Col. Kurtz 0 Posted June 11, 2003 I did the following poem for school a few weeks ago. In distant lands, people kill each other for money, power and land The whole concept is utterly insane, but it takes place all the same Young people sent to war for reasons that are filled with lies galore Soldiers born to kill, born to die, their families made to cry as their loved ones die Gunfire, shellfire, hellfire eat them up;at home those unaffected live removed form the carnage of war On the the television screen, a manipulated version of this is seen When people can only see from one side, it is easy for them to decide That what they are told is right, and the war alright It is all to the delight, of those who profit outright from the carnage of war Death and destruction all to the beat of wars drum Not the greatest, but my teacher liked it at least. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Jinef 2 Posted June 11, 2003 What bunch of sombre sods you are! Well here is a little jolly poem to lighten the mood. Cuccu Song Summer is icumen in, Lhude sing, cuccu! Groweth sed , and bloweth med, And springeth the wude nu- Sing, cuccu! Awe bletheth after lomb, Lhouth after calve cu; Bulluc sterteth, bucke vertheth; Murie sing cuccu! Cuccu, cuccu, wel singes thu, cuccu: Ne swike thu naver nu; Sing cuccu, nu, sing cuccu, Sing cuccu, sing cuccu, nu! - Anonymous (1200) Well it was naff, but still jolly Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
killagee 0 Posted June 11, 2003 Ok then. Here's a poem I wrote for my girlfriend at the time. She is a First Class airhostess who flies with Emirates and lives in Dubai in the U.A.E. I live near the South Pole. Long Distance doomed to failure... Emerald Angel Bring on the wind Let me catch the breeze to fan the flames that fuel your desire girl How can I forget your emerald eyes crystal clear green alpine fresh Damned Angel wings will carry you away I envy the man that’s there where you land You’ve stolen my heart Keep it as an Eagle on your shoulder always ready to kiss the back of your neck You should rent space in my mind * Copyright: Chris Gee 2002 P.S. For people that think soppy poems are gay... A good poem can get you very well laid! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
cam0flage 0 Posted June 11, 2003 What bunch of sombre sods you are! Well here is a little jolly poem to lighten the mood.Cuccu Song Summer is icumen in, Lhude sing, cuccu! Groweth sed , and bloweth med, And springeth the wude nu- Sing, cuccu! Awe bletheth after lomb, Lhouth after calve cu; Bulluc sterteth, bucke vertheth; Murie sing cuccu! Cuccu, cuccu, wel singes thu, cuccu: Ne swike thu naver nu; Sing cuccu, nu, sing cuccu, Sing cuccu, sing cuccu, nu! - Anonymous (1200) Well it was naff, but still jolly  It might be a bit difficult for people to read this in Middle English so I took the liberty to translate it A very nice little poem, by the way The Cuckoo song Now the summer has arrived; Loudly sing cuckoo! Seeds and meadows flourish now, So loudly sing cuckoo! Sing cuckoo! The ewe is bleating for her lamb, The cow lows for her calf; The bullock leaps, the buck is farting, Gaily sing cuckoo! Cuckoo, cuckoo! You're singing's really top; Now please don't ever stop! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Jinef 2 Posted June 11, 2003 Lol m8, i doubted many people would be able to understand it, Middle English is a bit of a bastard. Part of my A-Level was on Chaucer's Cantebury Tales so i am fluent. I'm suprised you like it, i thought it was a bit silly, a good poem is Twa Corbies, Scottish and Irish poets are really good in my opinion. I'm surprised you got the definition of vertheth! Isn't really used a lot in poetry, lol. I agree Killagee, although i never have actually read poetry to get laid, i am just a bit more sensitive than usual and am empathetic. Edit: Murie = Merry i think, sounds better. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
FallenPaladin 0 Posted June 11, 2003 What bunch of sombre sods you are! Well here is a little jolly poem to lighten the mood.Cuccu Song Summer is icumen in, Lhude sing, cuccu! Groweth sed , and bloweth med, And springeth the wude nu- Sing, cuccu! Awe bletheth after lomb, Lhouth after calve cu; Bulluc sterteth, bucke vertheth; Murie sing cuccu! Cuccu, cuccu, wel singes thu, cuccu: Ne swike thu naver nu; Sing cuccu, nu, sing cuccu, Sing cuccu, sing cuccu, nu! - Anonymous (1200) Well it was naff, but still jolly  It might be a bit difficult for people to read this in Middle English so I took the liberty to translate it A very nice little poem, by the way The Cuckoo song Now the summer has arrived; Loudly sing cuckoo! Seeds and meadows flourish now, So loudly sing cuckoo! Sing cuckoo! The ewe is bleating for her lamb, The cow lows for her calf; The bullock leaps, the buck is farting, Gaily sing cuckoo! Cuckoo, cuckoo! You're singing's really top; Now please don't ever stop! The funny thing with darkage english is that the grammar is almost like our german grammar. Even lots of the words sound and mean the same. It`s nice because you understand some english and don`t even have to translate it. ;) I`ll show it by comparing the first two lines of old english with german. Summer is icumen in, Lhude sing, cuccu! Sommer ist einhergekommen, laut singt der Kuckuck! Thy sword so swift. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Jinef 2 Posted June 11, 2003 Anyone got copy of Jabberwocky? Lewis Carrol i believe. That's good, it was when people were questioning why things are called what they are. It's got a sword in it so it's war related... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
FallenPaladin 0 Posted June 11, 2003 I can only remember a movie called Jabberwocky. It was set in the darkage and there was a monster in the forest which devoured poor people. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tex -USMC- 0 Posted June 11, 2003 `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!" He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought -- So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. "And, has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!' He chortled in his joy. `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Starr-QSF- 0 Posted June 12, 2003 Alright, this first one I wrote about a week and a half after Operation Iraqi Freedom started. After going to school and listening to everyone talk about how "cool" it was that they could watch all the stuff on TV, I wrote this poem. I guess I was kinda tired of hearing people think that they knew what it was like to be over there by just watching TV and making it a "spectator sport"... so, here we go. Public Sentiment Yesterday our men went to war And today they have come home Their families cheer and greet them But the public leaves them sorely alone They come home to their wives And give their kids an excited hello While the general populous Buries the memories deep below The country does not want to remember All the sorrows that have befallen our guys They just want to blissfully go on Eating their overpriced burgers and fries Some may beep their horns or wave But most just ignore and put to shame They don't respect what our men went through They just think the news videos were lame But I've looked upon their brave faces Seen the fear and grief they'll forever dream They'll always dream of the worst No matter how good it may seem I lost my father to the battle Our eternal battle for freedom and justice I sorely miss him to this day I hope he's above, looking down on us For one day soon, we will be there Standing in our fathers' shoes We will have our own great war to fight And by God, we won’t lose Cause we’re part of the US Army We’ve got the 101st and the 3rd We’ll fight and die for our country Until respect the public has learned This next one I really love. It kinda is like the first poem I, but it's better written in my opinion. This was written by an unknown Army Ranger. A Ranger Died Today He was getting old and grouchy and his hair was falling fast, And he sat around the Legion, telling stories of the past. Of a war that he had fought in and the deeds that he had done. In his exploits with his buddies; they were heroes, everyone. And 'tho sometimes, to his neighbors, his tales became old hat, all his buddies listened, for they knew whereof he spoke. But we'll hear his tales no longer, for ol' Lou has passed away, and the world's a little poorer, for a Ranger died today. No, he won't be mourned by many, just his children and his wife. For he lived an ordinary, very quiet sort of life. He held a job and raised a family, quietly going on his way; and the world won't note his passing; 'tho a Ranger died today. When politicians leave this earth, their bodies lie in state, while thousands note their passing and proclaim that they were great. Papers tell of their life stories, from the time that they were young, but the passing of a Ranger, goes unnoticed, and unsung. Is the greatest contribution, to the welfare of our land, some jerk who breaks his promise and cons his fellow man? Or the ordinary fellow, who in times of war and strife, goes off to serve his Country and offers up his life? The politician's stipend and the style in which he lives, are sometimes disproportionate, to the service he gives. While the ordinary Ranger, who offered up his all, is paid off with a medal and perhaps a pension, small. It's so easy to forget them, for it is so long ago, that our Lou's and Tom's and Johnny's, went to battle, but we know. It was not the politicians, with their compromise and ploys, who won for us the freedom, that our Country now enjoys. Should you find yourself in danger, with your enemies at hand, would you really want some cop-out, with his ever waffling stand? Or would you want a Ranger, who has sworn to defend, his home, his kin, and Country, and would fight until the end? He was just a common Ranger and his ranks are growing thin, but his presence should remind us, we may need his like again. For when countries are in conflict, then we find the Ranger's part, Is to clean up all the tousles, that the politicians start. If we cannot do him honor, while he's here to hear the praise, then at least let's give him homage, at the ending of his days. Perhaps just a simple headline, in the paper that might say: OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING, FOR A RANGER DIED TODAY. Hope ya liked the poems guys. God bless all the soldiers of the world. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
killagee 0 Posted June 12, 2003 There is an official Unknown Soldier Verse, Written in the 16th century, but I cant find it. Anyone else seen it? Found this one though. Its nice. The Unknown Soldier The unknown soldier, I'm sorry, I don't know your name. How do you handle your stardom ? Cope with anonymous fame ? We owe you so much, have so much to be thankful for, you gave your life for us, fighting someone else's bloody war. And I try to picture you, teenaged and full of spirit, I don't believe you would have questioned, the war, and why you was in it. So you would have said farewell, to your family, maybe a friend, never thought about not coming back, didn't imagine your journey's end. You went straight into battle. Blood, guts, shells, gas and noise. Just can't imagine the destruction, caused by the distant generals' toys. You were struck your mortal blow, I can see you bloody and dying, maybe thinking of your loved ones, maybe even crying. Maybe you would have been scared, maybe glad your war was done. But your pride and spirit wouldn't have faltered, to the end you were your country's son. Because you knew what you was fighting for, back when men were truly men, and despite the horrors that you endured, without hesitation, you would do it all again. I look at the world you fought for, (with the benefit of hindsight). I question the worthy sacrifice, would I send my sons to fight ? And after searching my soul, I find the answer deep within. Liberty is worth dying for, without freedom, you can never begin. And you have been dead many long years, your glory is moving to history past. But I know your legend will live on, I know your unknown name will last. Copyright Allen Jesson 2001 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
killagee 0 Posted June 13, 2003 This one is pretty offtopic but kinda interesting... UnTied 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! Copyright: Chris Gee 2002 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
