Parades Poems - Poems about Parades

An escapade from thought parades A blockade of rouge descent An oeillade craved Rueful indignance A room full of insects A jocose allusion A lissome illusion A querulous reality I weep where you can't see Streams of dreams Melt slowly, spring snowman Abhorrent print Why can't I just speak casually...

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Today I’m thankful for parades reminding us something that cannot be overstated…. How every step along the road of life… needs to be celebrated ...

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We did a lot of waving yesterday at our city’s annual Christmas parade. We waved at people dressed as chandeliers, at grinches and mermaids. We waved at dance troops, at bagpipers, at wind lasses (those are women who sail the sea) We saluted old disabled veterans and young men and women of the new ROTC, We waved at those...

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The British royal family is front and center this weekend. How unusual is that? The empire may be gone, but it’s time to recall its ghost, dust it off and invoke the ancient spell of monarchy. A coronation, The original dog & pony show - God’s kingly sinecure. I can’t even remember the last one. You have...

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A governess, a guardian of the young, so known and dear as to be called “Mother” and a noblewoman, just barely 12 by age, named Portia, sit talking as the sun sets the stage for a cool, cloudless night. “Mother, who invented candlelight and the slow, delicate brush of lips?” “Some rakish boy, pawning his experience for...

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We watched our hometown Christmas parade the other day…under a clear cerulean sky…there in the comfort of our golf cart…we watched friends and family marching by. There is a simple sweetness to a hometown parade that can never be outdone…it’s neighbors and families coming together…simply put…it’s fun! We then joined a parade of people in town that...

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Americans are a mixture of flavors: Salty, spicy, sweet. Whatever you like, your taste we meet. Descendants of countries far and wide. Wherever they once lived they came here to hide. Hiding from violence and hate, from poverty and war, immigrants seeking a new fate. They were black, brown and white, short and tall, fat and slim, we welcomed them all. English and Spanish, French and Chinese, Irish and Scots, send them...

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My son's an eligible bachelor so it won't be long Before some chickie catches him and he'll be singing love's sweet song He's a charmer for sure With a desire for amour Much like his daddy, who often parades around in a thong...

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Seventeenth of March is St Patrick’s Day Great day for the Irish I can honestly say Paddies' the world over will want to be seen Wearing Leprechaun hats and a sprig of green. Loud colourful parades up and down the lands Drums, tin whistles and the skirl of pipe bands Sample some Guinness or a glass of potcheen Be the best street...

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The Village Halloween Parade* Is famous through the land, The costumes so creative That they surely beat the band. But I was sent some pictures And some video as well From a local school parade Much cuter, far as I can tell. The kindergarten students, Dressed in various disguise, Sang their hearts out in the schoolyard, An adorable surprise. They’d been practicing for weeks And their performance a...

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My son's been voted the most eligible bachelor so it won't be long Before some chickie catches him and he'll be singing love's sweet song He's a charmer for sure With a desire for amour Much like his daddy, who sometimes parades around in a thong...

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Nothing but loving a woman Parades men’s minds the same. The eye of a king to a woman, The eye of a slave to a woman All look with the same intensity. Nothing but wanting a woman Parades men’s minds the same. The rich who is crazy for love, The poor who dies for love All behave madly Like twins of the...

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My son's been voted the most eligible bachelor but I'm sure it won't be long Before some young chickie catches his eye and he'll be singing love's sweet song He's a charmer for sure With a desire for amour Much like his daddy, he sometimes parades around in a thong © Jack Ellison 2016...

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Poet Destroyer - Parades and Carnivals Soft feathers gather up with color On the wind to play as friends They come floating first above the boulevard Kind thoughts there elevate, somewhere between the innocence Trumpets, drums and violins come thumping on the street Poet Destroyer is there to keep the peace Hiding in disguise as Linda She jumps up one thousand feet...

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dead on the inside rotten one the outside should go and hide but hindered by my pride try to be unique but treated like a leper standing tall but crumbling under pressure take a look and you’ll see its a charade marching like pro lifers at a pro choice parade in the midst of something you don’t understand watching and waiting for...

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