Long Regiments Poems

Yet at this very moment the cathedral was crumbling
down upon the cries of foresaken refugees, 
the monastery's walls wobbling from war's wreckage, 
and as the black bursts billowed into sun drenched brutality
with the bodies of...

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It was a glorious summer day and I woke up with the lark
Got my wheelchair ready and then headed to the park
I noticed a girl out jogging, with her dog down by the lake
And felt...

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Sun is shining as I sing my redemption song.
Hey lady, no woman no cry, lets spread one love.
Jammin', spreading positive vibrations so strong,
like three little birds easy skanking with a dove.

Hey lady, no woman no...

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Kalamatsch

As a kid I played with mud in pouring rain
                         ...

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Khatia Buniatishvili's Tour de Force of Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto N° 1 in B-flat minor on Zubin Mehta's 80th Birthday*

… the caged-beast terrified defying the donderbus blasts vollies of muskets and cannons heralding the charge cavernous...

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The bombers began to bleed
their heavy tears of death
from 20,000 feet above the breathless battlefield, 
B-17 Flying Fortress formations
moving with apocalyptic aplomb
the shadows of high metal crosses by the hundreds
rippling along the rugged roman earth
bringing...

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“It Came in Our Dreams”

The Others 
watch on,
somewhere above us.

we, ant like
form our battalions
soldier ants 
with no substantial sting
repelling reptilian 
brains in flight
striking our oily deals 
sliding into our nightmares, 
acrid smoke, bee-keeping our hives
we...

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"See: A Marriage Worthy, Letters Offered to an Aching Bride"



See 
The blood of man
drips from his fingers

note the true 
Son of Man
No loud crimson 

cardinal feathers
gently caressing
psalming minds

No White Hat 
nor flag in hand, yet...

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Battle of Arras April – May 1917
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet

I was not there.  I have to say.
I was not born.  I meant to say.
Had...

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By Robert J (Bob) Moore © 2016

I am a British soldier, been a soldier all my life
and back home in England, I left 2 kids and a wife
now I’m outside Sebastapol, with Cardigans Brigade
waiting to...

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June 6th 1944
An Armada masses at Europe's door
Five sector landings, 160,000 troops
On the following beaches, our hero's would swoop
Utah, Omaha, Juno, Sword and Gold
Allow me to write, as my story unfolds
 
We, 50th Northumbrian Infantry
To...

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It was the summer - August 4
When England joined the First World War
1914 the very year
Before wives and children shed their bitter tears

‘The war to end wars’ was the battle cry
Before there had been one...

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Bitter colored Flying Sunken-roofed Cities

Rain death fall New Suits and Extinguished Eyes.

“I know that Wine will Flee Shouting”

But Sadness, while a thing,

Does not Make an Emotion Real.

And Thus Indignant

Cannot be Thrown out with any mere...

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"Sewn" 

Super hero
come walk fire with me
all super heroes are freaks
fuelled by their hidden vulnerability 
and their dark cherished secrets

poets some consider romantic freaks
some hide quietly mining
whittling their time away,
some are hell-bent, heaven-sent
breaking glass ceilings

strange...

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I have stood upon, The hallowed ground
Where so many souls had perished,
That ugly war between the states
Their memories, I will cherish,

I have seen the cannons, on the hill
Of Seminary Ridge,
Those balls of fire, that rained...

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The Circus gongs excite the Throngs in nighttime Never Land –
They swarm to see the destiny of Freaks at their command,
While Acrobats step pitapat above the shifting sands
And Lady Fat sits down to chat and...

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Back in the days of the capitalist & commie regiments,
There was a structure that separated states & sentiments.
Mother Germania was divided by an expansive wall.
But someday this fence of Berlin had to fall.

Kennedy gave speeches,...

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While midnight bats are gnawing gnats and feasting free unseen,

a toddler’s fed from garbage sheds an elegant cuisine.

Along the trails in distant dales a lonesome wolverine

feigns appetite on fogy nights and days of crystalline.



The circus...

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Exactly when did we begin to forget
To appreciate life in all it's glory and magnificence? 
How can we estimate freedom or it's price, how
are we to teach our children anything...
In the face of such distortion.

We...

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Twitching limply atop an Ulster lamppost
Like a hung man, legs kicking in spasm at the last seconds of life
Its bigoted purpose now spent and now abandoned to the elements
No longer recognisable as the flag of...

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Emerge the invocations of begotten falsehood.
 Lying dormant.
My screams no longer withheld.
Anointing savagery bred of ancient tongues.
This depraved submergence beckons in a righteous hand.
Born of opposition in the courts of folly, enormities ascend to the...

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On the eve of that somber, stormy night,
I began to see strings of spring swirling soundlessly
along the thread-thin blade of this culinary cutlery.
Why does gravity lay on thick in this silver steel accessory?
If only you...

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Where are you, Spring?
Nor'westerly, with icy blade it carves
through puny shields of woolly hats and scarves
gives brief respite, then pierces yet again,
brings tears to eyes of happiest of men,
umbrellas inside out, their holders curse
no pity,...

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~TH' COMMANDER OF CHIEFS~


SPIRITS OF TH' SAINTS,ACKNOWLEDGE MY PLEAS...
HERE IN THIS DARKNESS,MY SOUL IN DIRE'NESS CALLS
TH' CHOSEN OF GOODNESS' SAKE,CRY 'LONG ON TH' WINDS
PREPAREST THY REGIMENTS,FOR AN CAVALRY WE IMPLORE THEE


FILLEST OUR VESSELS,LADEN US WITH...

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acrostic

Regiments  of verse march in rhythm. 
Eagerly they traipse word by word
Combing the theater of my mind.
Trying  this ancient captain’s orders.
Inspired to pass the roll call of muster,
Former battle veterans re-up
Yearning for more...

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