Brigade Poems - Poems about Brigade

Sean Mitchell's First Cork 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

Ballad of the Senior Brigade

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

The Brownie Brigade

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

The Numbskull Brigade

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

Fey Happiness Brigade

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

Polar Bear Brigade

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!

Smile Brigade

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.

Botox Brigade

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

Crab Brigade

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

Charge of the Yank Brigade

maybe they drank

or just mentally blank 

President plank 

the charge of the yank

Secretly Watching Fairy Brigade

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

The Brigade

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

Santas Clydedale Brigade

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

How the Brexit Light Brigade Gambolled Into the Wilderness

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

Bad Mouth Brigade

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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