Gary Posted July 24, 2006 Report Share Posted July 24, 2006 We have had a few requests for one and I know we have a couple of poets on the forum - so now is your big chance to spread your words of wisdom to the world. Happy posting! [ 24.07.2006, 16:24: Message edited by: Gary ] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mary Posted July 24, 2006 Report Share Posted July 24, 2006 Ahhh now to make a poem that would be apropos. Thanks Gary! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sadako Posted August 13, 2006 Report Share Posted August 13, 2006 Wow, I only just noticed the new section...where have I been in the last month???? I have missed loads Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Steve the Original Posted August 13, 2006 Report Share Posted August 13, 2006 Sadako That will teach you!! Steve Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sadako Posted August 15, 2006 Report Share Posted August 15, 2006 HEY! I have 2 jobs Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Steve the Original Posted August 15, 2006 Report Share Posted August 15, 2006 I would do but i lost your tel number!!!!!!! Steve Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bobshaw235 Posted August 15, 2006 Report Share Posted August 15, 2006 I know some poetry from the rugby club,about ladies fron nuntucket and boys on burning bridges if i can remember them i will post them for the poets amonst us. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sadako Posted August 17, 2006 Report Share Posted August 17, 2006 I don't recall giving you my number Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Steve the Original Posted August 17, 2006 Report Share Posted August 17, 2006 Sadakko Its old age its getting to you now your forgetting things!! Steve Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sadako Posted August 18, 2006 Report Share Posted August 18, 2006 I did not give you my mumber...I'm not that stupid lol...maybe it was wishful thinking? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peter T Posted August 18, 2006 Report Share Posted August 18, 2006 What's a mumber? Is this some secret thing you and Steve have going? Does Andyk know? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mary Posted August 19, 2006 Report Share Posted August 19, 2006 Peter maybe its a cross between a mumble and a number? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peter T Posted August 19, 2006 Report Share Posted August 19, 2006 Bit like a secret society? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mary Posted August 19, 2006 Report Share Posted August 19, 2006 Possibly! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jerry Posted September 8, 2006 Report Share Posted September 8, 2006 bobshaw, please refresh my memory about the lady from nantucket, who did something with a bucket? And the boy on the burning deck -- was that the one who answers -boy, you are wounded! Nay,I'm killed sire, and smiling the boy fell dead. ??? [ 09.09.2006, 03:39: Message edited by: jerry ] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Evil Sid Posted September 9, 2006 Report Share Posted September 9, 2006 do you mean this one? casabianca The boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but he had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form. The flames roll'd on...he would not go Without his father's word; That father, faint in death below, His voice no longer heard. He call'd aloud..."Say, father,say If yet my task is done!" He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. "Speak, father!" once again her cried "If I may yet be gone!" And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames roll'd on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair, And looked from that lone post of death, In still yet brave despair; And shouted but one more aloud, "My father, must I stay?" While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud The wreathing fires made way, They wrapt the ship in splendour wild, They caught the flag on high, And stream'd above the gallant child, Like banners in the sky. There came a burst of thunder sound... The boy-oh! where was he? Ask of the winds that far around With fragments strewed the sea. With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part; But the noblest thing which perished there Was that young faithful heart. Author: Mrs. Hemans Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jerry Posted September 10, 2006 Report Share Posted September 10, 2006 Thanks Evil S. I'd never heard that enigmatic story before. The way I heered it was something like a cabin boy or a young raw recruit brings a message to the captain while the ship is under enemy fire. But maybe no burning deck was involved. Or maybe the poem you posted is someone's effort to enoble that boy... why must I have this terribly high tolerance for ambiguity? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Evil Sid Posted September 11, 2006 Report Share Posted September 11, 2006 found that one after a quick search may be other versions i do not know.most people only remember the rugby club versions involving scollops Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jerry Posted September 11, 2006 Report Share Posted September 11, 2006 [ 11.09.2006, 22:50: Message edited by: jerry ] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jerry Posted September 11, 2006 Report Share Posted September 11, 2006 Thanks, Evil S. I had forgotten how Google can take a poetry line and give you the reference, so I put in the line, and it came back Robert Browning (pretty fair poet, eh, wot?)called Incident in the French Camp, and Napoleon. Somehow I had transposed that line in my mind to Lord Nelson and a burning ship. Getting dotty. (sigh) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jerry Posted September 11, 2006 Report Share Posted September 11, 2006 And then I looked up a poem that I'd lost for years, thinking it was by a different person, and using the author's name to find. It's also about an incident during war time. Pershing at the Front by Arthur Guiterman 1871-1943, written in 1915 The General came in a new tin hat To the shell-torn front where the war was at; With a faithful Aide at his good right hand He made his way toward No Man?s Land, And a tough Top Sergeant there they found, And a Captain, too, to show them round. Threading the ditch, their heads bent low, Toward the lines of the watchful foe They came through the murk and the powder stench Till the Sergeant whispered, ?Third-line trench!? And the Captain whispered, ?Third-line trench!? And the Aide repeated, ?Third-line trench!? And Pershing answered- not in French- ?Yes, I see it. Third-line trench.? Again they marched with wary tread, Following on where the Sergeant led Through the wet and the muck as well, Till they came to another parallel. They halted there in the mud and drench, And the Sergeant whispered, ?Second-line trench!? And the Captain whispered, ?Second-line trench!? And the Aide repeated, ?Second-line trench!? And Pershing nodded: ?Second-line trench!? Yet on they went through mire like pitch Till they came to a fine and spacious ditch Well camouflaged from planes and Zeps Where soldiers stood on firing steps And a Major sat on a wooden bench; And the Sergeant whispered, ?First-line trench!? And the Captain whispered, ?First-line trench!? And the Aide repeated, ?First-line trench!? And Pershing whispered, ?Yes, I see. How far off is the enemy?? And the faithful Aide he asked, asked he, ?How far off is the enemy?? And the Captain breathed in a softer key, ?How far off is the enemy?? The silence lay in heaps and piles And the Sergeant whispered, ?Just three miles.? And the Captain whispered, ?Just three miles.? And the Aide repeated, ?Just three miles.? ?Just three miles!? the General swore, ?What in the heck are we whispering for?? And the faithful Aide the message bore, ?What in the heck are we whispering for?? And the Captain said in a gentle roar, ?What in the heck are we whispering for?? ?Whispering for?? the echo rolled; And the Sergeant whispered, ?I have a cold.? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Evil Sid Posted September 12, 2006 Report Share Posted September 12, 2006 i can well imagine that happening after reading it. as i read it i could imagine these people creeping along through the mud and smoke trying not to make too much noise just in case until at last they get to a certain soldier to be commended for bravery or some such. the final lines add a nice twist. it has a similar style to some of the marriot edgar poems. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jerry Posted September 15, 2006 Report Share Posted September 15, 2006 When I was in third grade our teacher asked us to come up with a poem. Next day a girl raised her hand and said she had one. She declaimed: Spring is here. Birds cheer. Next day a scruffy boy that no one would ever suspect of being a poet raised his hand and offered: Spring is here. Birds cheer. Flowers bloom, every year. If we change every to ev'ry, I believe that almost SCANS!!! Close, but no cigar. At the time though the whole class was just knocked over in astonishment at such talent. Huzzahs and hurrahs. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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