Reveille Poems - Poems about Reveille

retribution reveille

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

Reveille

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

Reveille

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

Reveille

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

Reveille

Sunday rest before repetitious reveille. 





Work Perspective
Monoku
Poetry Contest
Sponsored
by: 
Beata Agustin
02/05/2022

Reveille

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

Reveille Contentment

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

Reveille

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

Intermission - Flutterby Reveille

"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

Reveille

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

Season Reveille

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

Reveille Rev-Uh-Lee

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

Reveille

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

Reveille

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

From "reveille" To "taps"

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

• Short Reveille Poems
• Famous Reveille Poems
• Best Reveille Poems
• Read Reveille Poems
• Long Reveille Poems
• Reveille Quotes