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Come and have a go if you think you're poetic enough!

#1
I have penned a little ditty for Rememberance Day. Just felt like it, thought I would share it. Im' a poet and I did not realise that (fcuk that could flow better for a start)

Many nationalists/republicans have a problem with rememberance sunday. I don't get this, never did. I always tell them I wear a poppy for everyone and anyone who died, Irish, British, German, Polish, etc.

My wee poem isn't a dig at them but it is about those who do not remember how we got to where we are as individuals, families and collectively as a country through the sacrafice of others.

I realise this is the Naffi so do your worst :wink:

Dirt under nail

I am dirt under nail
I am gravel, I am shale
Churned by corrupt uncaring traffic
Sneered at by the weak and tragic

I stalk corridors elite, elect
I surprise the circumspect
The careful, guarded politic
The urbane, oily, shiny chic

The grins of spite, the empty eyes
Dinner suits with black bow ties
Wash blooded hands before they dine
Nose the rich red bloody wine

But in the corner of each hand
A mark of Cain in earth or sand
Defect dulls their perfect pallor
Tale tattooed of gambled valour

Confuse, forget, lavishly deny
Staged regret, peppered public lie
In their quiet midnight mind
Young souls mark sleepless time

Remember me for what I was
Not dirt, nor grist, or chaff, not must
Not war machine or number tallied
Strength of arms or brave cheer rallied

I am laughter still to be heard
Tenderness no longer shared
Potential, purpose, life unseen
I am what I could have been

And still, I breathe through others breath
My heart holds time in many chests
Our lives were more than greasy bets
Banked by brokers derelict

Eleventh day, eleventh hour
Wear that blood red gaudy flower
Lest they in power ever fail
I am dirt, under nail.
 
#3
Well I did put this in another poetry thread earlier but I'll post it here, It was written yesterday rather hastily and it's my first attempt.


The Casualty

Another flight to Sangin,
To bring back what was lost
We picked up three times casualties
A mess of blood and dust

Panthers claw in full swing
Rounds hitting everywhere
We carried them to the Chinook
It's safer in the air

Your eyes were still wide open
Your face a ghostly stare
In the confusion I didn't notice,
That your mate was sat right there.

So I covered what was left
With a bag made for a bin
Oh what shame I felt
When here lies a fallen King.

We climbed above a contact
And as the rotors spinned
I had to grab the bag
Almost lost it in the wind

So I held the bag around you
Your name to me unknown
But I'm proud I held you brother
For your final journey home.



I found out the name of the name of the guy when I went to his vigil in camp bastion, but won't mention it here for obvious reasons.
 
#4
I used to be a Squaddie
With a heavy SLR

I stood and faced the Russians
And drove a tax-free car

I put mayo on my chips
And fell over in the Mess

I drunk lots of German lager
And nobbed whores I must confess

On Poppy day you'll find me
Propping up the bar

As I try to get the barmaid
To take off her keks and bra
 
#8
LAIT said:
mark1234 said:
Well I did put this in another poetry thread earlier but I'll post it here, It was written yesterday rather hastily and it's my first attempt.


The Casualty

Another flight to Sangin,
To bring back what was lost
We picked up three times casualties
A mess of blood and dust

Panthers claw in full swing
Rounds hitting everywhere
We carried them to the Chinook
It's safer in the air

Your eyes were still wide open
Your face a ghostly stare
In the confusion I didn't notice,
That your mate was sat right there.

So I covered what was left
With a bag made for a bin
Oh what shame I felt
When here lies a fallen King.

We climbed above a contact
And as the rotors spinned
I had to grab the bag
Almost lost it in the wind

So I held the bag around you
Your name to me unknown
But I'm proud I held you brother
For your final journey home.



I found out the name of the name of the guy when I went to his vigil in camp bastion, but won't mention it here for obvious reasons.
Mark - don't suppose you could add a line about how awesomely the airspace was run in Sangin, could you?

Just kidding - top work mate.
Yup. Top work.
 
#9
The country is in shite state
The gobmint made it so
They do not give a toss for us
Its time for them to go

Be it cutting short the budget
For the troops who need it most
Or claiming some expences
For some made up mortgage ghost

They want the best for all of us
Well that is what they say
Providing you're a veggie
Or a lesbian or gay

The common man is nothing
The soldier even less
They blame it on old Maggie
But we know who made this mess

The thieves who sit in parliament
Getting richer by the day
Who cares if another soldier dies
It just a game to play

They sit around and argue
And moan about the cost
One man dead is nothing
Just another voter lost

So come the next election
Dont vote for the national front
Or labour or the tories
Because, they are all a bunch of cnuts
 

maguire

LE
Book Reviewer
#10
there was a young man from Devizes
whose balls were of different sizes
one was so small
it was no ball at all
but the other won several prizes.



here I sit
all broken hearted
thought I'd shít
but only farted.
 
#11
I posted this on a thread earlier this month, but I don't think it got the wider recognition it deserved.



He only got raped once
But strangely
Liked it.
He always walked home that way now
To get raped a bit more

But by then it wasn’t rape
He pulled his pants up
On the way to the office
A big smile
On his dial

Over breakfast
He eagerly moved along
The chair
Anticipating
The c*** up his arse

On his son’s fourteenth birthday
The doctor called
“Mate, you’ve got AIDS”

This was the 80’s,
The daughter found the body.
 
#12
Sometime last week when I got pissed
I sadly went and broke my wrist
And now I find I really miss
The joys of masturbation

Last week I had too much booze
And somehow I saw fit to loose
All of my fingers and my toes
And now I cannot pick my nose
 
#14
Gren said:
The country is in shite state
The gobmint made it so
They do not give a toss for us
Its time for them to go

Be it cutting short the budget
For the troops who need it most
Or claiming some expences
For some made up mortgage ghost

They want the best for all of us
Well that is what they say
Providing you're a veggie
Or a lesbian or gay

The common man is nothing
The soldier even less
They blame it on old Maggie
But we know who made this mess

The thieves who sit in parliament
Getting richer by the day
Who cares if another soldier dies
It just a game to play

They sit around and argue
And moan about the cost
One man dead is nothing
Just another voter lost

So come the next election
Dont vote for the national front
Or labour or the tories
Because, they are all a bunch of cnuts
Nice one Gren :D
 
#15
IF.....
________________________________________

IF you can keep your head when all those about you
Are losing theirs and rightly blaming you,
If you can trust yourself when everybody despises you,
But take your allowance regardless of that;
If you cant wait for that receipt to carry on fiddling,
Or flipping that house, cos you think its okay,
Or being so flippant, though you cant spell it,
And yet not care, cos neither can they:
If you cant count – but pretend non the less;
If you cant think – because thinking hurts;
If you can meet with Disaster and Chaos
And treat those realities with pointless spin;
If you can bear to hear the lies you've spoken
Twisted by knaves who don’t understand,
And watch our money, wasted and lost,
Only to stoop and steal some more:
If you can make one heap of all our futures
And risk it on one turn for bankers and-brokers,
And lose, and start again with all our pensions
And never breathe a word until its to late;
If you can laugh and say so what
And serve your turn long after your caught,
And so hold on till there’s nothing left
Except the Will which says to them “unlucky”
If you can talk with celebs and keep your pretences,
' Or walk with the imans – and give them the keys,
if neither foes nor common sense can hurt you,
If all men count on you, but not too much;
If you can fill that unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of bluff and cuff,
Yours is the Trough and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be an MP, my son!
 
#16
England my England

Goodbye to my England , So long my old friend
Your days are numbered, being brought to an end
To be Scottish, Irish or Welsh that's fine
But don't say you're English, that's way out of line.

The French and the Germans may call themselves such
So may Norwegians, the Swedes and the Dutch
You can say you are Russian or maybe a Dane
But don't say you're English ever again.
At Broadcasting House the word is taboo
In Brussels it's scrapped, in Parliament too
Even schools are affected. Staff do as they're told
They must not teach children about England of old.
Writers like Shakespeare, Milton and Shaw
The pupils don't learn about them anymore
How about Agincourt, Hastings, Arnhem or Mons ?
Where England lost hosts of her very brave sons.

We are not Europeans, how can we be?
Europe is miles away, over the sea
We're the English from England, let's all be proud
Stand up and be counted - Shout it out loud!
Let's tell our Government and Brussels too
We're proud of our heritage and the Red, White and Blue
Fly the flag of Saint George or the Union Jack
Let the world know -
WE WANT OUR COUNTRY BACK !!!!
 
#17
I was once a TA soldier proud and tall
I remember that day the twin towers did fall
This it boys we're in a war the thing we all trained for
We arent going to be a drinking club no more
bye to the Coy smokers and cushy weekends
we are now going to fight for family and friends
Come on Joey it's time to stand pround and do your bit
B0llocks to that says i where do i hand in my kit.

Bit dusty in here :cry:
 
#19
Womb_Poker said:
My name is womb poker
i once fukced a royal navy stoker
his bum smelt like fanny
i shouted "how you doin arry!"
and proceeded to cum on his sofa.

Laureate stuff mate. So much passion, very heartwarming.
 
#20
Womb_Poker said:
My name is womb poker
i once fukced a royal navy stoker
his bum smelt like fanny
i shouted "how you doin arry!"
and proceeded to cum on his sofa.

Laureate stuff mate. So much passion, very heartwarming.
 

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