Bugle Poems - Poems about Bugle

A lone bugle wept as it wrapped its plaintive message ‘round her heart Why relentless drumbeats for another raised hope anew for her brother Is not ours to fathom unless we close our eyes to death ...

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little boy bugle come blow your horn the sheep are in the coffee, they need shaved and shorn Don’t you mean little boy blue? I asked my friend, Mrs. McDorn. I don’t shave people she said, giving me a glare of scorn....

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My ancestors were Vikings and, Their blood runs thru my veins. They follow me in this life as, I am a present day warrior. I have a dream where I was a shield, Maiden and fought with my father, Brothers and sister shield maidens. I am guided by Odin. Odin bugle calls me to war. He has visons and dreams that, Shows us...

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Bugle boy, little boy blew A lot of white noise have got many red necks following you That horn of consternation wails loud and angry Those temper tantrum toots dead air cryo empty Bugle boy, little boy blue Your scarlet letter tone has got the murmuring crowd idolizing you Porcelain notes blown vex indiscreet, wax smoke signal coldly Pigeon drop carrier pox gets Oval puffery sent by a trill tweet Bugle boy, little...

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We found ourselves being quite frugal; Hired priest who played a blaring bugle; To our alarm; Had no charm; Hearing his sermon had been brutal. With all of the donuts would finagle; She wanted one covered with maple; Sorted through; Did see view; Not any so I brought her a bagel....

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Reveille called to the sound of a bugle The regiment called to duty The soldiers rally to the call Its Politian’s that make the call And pick the tune to bugle Thier morals you're duty A soldier as no choice but duty And must answer the Politian’s call And die at the call of the bugle The mournful bugle called you to duty...

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Regardless the battlefield, one fight rages on Regardless the outcome —a warriors song Regardless the politics, the brave fight and die Regardless the questioner —blood telling no lies (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)...

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Each day remains a struggle, through the chaos in his mind A simple thank you goes a long way, towards possibly helping him find His place among the living, when all he knows is war It's changed him way down deep, some say even to his core He struggles with his purpose, contemplates on his self worth Sometimes wonders why...

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Toy Ukele not a Bellowing Bugle What it certainly surely seemed like to me Trump thinks he's a character cute as can be And if of him you had a herd or battalion Probably would appear as if a rapscallion. Only thing to do that he feels compelling Is, of course, the truth never be telling Also latest thing all of us...

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I hear the clarion bugle calls at Fort Carson when conditions are just right, Sounding "Reveille" at break of dawn to the mournful sound of "Taps" at night! "Reveille" 'wakes soldiers from their well-deserved rest to begin another day Of training to protect our freedoms, though they do it for very meager pay! The bugle sounds "Chow Call" at...

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A slight mist of fog is caught in the act of being by the light of the early morning sun. Sometime during the dark of night it crept along from whence it came to the base of the hundreds of cabbage palms spread out over the acreage of the brown grassy pastures across the county road where...

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A long the shore back in 1942 met her there, she was just talking with some of her friends, asked her to go for a walk, coming from this dance hall was the tune, Boogie, Woogie, Bugle Boy, we went inside, to dance to it, later we went and had a coke at the corner drug store, she was a swell girl, it was a night ,never to forget, got her address, said...

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go, blow the bugle, a monkey-eating eagle just snatched our beagle !...

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I said, "Son, you look too young To wear that uniform. You ought to be home with your ma, There, by the fireside warm. ...

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