Short Reveille Poems
Short Reveille Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Reveille by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Reveille by length and keyword.
HE WHO RULES THE ROOST
toddler holds the clock
reveille at five o’clock
before the cock crows
6/13/2017
Sunday rest before repetitious reveille.
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02/05/2022
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
GRAMMA SONG TO ME--
What's in a melody;
Will you come sing to me;
la de da dee;
Music reveille;
Gramma sing a song to me;
2/4/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©2019
When one hears the morning call from chase valley
sounds of nature’s reveille upon the breeze
out of these chains that refuse to set one free
thrust of the dagger.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
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
Form:
Some Kind of Misty 7-7-25 Sponsor Nette Onclaud
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Misty Roses
Roses brood in thick mists
Veiled in shades of rainbows
Covered with diamond cloaks
Touched by dawn's misty grace
Morning blesses each bloom
Grey doves coo reveille
The Rose awaits dawn
Jewelled tears to soothe
bird upon the wing
calls out reveille
waning moon exits.
The breeze whispers
spirit so free
shakes new born leaves
rustles the tide.
Morning breaks
azure sky
hides the stars.
Nature's
habit.
Pure.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
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
TRUMPETER
Sandpaper comments,
Intolerant, indignant,
White House jihadist.
UN denier,
Mega-tweeter, Putin’s pal,
Friend of common man?
Hair like swan feathers,
Lips pursed in a brassy kiss,
No friend of Dizzy.
What Reveille wakes
Billionaire soldiers of change.
Your new president.
My hope is blowing in the wind
The sting of battle is beginning to sink in
I pray into the emptiness of a clear blue sky
The sounds of Reveille and Retreat enters my mind
The Red White and Blue the Stars and Stripes
A final salute the quietness of the evening sky
Will be my last straw of hope until I die
MERRY CHRISTMAS*
M-Miraculously
E-Ecstatic
R-Reveille
R-Regenerating
Y-Yuletide
C-Christ’s
H-Heavenly
R-Righteous
I-intervention
S-Stirring
T-Towards
M-Man’s
A-Assured
S-Salvation
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 DECEMBER 2013
*Merry Christmas to you and to your families my friends!
May the newborn Christ guide and protect all of you!
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
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
Arrogant Custer thought he was the greatest thing since the invention of dynamite!
He took on Sitting Bull who outnumered him ten to one which wasn't very bright!
He led the Seventh Cavalry to disaster never to answer another reveille call!
"Yellow Hair" proved that old Biblical admonition, "Pride goeth before the fall!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Reveille called to the sound of a bugle
The regiment called to duty
The soldiers rally to the call
Its Politian’s that make the call
And pick the tune to bugle
Thier morals you're duty
A soldier as no choice but duty
And must answer the Politian’s call
And die at the call of the bugle
The mournful bugle called you to duty , and you answered the grim reapers call .
24/02/2019
Last night I cried
realized no one will understand
This is for only those
Who have seen the fire
No longer trying to explain
Sleeping, Knowing I would run
Into that storm again
For the protected children
Tarnishing my soul
But I give this heart
To the overcomer
To the eye whose apple I am
Wake to the sound of reveille
Time to stand from your slumber
Who can stand against me
For the tallest stands within
Every night as I dream
We're living as one
Despite the spaces
between.
I hold you
All through the night
I wake to Reveille
and begin to cry.
The dreams
Are so real
Reality it seems
Is no big deal.
Few more weeks
And you'll be here
Those dreams are gone
I'm holding you near.
Hold me tight
And never let go
I couldn't stand and fight
If I didn't know;
Every night as I dream
We're living as one
Despite the spaces
between.
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 is certain,
this is where my dozing ends!
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 turn inside-out
cleaning off dusty tree boughs ~
dawn takes a shower
When Christmas come in June
In the heat of the summer
And two moons shine at noon
In the heavens and yonder
When the cock crows at midnight
And birds croon at twilight
When with harmattan comes sleet
And white bears thrive in the heat
When the sea produces water fresh
And the Inferno freezes over
When the reveille sounds for retirement
And in war no one dies on the battlement
When all these happens, it is true
That's when I'll stop loving you.
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 solutions we endure pain,
and do our best at hiding our disdain.
You wear moonlight like a dressing gown,
And every eye in the house is on you.
You’re in the spotlight, center stage,
But it’s theater enough to watch you sleep.
Take your comfort for as long as you please.
I’m never in a rush to hurry the play.
I’ve got a basket full of breakfast fruit,
And steel-cut oats just as wholesome
As my noblest intentions.
When you waken in the morning
You’ll be able then to take your fill.
Reveille is zero past whenever.
You spend many years amid some crowd their world
Marking time about shadows ? Wanting, myself to react
Perhaps spin a loop or two and nucleus how they dig it when
We loose these bolts take another bite out of Jane as Joey's tune....
Knowing there is no veneer to this child albeit volatile his, multiplex flesh
Ever transmitting, revulsive frequencies ? Rhinestone reflections colourless glass
Warped mirrors oblong shores; revolving doors phantom dreams ? In reveille.
Form:
Memorial Day
Spangled white stars
Flutter on a field of blue
In quiet glens and on hills
That that remember
In taps
The spirits resting
Beneath stone markers
The battle cries and hero’s lives
Their days, now without end,
Etched in granite
Their sacrifice
Protects
Freedom’s flowing wellspring
As meadows of red poppies
Call us to recall
And silently salute this eternal rollcall
Sounding an eternal reveille
To rise beyond the fields
Where battles rage.