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Old 11-20-2010, 01:14 AM   #1
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Default Poetry, Poems and Poets

While reading replies in another thread, I got to thinking. Usually not a good thing.
Is there a certain Poem or Poet that you enjoy or makes you think of something from your life?

When I was in The Marines, I was doing some special training, this poem was played, at the time seemed like forever. It didn't really bother me that much because I actually enjoyed it.
I am going to share it with you, if any of you have that one poem post it for others to enjoy.

Maybe someone will find a poet they haven't heard of and will enjoy it.

Rudyard Kipling


We're foot-slog-slog-slog-sloggin' over Africa -
Foot-foot-foot-foot-sloggin' over Africa -
(Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin' up an' down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!

Seven-six-eleven-five-nine-an'-twenty mile to-day -
Four-eleven-seventeen-thirty-two the day before -
(Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin' up an' down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!

Don't-don't-don't-don't-look at what's in front of you.
(Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin' up an' down again)
Men-men-men-men-men go mad with watchin' em,
An' there's no discharge in the war!

Try-try-try-try-to think o' something different -
Oh-my-God-keep-me from goin' lunatic!
(Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin' up an' down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!

Count-count-count-count-the bullets in the bandoliers.
If-your-eyes-drop-they will get atop o' you!
(Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin' up an' down again) -
There's no discharge in the war!

We-can-stick-out-'unger, thirst, an' weariness,
But-not-not-not-not the chronic sight of 'em -
Boot-boots-boots-boots-movin' up an' down again,
An' there's no discharge in the war!

'Taint-so-bad-by-day because o' company,
But night-brings-long-strings-o' forty thousand million
Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin' up an' down again.
There's no discharge in the war!

I-'ave-marched-six-weeks in 'Ell an' certify
It-is-not-fire-devils, dark, or anything,
But boots-boots-boots-boots-movin' up an' down again,
An' there's no discharge in the war!

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Old 11-20-2010, 01:22 AM   #2
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i usually favour the dirty ones but no poet ever really fesses up to writing em *sigh*

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Old 11-20-2010, 01:45 AM   #3
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I see the shadows chasing behind the day
I feel the sorrow pushing the joy away

I remember the bars around my heart I lived there many years
I remember her, she turned the key, released me from my fears

I cannot live without her, she gave me first life
I cannot survive on me alone, I am the slicing knife

I cut them all, all who care....I stab them in the heart
I take from them the will to love and tear their trust apart

I leave myself behind my cage alone with all my rage
Without her love, my life is best lived within this cage

I've ripped and torn and stained with blood all that I have touched
All but her, the only one who ever loved too much

Now I see the empty, I feel the vacant near
The heart that was alive, now is dead my dear

Again behind these eyes I die
Again through this smile I cry
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Never had much interest in poetry. I do have a few limericks committed to memory and quite a large repertoire of raunchy cadence calls that can still bring a smile to my face!
"The older I get, The better I was"
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Originally Posted by JonM View Post
i usually favour the dirty ones but no poet ever really fesses up to writing em *sigh*
You never heard of e.e. cummings? Search his poetry. And it fits well with your typing because there are no caps in his name. But, a dirty poet he was.

Some of my favorite poets:


Poe is my absolute favorite poet. If you like darkness, check up on Rimbauld (Ram-beau). Keep in mind that the history of the poet is as important as the poetry.

I've never been a huge Frost or Keats fan, but simplicity and complication (respectively) seem to be popular with many folks.

There are some "Cowboy Poets" out there that have some entertaining stuff.

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