Short Salutes Poems
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‘ Lord Alfred Tennyson … ’ (Classical-Tribute) 62nd Senryu
Tennyson Thundered
‘ The Charge Of The Light Brigade ’
Salutes … Six-Hundred
Scotland, rich in pride
Braw mountainous scenery
Stands proud and salutes
Saltire shares the wind
Tartan Highlanders kilted
Kingdom of the clans
"Gods"
the God in me
salutes the God in You
the prodigy Peace our progeny
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
prodigy
progeny
peace
If an ant salutes an elephant
an elephant does to a mountain
a mountain to the Sky
no one sees except God
Form:
The Vintage Queen
Writer tributes to The Queen Marlene Willough
A soft and firm pillow
An actress who kept us entertained for years
One of us and one in a million
A precious ruby whose price is in trillion
A star who ruled the stage
ARK salutes you Miss Vintage.
A foursome of squirrels wait
As the turkeys on three
Putt out.
The pond ripples
As the lone goose
Ponders his choice
Dog park spaniels run free
Their owners
Left holding the bag
A window cat
Salutes the sun
Feline yoga
John G. Lawless
©1/14/2023
A Doctor of proctology
I can spot them a mile away
with or without the hats
nor the Nazi salutes
they may love their dogs to the max
canines won’t paw out their faults
Oh what stories vets could tell
the owners be in prison
or dropped down where they belong in hell
The clouds in their clothes
Rock and roll, swirl and twirl
With mighty might grace
The moon in her race
Salutes the skies, toughens ties
Attraction that dyes
Even tiny eyes
Captures these moments up high
As the sun's tail dyes
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Contest Name October Sky (three headed haiku)
Long ago
In my youth
I did ride
But few did
As we rode
As we passed
We would salute
A fist raised in the air
There was pride
There was a bond
It was special
Long ago
Time has changed
Salutes did stopped
We’d rise a fist
They would not
Long ago
There was a bond
Long ago
A fist in the air
morning salutes the new coming day
as the sun looks down tenderly
casting it's eyes to the two lovers
** sitting**
** gazing**
hands entwined
mornings breath blew gently upon their faces
as they nestled in a warm embrace
clinging
touching
as passion begins to flare
in the early mornings light.
7/28/12
Happy Birthday to the Queen!
A royal celebration
Will be the order of the day
Within the British nation.
From fireworks and gun salutes
To Parliamentary praise,
Her subjects will commemorate
With glorious displays.
As for the Queen, she’ll take a walk
Then spend the day at home
Paying just as much attention
To the hoopla as this poem.
In isolation revelling...
reincarnate the course...
the subject of all reasoning...
ovation salutes applause...
consolidate all memory
disguise the mask belief...
Retreat in ring of silence
Is where all judgement meets...
despair without resolution...
To conquer fear in all dreams...
To follow all reasoning...
Truth, lies, in sceptic screams...
South Africa salutes Dr. Martin Luther King Jr!
They gunned you down,
on this April day,
all those years ago,
yet you live, you breathe!
They gunned you down,
just as they did Chris Hani and M.K. Gandhi,
and they failed, as they always will,
for they can never kill,
your dream, your ideals.
Your dream, your ideals,
live, and breathe,
still!
Form:
elephant with tusk
salutes all by dancing head
rider thinks his fun
Many from buildings
others from running buses
enjoys the moment
"Cherry Ripe"
My morning
speaks
softly sanguine
blood red
Oranges squeezed
The juice on my lips
paint yours
the pink velvet
softly teased
Cherry ripe
South side salutes
seduction
tantalizing blue flames
and the golden fire burns
a dangerous mystery
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
The greatness of a country
lies in its fortified unity:
one soul, one mind, one ideal;
woe to him if truth
does not honor his promised words,
they'll strip his title of all
dignity and pride...
many before him have sworn
an oath of true infamy.
He salutes his flag
in a military pose;
silence fills the hall,
the voters give him
a long standing ovation:
he's their President.
Written on 7/22/2016
Most ardent Baron, nostalgic Bliss
Lover of land and the mighty sea
What more could you not resist?
Belize of my birth salutes thee.
Generations pause or linger
Where your ashen self yet slumber,
ships passing in the night have seen
Your phallic gift sparks new beams.
Lofty spot of courteous transplant,
"On your mark! get set! go!"
We're blessed, staying in the know,
Our youth still thrives triumphant.
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J just as cold a March and December
A always is the month of the wolf
N National spaghetti day on the forth of the month
U usually on the 3rd day it’s Festival of Sleep and Fruitcake Toss day
A and January named after the Roman God Janus
R run up the Flagpole and see if anyone Salutes Day on the second day
Y year is new so it’s a new year welcome to the quary it’s January
1/5/19
Written words by James Edward Lee 2019
The lion roars
The jungle salutes
To the king
All answer to him
All follow his commands
The lion watches
Seeing the furtheist points
The savannah horizon
The gripping heat
The silent leader
Who masters all
The lion walks
With steps that demand attention
At the top of the food chain
Running with might as needed
Catching prey
Admiration praise from his kin
A prideful bunch
A wild full heart
Forbidden nectar taste so sweet
She smiles as I play in her garden of eden
Her lips pucker anxiously, but her face remains completely still
Body grabs have escalated dramatically
Slow and steady has transitioned into aggressively rapid
She is the completion of a strenuous journey
To go where many have only dreamed
Selective service of pleasure
Duty calls for the firm and rigid soldier
Playing civilian, she salutes for her commanding officer
Yes Sir!
Listen to poem:
Young Eagles
David J Walker
A Roll Call of names
A muster of formation
The appearance of attention
To details
Memories and visions
In sedulous frames
All that remains
Though memory so often
Fails
Lessons learned in
Salutes returned
Each in context of
when
and why
Deny
the passage of time
you may
refrain from giving the day
a name
And learn how
not to cry
Once upon a ceremony
When young Eagles
Learned to fly
I.
The rhythm of war is the ancient roll
Of the tattering, martial drum,
The slick of the boots—and the perfect salutes—
The drummer boy’s dum-da-dum.
II.
The lyrics of war are the usual ones
Politicians can spout with aplomb:
“God bids us begin—and this war we can win
--He blesses our cause and our Bomb.”
III.
The tune of the war is the ancient cry
Of mothers’ and sisters’ moan
(And the children’s and wives’) with the heart of their lives
Down under a flag-draped stone.