killagee 0 Posted June 6, 2003 This might not catch on... Here are a couple of mine. Gods flowers in the Devils garden: Once your enemy now your brother united he lay this garden ploughed through this soil planted in the wake of his armour A garden for the blind A walk to leave you legless Tread careful Mother father choose your steps boy this is no toy mans work to leave women weeping metal petal sensing your weight magnets of death plastic plates an explosive crop Arab instructions in French letters on Swedish metal an English idea perfected by Germans bought with American money removed by Kiwis to stop Africans crawling This is the devils minefield planted in the name of God Hellfire I understand your fury will overshadow the truth The latest casualty printed casually smeared with spilt champaigne Leader wont you lead us into a mothers arms separated by TNT sending American Hellfire or British Brimstone from a Jewish/American Indian Helicopter ignited to travel following a laser reflection to place a fathers arms a distance from his torso to send another son screaming to your church to trigger a belt laced with hellfire and brimstone to send ball bearings and nails flying for bone to lead your leader to lead you to separate another mothers arms and leave the bigots laughing Only the brave are content with weeping Only the courageous keep their hands in their pockets to shame a coward killers mother Copyright :Chris Gee 2001 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
killagee 0 Posted June 6, 2003 Sorry. One more before I head off to work. East Timor Subsistence living from a memory of slaughter to schools built by a foreign man ridiculous bird proud on his arm Sticking its beak in long wherever there’s wrong to keep the worms away from their tumbled dry gardens Never at ease these Timorese memories burned in the brain an instant recall of pain Only a few quick years separate their peers slaughtering like beasts families fuel their feasts This has gone for decades our Leaders led us away to the sunny side up fresh eggs are pointless when spread on burnt toast Better late than never? waiting for this bus shelterless raining fire I am a proud man now proud of my little country and the big difference it makes Kia Ora Bro!! A pigmy chorus Aqua! Aqua! Sorry boys come to my house you can bath in it I shower in water and turn down my food It’s not free to wake up smiling This roof over my head has been paid for in the blood of homesick foreign men they deserved our women My neighbor won’t kill me I shall earn your days bread before I butter my own I shall toast our men and women and thank my lucky stars I shall remember the lives of men I never knew What can I say to their mothers? Sorry Thank You Copyright: Chris Gee 2002 Printed in NZ Army News, cant remember when. Maybe November 2002? Peace Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
SpeedyDonkey 0 Posted June 6, 2003 Edit: removed the lamest poem ever ... But yours was good  Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
FallenPaladin 0 Posted June 6, 2003 Yes, I`m impressed. Very good! Maybe BIS will include them in OFP2 in some cutscenes? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Die Alive 0 Posted June 6, 2003 I shot you in the head, Filled your teammates full of lead. Made you spend more money To buy the gun that's funny. In a state of rage, You trap me in a cage. I shoot a clip into your head, All of them miss, 1 shot and I'm dead. Calls of 'Cheater!' echo from my lips, While you do that victory dance with your hips. "Screw you all!" I quietly murmer, As I'm sightbanned from the server. Newbies shooting at the walls, Want to punch them in the balls. "How do you buy dem guns? Â " I want to pour water in your lungs. "WHich button doi pres too shoot?" I'm gonna kick you with my boot. "i gona kill u campr bitch!" When I hear this I start to twitch. Tie the headband round my head, Soon all those newbies will be dead! I smoothly sneak about with class, You kill me dead, shot in the ass. --Dass[MiA] Radio echos "GO GO GO!" Guess it's time to start the show. Buy an mp5 and a clip or two, A helmet and some kevlar, blue. Radio echos "Follow me." Wish I could, have to go pee. Relieve myself in the glorious throne, I come back and my guy is prone. "Dead." I say, "Guess I was asking for it." *DEAD*l337 b0y: Dass MiA, you sure suck @#%$! "Oh well," I say, "Time for more fun." DAMNIT! No cash to buy a gun! USP held in my hand, Wussiest CT in the land. Running around like a chicken in it's coop, As I enter the viscious loop. --Dass[MiA] GOGOGOOGOGOGOGO!!!!!!1 Game starts. wallhacking time! hA hA pWnEd!!!1 -=Die Alive=- Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
drewb99 0 Posted June 6, 2003 Time for some Haikus FN-Fal is best. The sound it makes is very cool. I think I have lice. Noobs are not very smart. I usually want to shoot them hard. But friendly fire is off. Z is the prone key. Using it is very smart. Noobs do not use it. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Harnu 0 Posted June 7, 2003 CS Song: (Remix of "I will Survive") At First I was afraid I was petrified But I couldn't get a frag without you by my side Then I spent so many rounds camping out on my own and I grew strong Now I'm defusing the bomb! And now I'm back, so shut your face! You cannot play as good as me you're such a fat disgrace weren't you the one who left me playing on my own? All up to me, the VIP Not chance that I I will survive as long as I out run 'em I know I'll stay alive And now you're back and expect weapons from the free But I'm saving all my money for an A-W-P CT's alright! You won't survive! Cause the second I see you in my cross you're gonna die You just TK'd to keep the frags all for your own But get ready for blatitudes of shittin out of your arm! You say it's dark and cannot tell the teams apart But that lines only and I'm as fresh as pepper chilly pot! You just want kills you do not care about your team you beat me 37 times but keep comin back and clean! He's in the pipes! Out on the lawn! You're cheating, tell me why the hell cheat scan isn't on We can't do shit by simply banning your IP So bring on down the console and ban his WON ID! Oh no not I! I will survive! No matter how much you are cheating I know I'll stay alive You may have speed cheats, or wall hacks all unseen But I've got the same ones runnin' so just try and fuck with me! Affirmative Negative Affirmative Negative Affirmative -AWP shot- Negaaaatiivveee Nothing left to do I blew your team away! THe score are 29-3 and your team cannot play The final round is coming in and you have not one ounce of class so you can take the AK and shove it right up in your ass! Now time is runnin out Five minutes on the clock! You lost your gun you lost your style you're playing shuttle cock! You and me it's one on one so one must die I'm zooming in my reticles so baby it's goodbye! Oh no not I! I will survive! CAn you remember when you fragged me and i lost my mind SO many months ago that match was far away so suddenly when I beat you you've got nothing left to say! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hit_Sqd_Maximus 0 Posted June 7, 2003 I gave you a chance. To water the plants. I didnt mean that way. Now zip up your pants! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
cam0flage 0 Posted June 7, 2003 The Wilfred Owen Association The Sentry is my personal favourite ... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
The Frenchman 0 Posted June 7, 2003 My 2nd favorite is Anthem for Doomed Youth (by Wilfred Owen of course) BUT.... my favorite is..... The Patriot Game Come all you young rebels And list' while I sing For the love of one's country Is a terrible thing. It banishes fear With the speed of a flame And makes us all part of The Patriot Game. Tis' barley two years Since I wandered away With a local batalion of the bold IRA I've read of our heroes And wanted the same To play out my part of The Patriot Game. They told me how Connolly Was shot in the chair His wounds from the battle All bleeding and bare. His fine body twisted all battered and lame They soon make him part of The Patriot Game. This Ireland of mine Has been long been half free Six counties are under John Bull's tyranny. And still deVlarea Is greatly to blame For shirking his part in The Patriot Game I dont mind a bit if I shoot down the police They're lackies for war Never guardians of peace. But yet at deserters I never let aim Those rebels who sold out The Patriot Game And now as I lie with My body full of holes I think of those traitors Who bargained and sold. I'm sorry my rifle Has not done the same For those quislings who sold out The Patriot Game Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Jamesia 0 Posted June 7, 2003 this is my favourite ever war poem about the first world war by wilfred owen. Dulce Et Decorum Est Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind. Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!-An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime... Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori. Anthem for doomed youth is a really good poem. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
killagee 0 Posted June 7, 2003 Yeah the Great War Poets were amazing. Many started writing for the Army Propoganda papers and ended just writing the truth, much of it wasnt published till well after the war. I've tried writing proper war poems, but it never works. I've never known war... ( I got beaten up for my milk money once...) John Lee Hooker: "You cant sing the blues if ya never had 'em" Attempt at proper war poem 1: Flood Red Enriched with the blood of young men these shifting soils cannot be claimed now for granted once furiously fought for flooded with the entrails of adolescence distant lands damned with the tears of mothers and lovers A steady rain of shredded shearer’s greeting mud sucked farmers with the wail of last goodbyes How can you stay here to disturb narrow furrows once crawled into animal like by scared young men Living is hard here This is a difficult land bought with the priceless cost of a generation Attemp at proper war poem 2: (Stoned 2001...) Writen after reading STALINGRAD by Anthony Beaver. Wicked book. Stalingrad via Hollywood Human animals swing at will Between beautiful butterfly Toward terrible tiger No animal deserves the insult Of being compared to human Control our own leash Fear of retribution The omniscient deity Fear of retribution Holds us back Once gone… Torture, Starve, Rape, Displace Who needs an excuse? “I have been driven for months over rotten flesh snowfields that suck at my comrades and when the opportunity arises avenge their death avenge my primitive instinct I will rape and torture Masticate my unwilling animal lover I will be victor I will forget†Go home Read the paper warm by fire As the children ready for school As the wife warms breakfast I remember nothing “I am innocent!†Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
IsthatyouJohnWayne 0 Posted June 7, 2003 Yes Wilfred Owen is surely one of the best war poets (in the english language at least ?). Ive always rather liked Owens Miners There was a whispering in my hearth,    A sigh of the coal, Grown wistful of a former earth    It might recall. I listened for a tale of leaves    And smothered ferns; Frond-forests; and the low, sly lives    Before the fawns. My fire might show steam-phantoms simmer    From Time's old cauldron, Before the birds made nests in summer,    Or men had children. But the coals were murmuring of their mine,    And moans down there Of boys that slept wry sleep, and men    Writhing for air. And I saw white bones in the cinder-shard,    Bones without number; For many hearts with coal are charred;    And few remember. I thought of some who worked dark pits    Of war, and died Digging the rock where Death reputes    Peace lies indeed. Comforted years will sit soft-chaired    In rooms of amber: The years will stretch their hands, well-cheered    By our lives' ember. The centuries will burn rich loads    With which we groaned, Whose warmth shall lull their dreaming lids    While songs are crooned. But they will not dream of us poor lads,    Lost in the ground. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
killagee 0 Posted June 8, 2003 Not really a war poem, but its kinda political, and there are always politics in war... UniTied States Every cog, on every gear in the soul of this great machine has the right to aspire to a new ratio to turn the wheels forward toward a DESTINATION that’s always moving further away The question remains who’s steering? Surely the Engine, that does the most work , en-slaved, should decide where its efforts lead. Objective opinion needed? Who should be our pilot? God? A majority of opinion of the sum of the parts? But why should the minority work at all Knowing their efforts take them away from where they want to be? Why go anywhere? Stop the Bus! There is no getting off Can we rot in our own odor any longer? Stuck firm. Solid. Anarchy then! Every part for itself! Renegade gangs of axle, lever, wheel, crusade randomly across the void This is society in a gaseous state. Flexibility! Let the engine sense its environment Re-arrange its parts as needed Snake path through obstacles Then change, quick, change machine Flowing through wherever its environment leads Forget the Government state Forget the Religious state I give you the Liquid State! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Jinef 2 Posted June 8, 2003 Some of this is really good, I won't show you any of my own A-level poetry, you might get cancer. Jay aka:Jinef Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
killagee 0 Posted June 9, 2003 Some of this is really good, I won't show you any of my own A-level poetry, you might get cancer. Jay aka:Jinef Awww go on...Bring it on Jinef! Why dont we ask the MOD's if they can delete any Negetive Critisism posts here so you dont have to worry about being slammed? I reckon we could collect some nice work in this thread. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
CoolCarlos2002 2 Posted June 9, 2003 The Same Hands Anon The same hands built and trained for war Carried me to my final resting place My name engraved on the memorial wall I find myself looking back through this honored space From this place all that I held so dear to me All that I had worked so hard to keep running The past present and future are clear to me now I am very much alive in spirit Through the Wall I can see the next Commanding Officer He makes the Memorial Wall his first visit He reads off all of our names The same hand that will send our brothers into harms way Touches the wall with a gentle firm understanding We touch back and know Our brothers are going to be taken care of Through the Wall I see a new recruit led to the wall He stands with an old timer "Never forget the price we pay" Says the old to the young The same hands still green and unsure Touches the wall with uncertainty and respect Soon the young recruit will return No longer green he will understand Through the Wall My brothers appear before a mission Faces confident and ready for battle Each looks at the wall and wonders Will my name ever be etched in stone The same hands that are trained for war Now touch the wall with gentle respect We touch back with confidence We shall meet soon my friends There is no rush We will be with you on this dark night Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
killagee 0 Posted June 9, 2003 Nice one CoolCarlos! Bring em on we want more!! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
rschaufus 1 Posted June 9, 2003 Here is one I wrote that was inspirde by Maya Angelou: To a Freedom Fighter You shudder in the saturated trench I watch your life many miles away. A dried olive wreath, of tattered times And industrial hurt. Your blood is dried Your ferocity is departed In silence, you disintegrate I see your family, they sob Louder and louder. Wrapped, dressed with a silky American Flag Cold and still, your box is loaded Finally headed home, Arlington National Cemetery awaits. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
killagee 0 Posted June 10, 2003 From Poems for Bosnia by Margret O,Brien School Bells Artillery shells are the only bells that call children to school in Sarajevo. Gone now the pretty, low buildings , the nursery colours, the nature table. Like young foxes they know the bolt-holes, sniff the sniper's shot, machine-gun or cannonfire. In wind-swept groups of four or five they edge along their fragile way to make-shift schools without desk or book. Perched in descending order on a darkened stair thin shoulders make a human desk for salvaged page blurred maxims of a lost world: torn scraps devoid of meaning where childhood is dead. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
CoolCarlos2002 2 Posted June 10, 2003 When the roll was called that morning, We listened for their names; We paused in solemn silence, For each it was the same. None answered to the roll call, Each one had passed away; We felt the pain and the anguish, On that sad and mournful day. Each of us who knew them, Knew it was not their last fight; For God will take them home, With him, they'll make their last flight. Only those who fought with them, On their final day; Know what heroes they really were, Yes heroes, we all will say. For each of them was more concerned, With the welfare of others; This selfless love they possessed, Makes us a band of brothers. There was no hesitation, With bullets round them flying; They came to help their buddies, For they knew others were dying. Yes these men were heroes, What each Warrior wants to be; But these were special ones, For they were Night Stalkers, you see. So when their story is told, Everyone will then admit; It's more than just a motto; "Night Stalkers Don't Quit!" Col. Jerry Boykin Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Jinef 2 Posted June 10, 2003 Uhhh. I found one poem, it was actually based on love but it has some reference to war. Being the sensitive creature i am, if you laugh at me i will cry! Trivial Issues Why do I love you? Is it the way you shake your hair, Or just the way you do whatever you do? Why do I even care? For it is just a trivial issue Compared to global war. What did I say, do you need a tissue? Now even speaking my mind is against the law! Oh how love is great Like a mega tsunami. Flowing like sheep to an open gate. Only now I have to join the army. So as I lie motionlessly dead, You go find another winner of the bread. I was thinking of editing that to make it less stupid, but then i thought, "if i'm going to give it to them i'll give it to them in all it's magnifigance and splendour!" As you can tell I wasn't that good at poetry, so i did better on the Language more than literature. Jay (aka:Jinef) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
killagee 0 Posted June 10, 2003 Na its sweet as it is! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Longinius 1 Posted June 10, 2003 I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air— I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may be he shall take my hand And lead me into his dark land And close my eyes and quench my breath— It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring comes round again this year And the first meadow-flowers appear. God knows ’t were better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath, Where hushed awakenings are dear … But I’ve a rendezvous with Death At midnight in some flaming town, When Spring trips north again this year, And I to my pledged word am true, I shall not fail that rendezvous. By Alan Seeger ---------------------- God and soldiers we adore, in times of danger, not before. The danger past and all things righted, God is forgotten, and the soldier slighted. By (dunno who) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Die Alive 0 Posted June 10, 2003 The Airforce regrets to say, Sometime yesterday, Captain Fielding's plane went down North of Hudson Bay. -=Die Alive=- Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
