Short March On Poems
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Once a week, rain or shine.
School assembly marching time,
Shoulders back, tall or proud,
Marching music, totally loud.
little toy soldiers all in a line,
they get knocked down one at a time.
but they march on, tiny and brave,
into the sunset, into their grave.
King Herod was such a big dummy
For armies must march on their tummy
Why would he crucify
A "FREE FOOD & WINE" guy
Who could make Army chow quite yummy?
Have Prepared for Being Panicky
We have prepared for being panicky,
About Trump and all of his insanity;
March on,
Until gone;
Having horrible effects on humanity.
Jim Horn
Simplicity rides,
Reflections whisper welcomes,
New terrains to voyage through,
Melted meadows chant
To the beat of hasty streams,
Beams of light dazzle the way.
By: Sabina Nicole
Written: 2-26-12
Contest:A Lil' Bit of Aus
rest beautiful soul take a rest
for yours is peace
the dead are not dead
beyond death live the dead
beyond the grave they march on
In a life full of spiritual vitality and power
rest then beautiful soul
for yours is glory to come
keyboard is gone and
i don't miss it,
much
cup is dry and
I look on
lovingly
ash tray is clean and
i feel the sweet
necessity of it
pages march on and
i have pangs of
pride
ink is splashed and
It is a joyful
jubilation
“No Man Is An Island”
but that was before smart phones
To text and to tweet
technology’s drones
With ear buds in place
these Stepford’s march on
Virtually connecting
— to what’s already gone
(University of Pennsylvania: June, 2025)
Surround yourself with people
Who lift you up and promote the positive
March on your path to greatness
For you only have one life to live
The time is now
Forge ahead and be a success
It is all in your mind
Continue to strive for excellence
Whither Thou Goest
Face mask now styles covers all smiles test our trials,
Naught offer chance for love's advance into romance,
Time found we spare with those we share and often care,
As time march on all lives withdrawn from dusk till dawn.
Revelations
2021 April 17
its the fall
for foot ball
soon be march on queeens
its hollween
food thats a treat
for all to eat
and being willing thinks giving
the prince was born
as the world is torn
on this day it smoke of dust
water from the wall
christmas after the fall
its the
SEASON FOR ALL
The coast is clear
We can march on withour fear.
Many mighties have fallen
They yielded not the warning.
The road,full of horrors
That inflict pain all raws.
We hold out as a team
Fighting mosters, as they teem.
Seeing now the glory ahead
Our hope revived, once dead.
good over evil
hear the call of life
march on to humanity
let's do it together
it can't be easy
when is not easy
so be human again
March on to justice
don't turn cold in a wild world
it will swallow us if we are not brave
so march up for
good over evil
Resting
Clouds above the
sea. Trotting white horses
with white knights. Make a white wall to
Defend
Defend!
Against the black
sea storm of Black horses
And knights, who march on the white wall
Slowly
Surly
I see
Clouds floating at
sea. The sun out, a storm
coming. But I believe in a
Battle
The spell should break quickly now,
and all will become distant,
like birth....
in the throes of labor,
as the tentacle grip
that has
held me
in the clutches of this moving terrain,
releases,
void of memory,
and I march on,
Pilgrims torch in hand,
held high.....
greeting the sapphire sky.
Catholics and Protestants unite
it's time to join the fight
as we march on toward that light !
It's our job to question the mob ,
as we march on toward that light !
They think it's a game
to dish us the same,
it's our job to question the mob,
as we march on toward that light !
COPYRIGHT MCCUEN 2009
With a life of hurt I MARCH ON.
With good times and bad I MARCH ON.
The battles I have lost I MARCH ON.
Wanting to give up I MARCH ON.
Given all I have to give I MARCH ON.
My body torn by unhappiness I MARCH ON.
When I am at my limit I MARCH ON.
I WILL FIGHT UNTIL THE END AND I WILL MARCH ON.
The life that's long brings to a man a change
Of those traditions then to modern thrill.
May journeys, that we're staid, now rearrange
To open thoughts and chance for a new skill.
Does work march on by rules of a new drill?
The World turns man like marbles in a jar,
And leaves him searching for a perfect star.
You stand before me as once I stood,
An Amazon of womanhood.
I cradle memory of all that means,
But only now within my dreams.
I stand before you stooped and slow
Wondering here which path to go.
Gone the courage to choose a way
Without a thought of price to pay.
Cautious now, no weapons drawn,
I step aside as you march on.
Form:
Who am I without God
That I should stay
When He has left?
Who am I without God
That I should go
Without Him?
Am I not the dust
That man march on?
How then can I be a golden vessel
If He doesn't transform me?
They said they met God Here
But He just left.
If I am to stay,
Or go, or do anything,
Then God must return.
THE CLOCK
Tick, Tick, Tick,Tick
You count my life away.
No room to be sick
So little to time to play.
Bodiless face and hands
Attract my every gaze.
And determine all my plans.
Cold, hard cogs and gears
Grind mercilessly onward
Marking time year after year.
Only forward never backward.
You march on and on
In the end I will be gone.
Out in the thickets
Time stands alone
Limping around
Minute by minute
Not hearing a sound
But a melodic siren within
Off pitch and piercing
Hold back the pain
No longer
March on it screams
March on
Let the beast devour my flesh
And allow me to
March on
* How my body feels after stepping my physical therapy up a notch
Having long ago gone past
The equinox, of my being
Now, it’s only atrophy
In myself I’m seeing
Yet, I grudgingly march on
To the solstice in my life
A meeting with that grim
And hooded thing, with scythe
But, this journey to my destiny
At the end of perdition’s road
Is made, not with heavy heart
But with joy, from easing of the load
BOEMS BY JA 286
When your silence becomes heavy as old souls
I march on Gettysburg
(There are many casualties)
As if shooting at snowflakes
When the war is over
Will make the Winter go away.
When my own voice roars like cannon long & loud
I run to my garden
(My enemies all were shadows)
As if digging up crocus
To check for new growth
Will make the Spring return faster.
STORM
thunder clashes
a deluge of rain follows
no birds tweeting
MARCH ON
the bugle’s first post
soldiers on parade
heavy footsteps
CIVIL WAR
guns in abundance
the clock is ticking fast
stalemate
SUSPENSE
atmospheric music
there’s a muffled scream
glass shattering
SNOWSTORM
heavy snow falling
all quiet on the outside
fire crackles