Short Recruiting Poems

little flower whisper
fairy with attitude
apache born

recruiting braves in their sleep
rejuvenating their ideas of bravery
giving them directions

as fierce as any tribal chief
little flower whisper...

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I dream of Gamecock victories
On courts and fields and track
I follow the recruiting trail
In hopes of all-time back;
I sit in stands, both cold and warm
To watch Garnet and Black
And even when we fail to win
It’s never for spirit they lack....

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I am the father of lies
sell your soul to me
i am the lord of the flies
I can set you free
recruiting for my army of darkness
to  kill and burn the land
rape and pillage and destroy
come forth and take my hand
for i am he who dwells below
and what i reap is what i sow...

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It’s a hunger for you
One you can’t satisfy
You settle down
Then you wonder why

Tie one down
Then on to the next
With little mind
To those you oppress

But without runners
There is no race
No way for you
To taste the chase

With your sly tongue
And your foolish smile
Recruiting isn’t hard
But you’ll bore after a while...

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The young boy didn't understand,
Why the leaves fell from autumn trees.
So one by one he would glue them back,
Recruiting help from swarming bees.

But as the wind would blow,
The leaves would come down again...
So he signed up for some nighttime help;
A small army of possums.

When his mother
Learned what he had done,
She grabbed a ladder,
And joined the fun!

16-September-2021...

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The recruiting poster incited little Lee.
He could barely wait to shove out to sea.
His cousin joined too, because joining was free.
The recruiter told them how rich they could be.

Grandma McGee got a long switch off a sycamore tree.
She went after that cagey recruiter who started to flee.
He was terrified of this woman who swung a switch like a he.
But he stopped recruiting young men from the Family McGee....

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Constantly you throb ‘pon mine 
                member
                 inciting
        recruiting all of mine

        rousing the moments
 
                adoring
                   me
               insisting I
         persist as no other

              collapsing
              entreating

                  Truly

             in your grip
               i have no 
                  mind...

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IF I WERE A POET

If you consider me a poet
Then I shall write the words
That will put down roots
And push up into your soul
To flower and blossom there
Where one concedes beauty
Without dispute or challenge
As an icon for modern times
It would be so well deserved
Yet I still struggle with it all 
Recruiting rhyme and metre
With a soupcon of metaphor
To mould words into poetry
And win your heart forever...

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