Corporal Poems - Poems about Corporal

Some folks think of themselves as humans searching for a spiritual awakening when the fact is that you are a spiritual being, attempting to cope with a human awakening. Seeing oneself from a perspective of the spirit within will help you remember why and what you came here to begin creating. In a higher dimension, there exists...

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On the sport’s field we started to set up To play cricket but the ground was hard And the stumps would not go in. So my mate Used the cricket bat to hammer them home. The game’s master was soon upon the scene, Shouting. “That’s no way to treat the willow, You cretin.” Sir then...

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Old sleuth foot such a character an old veteran with one leg yet he still happy ~ Old Slew Foot with a gorilla chest he smelled of menthol from his breath Oh! slew foot was quite tall he can stand on his one leg problem but never fall ~ Old Slew Foot was a Corporal in...

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Condominiums are healthiest and safest as cooperative housing owned from inside each embodied unit and shared in common co-invested spaces outside each individuated unit together forming one living, preferably nonviolent communicating, empowering win/win resonant restorative inside peace and outside justice resolution for cooperatively enlightened resilience. Indigenously healthy wealthy and wise condo residents come to our community already trauma informed and deformed, seeking verbal and nonverbal compassionate and nonviolent common communication practices Which focus equally...

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Give an hand to Corporal Klinger Went to Korea, not to linger He did give a damn But to Uncle Sam He doth bequeath his middle finger...

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Despair of spectres whispered, John heard it muttered Fears spoken, centuries of shame sunk into stone Hanging tree hoisted him, feet above ground fluttered Rope bound neck bulged, blood starved eyes shuttered Aghast, entertainment starved spectators absorbed gore Under his breath they heard it uttered, " I am among the lowliest, and the last" Sentiment collected by authorities, soon to...

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A hundred-ten year old soldier was interred in Arlington Cemetery today. Corporal Frank Woodruff Buckles now sleeps nigh his comrades in sacred clay, Awaiting that glorious morn when Gabriel's bugle will sound that final call, To fall in for the last calling of the roll! Corporal Buckles will be standing tall! "Taps" was played echoing far beyond...

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(This is a fictional poem) He was Corporal Capeman and he wanted to fly like a bird. He was very ugly and he was also an annoying nerd. He was a grown man who actually believed that he could fly. If I said that he was mentally stable, I'd be telling a lie. Just watching him was irritating, it was...

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Here it is The confession to my onsession After years of abuse I protest my own discression I see no right Only wrong in my decissions As hurting her has hurt me But the punishment should be capitol It would do no good To allow life in this body Nor his, I'll take away He is a source The one I lost last night He is an excuse The...

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