Blow Your Bugle, Soldier Man
Blow your bugle, soldier man
For our young heroes
In their flag covered boxes
In the few years they lived
We taught them
How to die for
Love of country
They are home now
Blow your bugle, soldier man
Blow Taps
It’s lights out
poem by Stanley Cooper
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Haunting Memories of Ueno Station, Tokyo,1946
Orphaned children
Hungry
Scavenging
Lost
Pleading
Chocoletto. ..Cigaretto
Haggard
Hollowed cheeks
Vacant eyed
Lifeless
Pleading
Chocoletto...Ciga retto
Horrors of war
Pain
Agony
Aged children
Pleading
Chocoletto...Cigaretto
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Cat Of Nine Tails
Cats, they say, live nine lives
It’s a cat-astrophic theory
When one is gone, eight survive
It’s cat-egorically eery
Thirty six legs and eighteen eyes
Each one a cat of nine tails
Felines deserve the longevity prize
As they through their nine lives sail
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Ungodly Wars
Praying on bended knee
God loving, they claim to be
But discredit all that's taught
When religious wars are fought
God fearing
Is not war adhering
'Love thy neighbor'
Not with guns and saber
'Thou Shalt Not Kill'
God's written will
It's ours to reason why
Not to fight and die
Religious Wars…
God loving?
God fearing?
God awful!
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Latitude and Longitude
Years ago I learned about longitude in high school
It was, they taught, an important geographic tool
But now with my grown-up sophisticated attitude
I find longitude no more prodigious than latitude
With longitude and latitude I can travel across the nation
You know where you’re at when used in combination
But with total honesty I must confess
I’m lost one mile away from my home address
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Tongue In Cheek (2)
Some things written with tongue-in-cheek
Misunderstood can cause some pique
If someone who is humorless
Fails to see your fun finesse
Humor is a trait to treasure
A trait most often spreading pleasure
To spread a laugh, a smile or two
Seems the human thing to do
Yet sometimes when one’s too cheeky
He may seem to some a bit too freaky
So it may be wise to show restraint
‘Cause freaky is what you know you ain’t
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Justice Served
It’s foolhardy and naively absurd
Believing attorneys every word
When they with legalizing fury
Sum up their case to a befuddled jury
One must wonder if each witness
Could pass the grade in the test of litmus
Or if the sitting magistrate
Should the attorneys castigate
Too many cases are fraught with flaw
To render justice in a court of law
We hope the principles get what’s deserved
With proper decisions so justice is served
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Why Ist It That Way?
Artists who draw cartoons are cartoonists
Musicians who play bassoons, are bassoon-ists
Players of violins are violinists-flute players flutists
Then why aren’t drummers drum-ists?
Could the writer of Haiku be a Haiku-ist
Or the rider of a bike a bike-u-ist?
Why are linguists not language-ists
Or photographers photo-ists?
Who conjures these very English-isty rules list?
Most probably an English lingu-isty fool-ist
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My Sport-in Life
Golf, baseball and girls, scantily clad
Obsessions of mine when just a young lad
Not listed here in order of rank
Baseball came first, to be perfectly frank
Sports took a back seat as time flew on by
To girls, clad or not, to this more mature guy
Baseball and golf, great in their place
They can’t be compared to a females embrace
Now that I’m aged and much more mature
Girls, clad or not, are somewhat obscure
Golf, baseball and girls, scantily clad
Obsessions of mine, I’m glad to have had
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Poor Poor Kids
Be quiet! Don't make a sound!
Speak when you're spoken to!
What awful fearful bounds
Speaking only on cue
Poor poor kids
You can't go out and play today!
It's punishment, unfitting the crime
This parental power display
For kids, like serving hard-time
Poor poor kids
Adults wield such power
They must be listened to
They can their poor kids cower
As they dim their kids world view
Power seeds have been sown
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