Fifes Poems - Poems about Fifes

...The seeds of self-destructive strife Were sown soon after drums and fifes Extolled success from breaking free From Britain's aristocracy. The Constitution's writ accedes Peculiar Institution's......

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...Roads rising up from Irish mists in merry jigs To the flowing tenor song Sung by the River Boyne born from Tara's Keep As Patrick's paschal fire Weaves truth from stones of blarney And lucky cha......

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...Today there won’t be a parade; Concessions that Covid has made. With no bagpipes or fifes It’s befitting, since life’s At a standstill from which we’ve not swayed. Still, I’m wearing a bit o’ ......

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...I love life, that's probably apparent By the happiness in all my poems When I make my final curtain call Want the biggest celebration known Don't want none of that mourning stuff No sa......

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...21 Aug 2017 - Sonnet When all the joys you ever chased in life were bait that NEVER came without a hook - high-market hucksters charming you with fifes that drove thirst mad (and all done by th......

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...The British were coming. As dawn's cold fingers clawed the eastern sky, men scurried to their stations, all too aware of the rhythmic crump of that ugly distant drumming. The Threat was......

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...The worst thing that can happen in life Is to be buried alive with your wife To quarrel for eternity About insignificanties While listening to the drums and the fifes © Jack Ellison ......

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...Why is everyone more worried       about another's attire Is their own life so bleak and        dire You help them climb higher and       higher While we wallow in their mire Is their life wha......

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...Beating drums mark his last march and fifes play lowly, a breeze blows on blackthorn blossoms, Raised high above on hardened shoulders for the mourning march, that slowly glides him along, A hero, ......

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...Wriggled in her arms. Lost in an adventure of romance, moving far afield. Though I have no weakness for writing, my story got underway. Wallowing in the admiralty of her beauty Adorned with bea......

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...Beating drums mark his last march and fifes play lowly, a breeze blows on blackthorn blossoms, Raised high above on hardened shoulders for the mourning march, that slowly glides him along, A hero, a ......

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...I hear the music calling me From the smooth and shiny rows of keys The ebony and ivory And all the melodies between ‘Come!’ it says, ‘And play a song Upon your fingertips I’ll canter along. Befriend ......

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...I love life, that's probably apparent By the happiness in all my poems When I make my final curtain call Want the biggest celebration known Don't want none of that mourning stuff No sad song......

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...I walk an already trodden path... Uncertain, of future lives that lie ahead But, in faith I close these earthly Ojibwa eyes In trill, thus, I hear the old ways in your presence amidst Chinook wi......

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...Christmas eve night coming home When grand marketing is done Foot stepping high over stony loam Heart panting for the merry fun Suddenly the noise is not the same The humming of figuring tongues Chan......

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