anyone have some good poems?
 

arg! i frogot compleatly about my english homework! does anyone have a small 60 word poem they wrote? cry:

There once was a man from Bombay,
on a slow boat to China one day,
he was trapped at the tiller,
by a sex-crazed gorilla...
and China's a bloody long way.

(repeat)

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old reliable sucks dicks,
he does it for kicks.
once when he was a boy,
his father used his penis as a toy.
so for all his life
hes been searching with a knife
asking if he could please
cut off your wang and eat it with goat cheese


uber l33t p0e|\/|z0rZ

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Found in the pocket of a fallen Marine "KILLED IN ACTION" 7 June 1969

Take a man and put him alone,
put him twelve thousand miles from home.
Empty his heart of all but blood, make him live in sweat and mud .
This is the life I have to live, this soul to the Devil I give.
You have your parties and drink your beer , while young men are dying over here.
Paint your signs on the White House lawn, "Let's all get out of Vietnam " Use your signs and have your fun, then you refuse to use a gun ...
There is nothing else for you to do, then I'm supposed to die for you.
There is one thing that you should know, and that's where I think you should go .
I'm already here and it's too late, I've traded all my love for hate .
I'll hate you till the day I die, you made me hear my buddy cry.
I saw his leg and blood shed, then I heard them say "this ones dead" It was a large price for him to pay, to let YOU live another day.
He had the guts to fight and die, to keep the freedom YOU live by.
By his dying your life he buys, but who gives a damn if a Marine dies

---------Fallen------------
-by-
--------Anonymous----------
I have fallen in battle.
I see blood coming from my body.
My clothes are torn,
My arrows are broken,
I have been defeated.
The darkness has won.
I know that I am about to die.
The demon in front of me thrusts his sword towards me,
I cringe and think of everyone I love.
But a friend steps forward and takes the blow for me.
They scream out in pain and fall across my already weak and tortured body.
I cry out of pure hate and sorrow.
They died for me.
I meant so much to them that they sacrificed themselves for me.
With rage in my eyes,
I manage to stand.
I scream and grab my fallen friend’s sword.
I lunge towards the creature and slice straight through its being.
Blood is spewed on my body.
For my friends, for my family, for God,
I fight with strength and all of my heart

Im 1337 winnar! biggrin:

mine owns u

The Hour is Go
By Francis J. Turner
One's eyes close tight and families fade
when going to war which evil men made.
Though anxious and frightened we dont let it show
for the day is approaching, when the Airborne must go.

Each day now rolls past, we wait just the same,
but D-Day is near, and for this we all came.
The hour grows near, each man feels it inside,
and soon we'll be falling, with nowhere to hide.

Our eyes are now down and the chatter the same,
each weapon now loaded no longer a game.
Eagles gather round and bow your heads low,
Europe awaits, and the hour is go.

Planes rumble past as we wait for our turn,
to fly over waters we have yet to each earn.
Checked buckles and straps left nothing to chance,
The jumpmaster stands, calls "Welcome to France"

Flak turns to fire in the blackest of night,
too low, too fast, cant jump from this height.
There's no turning back, the risk has been taken,
Free fall into hell, paratroopers forsaken.

Eagles hold tight, scattered prayers to survive,
We'll hit the ground soon whether dead or alive.
A feet touch the ground each soldier turns on,
Confusion and fear are beaten and gone.

The enemy is close and sad they dont know,
the Airborne is here, it's time they must go.
The hour is now, Hilter's had his last chance,
on St. Michaels wings, we're taking back France.

This is the poem in the spearhead intro and written in the back of the game instructions, its my fav war poem.

There once was a man from Newcastle
who wrapped a piece of shit up in parcel
He sent it by plane
with a note that exlained
that it came from his grandmother's asshole

There once was a man from Nepal
who toured all the musical halls
His greatest trick
was to stand on his dick
and roll off the stage on his balls

oOo:

I got some but not on me at the moment. I got a good RCAF poem from WWII.

omg gay
 

i write haikus:


Lightning
Ruler of the sky
Descending down upon us
O majestic one

EVIL FLOWERS

TWIN SISTERS
Oh my two beauties,
Red, full and wet!
Twin sets of turgid lips,
Which do I love best.
Twin sisters beyond compare,
One midst a pale face white and fair,
The other nestled in luxuriant Raven-black hair.
How I long to kiss, lick, bite and stare,
Breath in your perfumed breathes,
Fondle and caress.
Oh my two beauties,
Bright, ripe and succulent,
Lush orchids that complement,
How I love your perfvidities.
FRAGRANT FLOWER
Oh! Those pouting lips,
That honey running fount,
Bend o'er me thy perfumed hips
That I may suck from that scented mouth
That sweet nectar that is wine to my lips.
Black bearded beast, fragrant flower of the night
Spread well those turgid petals to my sight,
Entwine me in those musky tendrils tight, but
That I may cat-like lap that soft hooded bud.
THE KISS
Kiss me now this very hour
Do give me that rose-budded flower
glistening from dabbing in the lukewarm blood of men.
Oh give me such bliss.
Give me those red pouting lips,
That I may languidly kiss
And suck from that honey-scented mouth
The sweet vapour that is thy soul
And into mine dissolve,
Wine into water, water into wine;
You into me and me into the divine.

i forgot if Haikus wee 7, 5, and 7, or vice-versa. Well whatever, just made up this haiku just for ya Scrotum

Remember to do homework
Since you forgot to
You will get a big fat F

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The sky was blue, the moon was high
We were close, she and I
Her hair was soft, her eyes were blue
I knew just what she wanted to do
I didn’t know how, I did my best
Placing my hands upon her breast
I trembled with fear, my fast beating heart
As she slowly spread her legs apart
At last I was finished, it’s all over now
My first experience with milking a cow

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you left out the part about the white stuff flowing

The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner

From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.

-- Randall Jarrell



WH

Here's one for anyone who thinks war is glorious:

Dulce Et Decorum Est
by Wilfred Owen

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned out 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 gas-shells dropping softly 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
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.

BTW,

Dulce Et Decorum Est = "It is sweet and honourable to die for one's country."

Yo yo yo,
I'm Office Depot
And if you don't believe me
Then I'm 'bout to show
Why things never come around
straight to me
Cuz I'm bout to get krunk in the street, you see
If you gonna try and mess with me
I'll make this nice and easy
Take you down with my right fist real fast
Make it so you'll never last

[quote="Office Depot":b3cb1]Yo yo yo,
I'm Office Depot
And if you don't believe me
Then I'm 'bout to show
Why things never come around
straight to me
Cuz I'm bout to get krunk in the street, you see
If you gonna try and mess with me
I'll make this nice and easy
Take you down with my right fist real fast
Make it so you'll never last[/quote:b3cb1]

Since when was that a poem numbnuts? oOo:

There was a young gigolo named Old reliable
Who said, "Screwing's one thing I do know.
While women are fine,
And sheep are divine,
Lama's are numero uno!"

Re: omg gay
 

gg edgar allan ho ed:

[quote="[1st] Maj.Sclass12":a3b70]you left out the part about the white stuff flowing[/quote:a3b70]


yea i konw, i couldn't find tht version of it, i only managed to find the shortened version...
i just did a SATS mock on tht poem last week, i didn't like it coz i couln't just read it lesurily, i had to annotate it and answer questions cry:

booohooo

[quote=Gerard]Since when was that a poem numbnuts? oOo:[/quote:e6e0b]

ahahhahhah!!! Wert, Wert, To teh Homeless.

I wanna play with little booooys
I wanna play with little girls
with the fucking little jerry curls
.... cool:

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who did nothing but sit on a bucket.
He sat there all day
And did nothing but say
"You there, bring me another bucket"

Written by me.

Rhyming "bucket" with "bucket". Pure genius.

ahh come on :)

Can you think of another word that rhymes with Nantucket and bucket? Besides "fuck it".. wait a minute.... oOo:

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who did nothing but sit on a bucket.
He sat there all day
And did nothing but say
"I hate my life, so fuck it."

There ya go.

ROFLMAO! biggrin:

gj, wooohooo

[quote="Office Depot":e2e3d]Yo yo yo,
I'm Office Depot
And if you don't believe me
Then I'm 'bout to show
Why things never come around
straight to me
Cuz I'm bout to get krunk in the street, you see
If you gonna try and mess with me
I'll make this nice and easy
Take you down with my right fist real fast
Make it so you'll never last[/quote:e2e3d]

Hehe, Office Depot you are one of the strangest phenomenons ever to come here at AA.com, almost as strange at Mista T.

Is that a compliment? oOo:

My Name is Old Glory
by Howard Schnauber


I am the flag of the United States of America.
My name is Old Glory.
I fly atop the world's tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America's halls of justice.
I fly majestically over great institutes of learning.
I stand guard with the greatest military power in the world.
Look up! And see me!
I stand for peace - honor - truth and justice.
I stand for freedom
I am confident - I am arrogant
I am proud.
When I am flown with my fellow banners
My head is a little higher
My colors a little truer.
I bow to no one.
I am recognized all over the world.
I am worshipped - I am saluted - I am respected
I am revered - I am loved, and I am feared.
I have fought every battle of every war for more than 200 years:
Gettysburg, Shilo, Appomatox, San Juan Hill, the trenches of France,
the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome, the beaches of Normandy,
the deserts of Africa, the cane fields of the Philippines, the rice paddies andjungles of Guam, Okinawa, Japan, Korea, Vietnam, Guadalcanal
New Britain, Peleliu, and many more islands.
And a score of places long forgotten by all but those who were with me.
I was there.
I led my soldiers - I followed them.
I watched over them.
They loved me.
I was on a small hill in Iwo Jima.
I was dirty, battle-worn and tired, but my soldiers cheered me,
and I was proud.
I have been soiled, burned, torn and trampled on the streets of
countries I have helped set free.
It does not hurt, for I am invincible.
I have been soiled, burned, torn and trampled on the streets of
my country, and when it is by those
with whom I have served in battle - it hurts.
But I shall overcome - for I am strong.
I have slipped the bonds of Earth and stand watch over the
uncharted new frontiers of space
from my vantage point on the moon.
I have been a silent witness to all of America's finest hours.
But my finest hour comes when I am torn into strips to
be used for bandages for my wounded comrades on the field of battle,
When I fly at half mast to honor my soldiers,
And when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving
mother at the graveside of her fallen son.
I am proud.
My name is Old Glory.
Dear God - Long may I wave.

[quote="Chronic Diarrhea":6483b][quote="Office Depot":6483b]Yo yo yo,
I'm Office Depot
And if you don't believe me
Then I'm 'bout to show
Why things never come around
straight to me
Cuz I'm bout to get krunk in the street, you see
If you gonna try and mess with me
I'll make this nice and easy
Take you down with my right fist real fast
Make it so you'll never last[/quote:6483b]

Hehe, Office Depot you are one of the strangest phenomenons ever to come here at AA.com, almost as strange at Mista T.[/quote:6483b]
...and afrodj13. THAT guy kicked ass. God bless his soul.

HA! I miss the afrodj13 option in the polls. Yeah I think he is THE biggest phenomenon to his these forums.

[quote="Office Depot":a151b]ahh come on :)

Can you think of another word that rhymes with Nantucket and bucket? Besides "fuck it".. wait a minute.... oOo:

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who did nothing but sit on a bucket.
He sat there all day
And did nothing but say
"I hate my life, so fuck it."[/quote:a151b]
Give this man the gold. This will go down in HISTORY my freinds.