Bugles Shake the Dawn
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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Categories:
bugles, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Drums and Bugles
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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Categories:
bugles, freedom,
Form: Rhyme
The Ieper Bugles
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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Categories:
bugles, remember, war, , western,
Form: Elegy
November Bugles
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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Categories:
bugles, tribute,
Form: Free verse
Bugles Blared
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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Categories:
bugles, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick