Saluting Poems - Poems about Saluting

Planet in flux…it sucks No refuge..Scrooge rules.. Stooges subterfuge deluge.. Fossil fuel fools.. Poleaxes..then relaxes… As the earth burns.. As it turns..on its axis.. *************** Us schmucks battling.... Puzzling...prattling clucks... Aloof to proof....daft defiance.. Shucks the sleuth of science.. ************** Glower at their ivory tower.. Cruise ship trip fillip.. Dour baby boomer power.. ****** Absurd herd..cans compliance Uncouth trampling truth.. Nip & tucks alliance.. Mottled rucks…throttled petro bucks... Plucks for retro reliance.. ******* Muzzling…weasel hatchets meddling... Diesel guzzling trucks.. Saluting...

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Meandering meadows broken by a tossing garbling brook…strewn..rocks hewn embossing...marbling and moss flossing Awoken whispers spoken..cantankerous coughing eddy wheezes..then a curmudgeonly icy mirror hush Reckoning breezes yield cats' paws beckoning…teases across the flanking field Fairies’ wield spells conveyed in lush dappled glades of plush bluebell dells Stacked cumulus collage..shield montage cracked by dazzling azure shard mirage Chubby clouds’ japes..conjuring...

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Will Putin listen? Siberia gulags glisten Hysteria seeds myopia Creeds..deeds feeds dystopia Crimea bleeds...greed cornucopia Impassioned stock shock rationed Shepherd & flock fashioned Russian roulette yet again Ukraine disdain cam-pain Vladimir fears Scurrilous sneers Mutinous jeers Career nadirs Dissident disappears Old school kidology Muscovite cruel mythology Satellite strewn astrology Fossil fuel fool geology Ideology without apology Bizarre highfalutin Tsar theology Snarling Stalin’s darling anthology...

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There are three colors I see Meaning freedom for you and me Because you fight weeks and months too Defending our red, whit, and blue Risking your life night and day Every time you go away Your heart is filled with new emotions But through the hell and commotion You stay strong and really steady When needed you will be ready To utilize the...

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Here do I stand straight and strong at my post Aiming to protect my mere mortal host So statuesque yes but still as a ghost To be called upon when I'm needed most Now do I vow by my own admission Honored to serve this noble tradition The many before in this position I salute you now for you decision...

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Jamaica is our island’s name, A land blessed with so much fame. And for the part that our heroes did play, We pause to reflect and salute them today. Nanny of the Maroons was a heroine ,true and brave , And fought with all her might not to be a slave. Marcus Mosiah Garvey made us proud of our...

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Sprinkle of grit in the creases of faces terrestrial Depravity aided by YouTube love advice tutorials Doll eyes gloss lips curvaceous torso ubiquitous Entices spiceless meat frozen with unhappiness Piled minuscule crystals emenate white vibrance Pull unseasoned cuts to sea salt tumult violence Dishes missing piquant rub their raw in welcome Against uptown gusto, ditch wrinkled wearisome Screen...

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Waves Salute Sea!...

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There are three colors I see Meaning freedom for you and me Because you fight weeks and months too Defending our red, whit, and blue Risking your life night and day Every time you go away Your heart is filled with new emotions But through the hell and commotion You stay strong and really steady When needed you will be ready To utilize the...

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Pulse facing, sweat racing Light deafening sounds blinding World’s waiting, stage blazing Times nerving, ticking All of this to Salute a King Floors pouring, people raining Eagerly participating, Constantly deliberating Righteously anticipating A new world order brought about by their Master Finally, no more violence Brought about by tender silence The only nature of its science Was fearing unrestricted defiance Saluting King and Kingdom alliance Yellow majesty and glory Was...

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One and a quarter century ago, You left without revealing your treasure Of poetry written in seclusion, Meant for your eyes only and your pleasure. How surprised you would be dear Emily That through all of these years, they have survived And enchanted tens of thousands readers, Who hope our own words might be so long-lived. Modest and reclusive, you couldn’t...

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