Dispatches Poems - Poems about Dispatches

...Freely flowing favor is friendship Respect, mutually felt and granted It is a blessed treasure Everyone should have and be a friend Never to be taken for granted Distance and time need......

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... In the realm of self-interest, a curious soul, Could not adhere stamps, sans wit owning a role. His tongue, like a rover in arid terrain, Lingered on whimsy, a scoffing refrain. Precision ......

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... "A Spoonful of Sugar" Upon waking the green hangover hangs low waiting for the weeding the alarm sounds like thunder the cats on the prowl they’re hungry the ......

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...Army officer. His name was Jones, was not Welsh perhaps his grandfather was He spoke a peculiar upper-class English sounded like a monologue directed at people with low intelligence. Jones w......

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...Dear wife when I leave my red-light-lit war room behind me can you tidy up my love. Sorry about the mess, I was a befuddled general, I led far too many into my own dark fears. Can you put wa......

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...Like Hannibal we crossed the pass and crossed the Alps (okay, the Brynderwyn Hills) and a bridge too far on north-west passage. From out of the Valley of Mizpah to the fires of perdi......

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......Outside the French guns continued to screech, a blast rocked them all, and opened a breach, morale was fading, beginning to sag, the next day the French sent out a truce flag. Ned watched fr......

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...Anticipation of heaven gives me satisfaction to wait. Night or day, I have no personal interest in seeing an Angel. God may choose and I will obey; but I would rather wait. Encounters with an ange......

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...Gramercy of this aroint, doth she come? Sirrah crown cries well met, doth she come? Ye wast in a hurry. Aroint! Thy heads were seel. Aye, thou art nay dispatches. Aye, thou art woe. Thou ......

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...Foggy mists slither through the highlands As downdrafts force them to the riverbanks To the naked eye ethereal warm icicles Among tow’ring long-needle pines piercing sky From the other side n......

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...There is something crawling inside my mind; Words are burning ink-wells in my frontal lobe; Evil identities come visits me kind; Caresses cloudy dispatches negating hope's hold; Cruel pleasur......

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...VETERANS, ONCE MORE UNTO THE BREACH! Onward, elderly soldiers, against Covid19 waging war, with the trump of victory taking all before. We don't want to lose you, but we think you ought t......

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...wild things dance in my head wild things dark imaginings 0 dark hundred they come out to play to torture me with their endless games monsters from the deepest depths of hell they surround......

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...Oh! There is nowhere heavenly angels fear to go. Sometimes they have descended into the fiery depts. of hell fire's bottomless pit. Dispatched there on a angelic angel rescue," calling upon angel......

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...The Dry Dispatches To the sullen cemetery in the sun we trudge, No better place indeed to find memory’s heartbeat, and a plate of forgiveness inside its eating green gardens, as human bones h......

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