Reveille Poems - Poems about Reveille

justice casts a shadow telling the time on a sundial echoing retribution to come when power play shifts to reverse...

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Reveille FT. Leonardwood Mo. 1962 Miracle Man October 25, 2023 At three-thirty we arose, to trumphet chatter, It was hard to determine It’s subject matter. None of this, to us, was making any sense, now sleep is gone and so is the suspense. We’ve trouble dealing with situation at hand, Army life isn’t close to what we had planned. As “Cruits” search for...

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reveille morning mists surf winds spins and twirls over dark hills ~ summer sun sleeps in daybreak paints with mists dawn tumbles out of darkness ~ shadows turn amber lilac miniature raindrops decorate fine silk spun webs ~ first light bathes in dew hazy cloud blankets dozing streams as meadows stir ~ sunrise ritual clouds...

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When the sum of all equation meets The gist of all that's true What will be The estimation As we stand both me and you Will we stand Upright at inspection Will we gaze upon The ground Soaring as with Eagles or With fleshly things Resound May our eyes be bright far Seeing may our hearts be as a child's Filled with light And wonder As we Navigate these wilds...

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Sunday rest before repetitious reveille. Work Perspective Monoku Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Beata Agustin 02/05/2022...

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tall thin and graceful palm trees on a white sand beach reach for orange skies the day's elegance is visible in a breeze along beauty's path white crested blue waves ever searching like the wind in a restless world sun sits on the sea in the cool tangerine hours birds begin to sing...

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Startled sprinkles twinkle and toll The time ignores my grunts and groans Everyday empties its force of roll Cannons sound -- and mothers moan Between the place where time is not And heaven’s hell slams its door Little men with giant heads hot Are lost beneath the fluid floor New nothings interrupt the waste Of petty playthings -- argue -- lose Experience coats with sugar...

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REVEILLE Today I found myself walking on a path through the wood All the while I had been thinking, unaware of where I trod Idle musing, rumination stole a long stretch of ‘real’ time (Despite my justification - ‘I was making up a rhyme!’) On awaking from my absence in day-time somnambulation I perceived a brighter world as I resumed...

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"Intermission: Flutterby Reveille" Impromptu like a moth pale words flutter out of his psychodelic mind curious funny flutterby… for a second then, I didn't move, deadpan, I said, "... try again with some panache, some style" incredulously, I smiled, he's tripping guitar leads counting long-tooth years and numbers between drum beats here no rest for the wicked, we... hear pretty worded poets walk on...

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every morning now it's a recording of a trumpet that takes away the silence for the already risen to salute the stripes and stars even though to this day another army base is just a bit away but even further childhood memories still remain but now in revelry...

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SEASON REVEILLE The chill’ed land sleeps Grass withered dried and flaxen Life wisely cautious Awaits the vernal signal Then will it stir and flourish...

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A signal to arise. I saw it in your eyes. Reveille. In good company Aroused in your bed Reveling with you Reveille. A celebration of the bugle Your eyes of blue So close to sunrise Alive with boisterous excitement Reveille Awakened in no time Every day a new one Yielding to your arms Your trinkets with magical powers Keep us not asunder Reveille Tis cold this time of year Whispering sweet nothings in your...

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Reveille It takes motion: metal screeching on metal; A locker opening. Footsteps echo and fade on reinforced stone. Rubber slaps the ground lazily. Then the mourners rise, for the night lies in state. They mingle but do not speak; paying reverence to the ritual of Unbroken Silence. Exaggerated actions are measured in beds pulled and blankets folded. Sparking rise to first light...

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The sunrise is a golden, peachy delight, replacing the treacle blackness, of the kingdom of the night. The brightening wakens me from my deep insensible slumber, and outside of my window the songbirds grow in number, to sing their dawn chorus, competing to be heard, each trying to sing much louder, than any other bird. So the conspiracy of our star, and my feathered friends, means that it...

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A cavalryman's day was guided by a series of bugle calls, The dulcet tones reverberating within the palisade walls. Wanting to hurl a boot at the bugler for "Reveille" at dawn, Instead he stumbled from his cot at "Assemble" on the lawn. Before he had breakfast, the horses must be tended to, So "Stable Call" was sounded to assemble a...

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