Boris's Parliamentary Cohort of three hundred lawmakers I Forward the light brigade! Was there a dude dismayed? Though most should have known Cameron had blundered. Theirs not to make reply! Theirs not to reason why! Theirs but to do or die! Spurning the fear of...

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A vindictive old crone called Skyla Her comments could not be more vile’a She will give folk such flack Stabbing them in the back Well 'madam' I don’t like your style’a* If you cannot say anything nice I’ll offer a snippet of advice Please keep your big mouth shut Stop your cruel words and smut Because soup’s not a fool’s paradise! * a little poetic...

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