WC Living Poets Society

[i.Sarita.com]

So, I'm sure that out of the thousands of members here at the Crap, we've got a poet or two in the mix. How about we use this here thread and post some of our work (if you're able, some people are very picky about writing and not letting others see, for some reason) I wouldn't really call myself a poet, since I've only written two my entire life. But I've done both of recently. They're both military themed and are subjects that mean a great deal to me. I'd love to read some other fellow members work :-)

~Roadside Resilience

Oh what great, terrible sound!
Loud enough to quake the ground,
Ears ringing all around.

Quickly sight fades to white,
the taste of metal, but that's not right.
I feel as though my chest is tight,
am I to die on this night?

No pain I feel, my life not lost.
I'll help my brothers, at all cost.
For they I swore to battle on, to always fight.
And do what's right.

The enemy tried his very best,
to bury me with all the rest.
But I'm a soldier, through and through,
I.E.D's just will not do!~

*This one is about what it's like to be hit with an Improvised Explosive Device while riding along in a gun turret in Iraq.*

~We Are One

We feel the dust,
They felt the surf


We feel the heat of sun,
They felt cold steel surrounding them


We fight upon mighty tools of war,
They came upon floating deathtraps


We fear danger that cannot be seen,
They drove straight into its face


We hear bombs in the distance,
They heard the bullets flying overhead


We hunt a phantom,
They fought a machine


We fight through alleys of dirt,
They fought through sandy beaches


We feel the pain of loss,
And so did they


We fight in a struggle of humanity,
And so did they


We stand by our brothers always,
And so did they


We are united in arms,
And they will be with us forever



*This poem, and the attached picture, are about the bond between Infantry Soldiers past and present. Specifically the D-Day Invasion and everyday fighting in the streets of Iraq. Beyond all the political and social overtones of war, we all fought for the same reasons. Reasons that few would understand unless put in that situation. And the picture I did on GIMP, so it's not that good.

[Deleted]

I'm a dead poet OH CAPTAIN!!!!! MY CAPTAIN!!!!

Anyways great poem buddy!

[FrankGotch]

(This is one of my favorite war poems, it was written by my great great grandfather during the first world war.)

The Devil Resigns His Job

The devil sat by the lake of fire,
On a pile of sulfur keys.
His head was bowed upon his breast;
His tail between his knees.

A look of shame was on his face,
And sparks dripped from his eyes.
He had sent up his resignation
To the throne up in the skies.

I'm' down and out the devil said,
He said it with a sob.
"There are others who outclass me
And I want to quit my job."

"Hell is not in it with that land
Which lies along the Rhine.
I'm a has been and a piker,
And therefore I resign."

"One ammunition maker with his
Bloody shot and shell.
Knows more about damnation,
Than all the imps of Hell."

"Give my job to Keiser Wilhelm
the author of this war.
He'd understand it better,
A million times by far."

I hate to leave my nice old home,
The one I loved so well,
But I feel that I'm not up to date
In the art of running Hell."

D.E. Case 1916

[i.Sarita.com]

That's a pretty awesome poem Mr. Gotch

[FrankGotch]

Apr 4, 2009 3:27:38 GMT -5 i.Sarita.com said:

That's a pretty awesome poem Mr. Gotch

Thanks, I have a whole book filled with poems, and short stories that he wrote from the time he was a teen all the way until his death in the 1960's. That book is easily my most treasured possession.

[Avalanche Alvarez]

Let me try.

I have cans and nicknacks
They clutter my room
Have to store them
I must resume
Wife says "schmuck, just put up a shelf"
Go to Ikea, I'll put it up myself.
Spend $10.00 for a friggin' "Kromf Veeper"
Should've gone to Home Depo, would've been cheaper
Use a stud finder? No, use a hammer and tap
Big hole in the wall, my wife gives me a slap
Determined to finish, where are my nails
Mark two spots on the wall, my hammer it sails

PULL YOUR THUMB AWAY, FOOL!

Why don't I listen?
I see stars, I feel pain
And the blood starts to glisten
I'm cursing and shouting, I'm kicking a chair
I scream at the hamster, she pretends not to care
I wrap up my thumb, I still feel it throb
I return to find my wife finished the job
"There you go, sweetie", she kisses my cheek
And the stuff remained on the floor for a week
"The shelf is up" my wife says "What's the delay?"
"I'm playin' Playstation, I'll do it Sunday"

I wake hours later, my jaw is quite numb
And throbbing much harder than my poorly wrapped thumb
Learn this valuable lesson and you won't need to grieve
Do as your wife says or learn how to bob and weave



A.A.z

[Strotha]

I'm a poet/song writer, but I don't think any of my writing is postable here.

[rchi84]

there comes a time when a man must,
do what a man must do.
although it may shame him to,
a man must do what a man must do.

if he punches you in the head,
throw back your head, let out a yell.
if he slaps you in the chest, "Wooo!"
the audience will cast this spell.

when a fella gives you a kick,
leap back at least twenty feet.
you may face giants, dead men and boogeymen,
but Hulkamania will always have you beat.

beware the man who tapes his fists,
always do as he tells you to.
beware the one who you cant see,
he will always STF (yo)U.

beware the one who is straight edge, for
he has the nuclear heatz.
know your copeland from the adam,
or your title shots will cease.

do not talk to a vicious viper, when
he's talking to the voices in his head.
do not mock a man's chaps, or
you'll be super kicked instead.

when you meet a man called ziggler,
always shake his hand.
in a room called limbo, you'll find
Hbk's smile and Candice's magic wand.

stay from the beasts who lurk around,
the festering internet wrestling boards.
they may praise you to the skies and then
put you to the sword.

heed these words well young one,
as you step into the ring.
it may seem like a wonderful life,
just wait till jillian sings.