Bugles Poems - Poems about Bugles

Moonbeams spun on cobwebs laced through with dew. Daybreak bugles then burgles as light enters its brazen domain. Old Horace wakes from his untidy cot; an uncertain pause, then: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero, for cobwebs, like tomorrow, are frail and this day is a blade to seize as you may....

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Good governance, the enemy of government States rights, oxymoronic at best What works, the bane of impostors Who exist to feather their nests Revolution is quickly fomenting Change only at the point of a gun Voices from Concord heard calling With freedom not given but won (The New Room: October, 2021)...

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Two lonely bugles play As they have done on other days Echoing around the Menin Gate 32000 times since those days of hate Ieper on the Western Front Fed the troops into the Great War brunt But there are only names on walls All who answered their countries call And the lonely bugles still play At the end of every day As ghostly soldiers march...

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November bugles blare while the living salute the dead, those deceased of yesteryear’s wars, battles for hills, fields, towns, cities, country sides and their tomorrows, lay quiet in graves the world over, never speaking to say how they feel or give their thoughts on what we have become, what we have made of this world they...

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Bugles Blared Up everything we had been summing, Had head's up a threat was coming; Had been worried, And we hurried; Bugles blared and did hear drumming. Jim Horn This is the introduction to my war poetry series of limericks....

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