A Poetry thread (limericks, verse, prose too)

[tea&jam]

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

-Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae

 

[tea&jam]

Some previously posted poems

A Soldier Died Today, a poem
A Poem
A Poem..........
The Deliverer--Poem by former Marine Scout-Sniper
The Garand, a poem

 

[FS1]

Liberals loons are the first to say
We need to take your guns away
You should not even protest
For you we know what is best

Do not claim you have a right
We’ll pack the courts if you fight
If you Fuss and scream about 2A
That law was for a different day

Libs are coming of that be sure
They are a disease you cannot cure
they will take you one by one
Until they have each and every gun

For you Loons I have urgent news
You can come for them if you choose
I am armed and prepared to die
So come and get them, don’t be shy

 

[tea&jam]

There was a gay countess of Bray,
And you may think it odd when I say,
That in spite of high station,
Rank and education,
She always spelled cunt with a "k".

 

[Veer_G]

The house is now ours
Our savings account empty
Not quite penniless

 

[FS1]

There once was a Cruz name Ted
He took Amanda to bed
But she kissed and tweeted
So he was defeated
Now both faces are red.

 

[mardad]

If a skunk and a badger were ever to marry and have "em a kid or two....
You can't blame th' kiddos for stinkin' or fightin'
Their just doin' what mom and dad do.

 

[Alphatreedog]

Dare I say
She burped and she farted and she shit on the floor
And the gas from fer ass blew the cat out the door
As the moon shine bright on the nipple of her tit
She carved her initials in a bucket a shit
So look out the way for Ol Dan Tucker
He sure is a weird mother fucker
And I aint gone ta Texas no more .

 

[Dougie308]

There once was a man from Adrass
Who had two balls made of brass.
Hand clanged them together
they played Stormy Weather
And lightnining shot out of his ass

 

[Mike Casselton]

There once was a man from Nantucket,
Whose dick was so long he could suck it.

He said with a grin as he wiped off his chin,
If my ear was a cunt, I'd fuck it.



There once was a man from Boston
who bought him a brand new Austin.

He had room for his ass and a tank full of gas,
but his balls hung out so he lost 'em.

 

[Bender]

What am I supposed to do
If I want to talk about peace and understanding

But you only understand the language of the sword

What if I want to make you understand that the path you chose leads to downfall

But you only understand the language of the sword

What if I want to tell you to leave me and my beloved ones in peace

But you only understand the language of the sword

So I’ll let the blade do the talking...
So my tongue shall become iron
And my words the mighty roar of war

Revealing my divine anger´s arrow shall strike

All action for the good of all
I see my reflection in your eyes
But my new age has just begun

The sword is soft
In the fire of the furnace
It hungers to be hit
And wants to have a hundred sisters
In the coldest state of their existence
They may dance the maddest
In the morass of the red rain

Beloved brother enemy
I sing my sword song for you
The lullaby of obliteration
So I can wake up with a smile
And bliss in my heart
And bliss in my heart
And bliss in my heart

Coexistence, Conflict, combat
Devastation, regeneration, transformation
That is the best I can do for you

I see a grey gloom on the horizon
That promises a powerful sun to rise
To melt away all moons
It will make the old fires of purification
Look like dying embers
Look like dying embers
Look like dying embers


-Krigsgaldr-

 

[jrassy]

Rat shit, bat shit
Hairy old twat,
69 rubbers,tied in a knot
Eat shit,chew tit,
Gonorrhea goo,
We're from Kilo Company,
So HEY FUCK YOU.

That was a poem someone in my old unit, KILO 3/1,found in a Hustler mag. and we made it our chant while running.
It was perfect.

 

[CrazyHorse_mk14]

As read from a bathroom stall in Arkansas.

“Some people come here to shit and stink.others come to sit and think.

I come here to scratch my balls and read the bullshit on the walls.”

 

[Alphatreedog]

Do your balss hang low
Can you swing em to and fro
Can you tie em in a knot
Can you tie em in a bow
Can you put em on your shoulder like a Continental Soldier
Do your balls hang low

 

[tea&jam]

LISTENING

The goose cries, and there is no way to save her.
So many cheeps come from the nest by the river.
If God doesn't listen, why are we listening?
Very deep water covers most of the globe.
Whenever I see it, I think of St. John.
There is no remedy for deep water but listening.
The King and Queen already know about love;
They search for each other through the whole deck.
While we play our hands, they are listening.
The day we die, we'll each be like the fish
Abruptly jerked out of the water.
For him, it is the end of all listening.
Like thousands of others, I'm eating beet soup
In some Russian inn. People write letters
To me from Heaven, but I'm not listening.
The hermit said: "Because the world is mad,
The only way through the world is to learn
The arts and double the madness. Are you listening?

—from The Night Abraham Called to the Stars, Robert Bly

 

[Rthur]

Rat shit, bat shit
Hairy old twat,
69 rubbers,tied in a knot
Eat shit,chew tit,
Gonorrhea goo,
We're from Kilo Company,
So HEY FUCK YOU.

That was a poem someone in my old unit, KILO 3/1,found in a Hustler mag. and we made it our chant while running.
It was perfect.

If memory serves the first part was from George Carlin.

R

 

[Rthur]

One day in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other
Two dead policemen heard the noise
Grabbed their guns and stabbed the boys

R

 

[jrassy]

I have this poem on my wall in my home office, I read it almost every day

 

[1J04]

There once was a lady
from Wheeling
who had a particular
feeling
So she laid on her
back
and opened her crack
and pissed all over
the ceiling.

Hmpf