Favorite Poems

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  1. Ganado

    Ganado Monkey+++

    Working Man - Poem by K.J. Jackson
    Another Day
    Another dollar
    That's what I get
    For, I'm blue collar
    Working hard
    For all the bosses
    Sitting upstairs
    In the office

    Grab a coffee
    On the way
    do the same stuff
    every day
    nothing changes
    It's routine
    That's the way
    It's always been

    I am just a working man
    Doing the best job that I can
    Nine to Five, or Eight to Four
    Do my eight and out the door
    Loading trucks to hit the road
    Get 'em out with a full load
    Doing just the best I can
    I am just a working man

    Twenty minutes
    and two breaks
    That is all
    The time I take
    Sneak a smoke
    When I can
    This is the life
    Of a working man

    Old and rusted
    two tone truck
    Always busted
    Just my luck
    Working hard
    To make a dollar
    It's the lot
    of a blue collar

    I am just a working man
    Doing the best job that I can
    Nine to Five, or Eight to Four
    Do my eight and out the door
    Loading trucks to hit the road
    Get 'em out with a full load
    Doing just the best I can
    I am just a working man

     
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  2. Pax Mentis

    Pax Mentis Philosopher King Site Supporter

    There once was a girl from Nantucket,

    Wait....
    [peep]
    Never mind...
     
  3. AD1

    AD1 Monkey+++

    Or the Man from Kent......but thats bent[ROFL][grlft]ohno

    Sorry G its all PMs fault
     
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  4. marlas1too

    marlas1too Monkey++

    or see that girl dressed in red she===never mind that too
     
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  5. Ganado

    Ganado Monkey+++

    biglaff[tongue]hissyfit[eek3]madddNO!!foosed[coo][shoked][seeno][sayno][poo] monkey madness!
     
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  6. ghrit

    ghrit Ambulatory anachronism Administrator Founding Member

    More to come. Have molar marks on my tongue already ---
     
  7. VisuTrac

    VisuTrac Ваша мать носит военные ботинки Site Supporter+++

    Kipling
    If

    If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too:
    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
    Or being hated don't give way to hating,
    And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

    If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same:.

    If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
    And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
    And never breathe a word about your loss:
    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
    And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
    If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much:
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
    Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
    And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
     
  8. DKR

    DKR Interesting ideas, interesting stories

    There's something happening here
    What it is ain't exactly clear
    There's a man with a gun over there
    Telling me I got to beware

    I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound
    Everybody look what's going down

    There's battle lines being drawn
    Nobody's right if everybody's wrong
    Young people speaking their minds
    Getting so much resistance from behind

    It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound
    Everybody look what's going down

    What a field-day for the heat
    A thousand people in the street
    Singing songs and carrying signs
    Mostly say, hooray for our side

    It's s time we stop, hey, what's that sound
    Everybody look what's going down

    Paranoia strikes deep
    Into your life it will creep
    It starts when you're always afraid
    You step out of line, the man come and take you away

    We better stop, hey, what's that sound
    Everybody look what's going down
    Stop, hey, what's that sound
    Everybody look what's going down
    Stop, now, what's that sound
    Everybody look what's going down
    Stop, children, what's that sound
    Everybody look what's going down


    While often thought of as an anti-war song, it is not.

    Stephen Stills was inspired to write the track because of the "Sunset Strip riots" in November 1966. The trouble, which started during the early stages of the counterculture era, was in the same year Buffalo Springfield had become the house band at the Whisky a Go Go on the Sunset Strip in Los Angeles.

    It was within this period that local residents and businesses had become increasingly annoyed by late-night traffic congestion caused by crowds of young people going to clubs and music venues along the Strip. In response they lobbied the city to pass local ordinances that stopped loitering and enforced a strict curfew on the Strip after 10pm. However young music fans felt the new laws were an infringement of their civil rights.

    On Saturday, November 12, 1966, fliers were distributed on Sunset Strip inviting people to join demonstrations later that day. Several of Los Angeles' rock radio stations also announced that a rally would be held outside the Pandora's Box club on the corner of Sunset Boulevard and Crescent Heights. That evening as many as 1,000 young demonstrators, including celebrities like Jack Nicholson and Peter Fonda (who was handcuffed by police), gathered to protest against the enforcement of the curfew laws. Although the rallies began peacefully, trouble eventually broke out among the protesters and police. The unrest continued the next night and periodically throughout the rest of November and December forcing some clubs to shut down within weeks.

    So, an anti-big nanny state protest song.
     
  9. UncleMorgan

    UncleMorgan I eat vegetables. My friends are not vegetables.

    So, do we have an official Dirty Limericks thread lying hereabouts? Perhaps in the Inferno?

    I have a few limericks
    writ tawdry.
    Also irreverent, indecent, and bawdy.
    And perverted, obscene, and (if you know what I mean)
    perhaps just a little bit naughty...
     
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  10. Yard Dart

    Yard Dart Vigilant Monkey..... Moderator Site Supporter++

    Grunt Poetry:

    “Be polite, be professional, but have a plan to kill everybody you meet.”


    Taken from a speech Mattis gave to his Marines when they arrived in Iraq in 2003, these are words to live by in an asymmetrical battlespace, where enemy combatants attack without warning before blending back in with the local populace.

    [​IMG]U.S. Marine Corps photo
    Lt. Gen. James Mattis, the commander of U.S. Marine Corps Forces Central Command, talks to Marines from Marine Wing Support Group 27, May 6, 2007.
    “I come in peace. I didn’t bring artillery. But I’m pleading with you, with tears in my eyes: If you fuck with me, I’ll kill you all.”

    After the initial invasion of Iraq, Mattis met with Iraqi military officers in 2003 and delivered these cautionary words — his own take on “big stick policy.”

    “The first time you blow someone away is not an insignificant event. That said, there are some assholes in the world that just need to be shot.”

    While speaking to Marines at Al Asad Airbase in Iraq, Mattis encouraged them in his typical fashion to stay sharp and carry on their mission. The quote first appeared in print in Thomas E. Ricks’ book “Fiasco: American Military Adventure in Iraq, 2003 to 2005.”

    “Marines don’t know how to spell the word defeat.”

    Though the origin of this particular adage is unclear, it’s probably one of the most popular Mattis-isms out there. It has also lent credence to the long-standing joke that Marines are too dumb to spell defeat. We’re not. The word just isn’t in our vocabulary.

    “You are part of the world’s most feared and trusted force. Engage your brain before you engage your weapon.”

    Mattis wrote this letter and had it delivered to each of his Marines on March 19, 2003, one day before the initial invasion of Iraq. In addition to providing words of encouragement, Mattis implored his men to remember who they are, where they come from, and the branch they belong to.
    5 Badass Quotes From Marine General James Mattis
     
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  11. Ganado

    Ganado Monkey+++

    @UncleMorgan limericks of any kind are good. the title is favorite poems. Limericks are a form of poetry. ... give it your best shot [pop]
     
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  12. UncleMorgan

    UncleMorgan I eat vegetables. My friends are not vegetables.

    Eons ago I was chatting in a forum where limericks were being bandied about. Some guy posted that he never wanted to see another limerick about brass balls, a hermit named Dave, buckets, or Nantucket.

    Accordingly, I instantly wrote and posted the following ditty:

    A hermit named Dave from Nantucket
    kept eleven brass balls in a bucket.
    He used to have twelve
    but, amusing himself,
    he lost a ben-wa where he stuck it.


    The guy never did write back,
     
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  13. arleigh

    arleigh Goophy monkey

    There once was a lady of Niger ,
    that smiled as she rode on a tiger,
    coming back from the ride was the lady inside,
    and the smile on the face of the tiger.
     
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  14. UncleMorgan

    UncleMorgan I eat vegetables. My friends are not vegetables.

    Here's one for the Preppers:

    In the wake of pandemic disaster
    there's no way of getting dead faster
    than trying to steal
    a Prepper's last meal
    when he's developed a taste for trespasser.
     
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  15. Witch Doctor 01

    Witch Doctor 01 Mojo Maker

    The Roman Centurion's Song

    Legate, I had the news last night --my cohort ordered home
    By ships to Portus Itius and thence by road to Rome.
    I've marched the companies aboard, the arms are stowed below:
    Now let another take my sword. Command me not to go!

    I've served in Britain forty years, from Vectis to the Wall,
    I have none other home than this, nor any life at all.
    Last night I did not understand, but, now the hour draws near
    That calls me to my native land, I feel that land is here.

    Here where men say my name was made, here where my work
    was done;
    Here where my dearest dead are laid--my wife--my wife and
    son;
    Here where time, custom, grief and toil, age, memory, service,
    love,
    Have rooted me in British soil. Ah, how can I remove?

    For me this land, that sea, these airs, those folk and fields surffice.
    What purple Southern pomp can match our changeful Northern
    skies,
    Black with December snows unshed or pearled with August
    haze--
    The clanging arch of steel-grey March, or June's long-lighted
    days?

    You'll follow widening Rhodanus till vine an olive lean
    Aslant before the sunny breeze that sweeps Nemausus clean
    To Arelate's triple gate; but let me linger on,
    Here where our stiff-necked British oaks confront Euroclydon!

    You'll take the old Aurelian Road through shore-descending
    pines
    Where, blue as any peacock's neck, the Tyrrhene Ocean shines.
    You'll go where laurel crowns are won, but--will you e'er forget
    The scent of hawthorn in the sun, or Bracken in the wet?

    Let me work here for Britain's sake--at any task you will--
    A marsh to drain, a road to make or native troops to drill.
    Some Western camp (I know the Pict) or granite Border keep,
    Mid seas of heather derelict, where our old messmates sleep.

    Legate, I come to you in tears--My cohort ordered home!
    I've served in Britain forty years. What should I do in Rome?
    Here is my heart, my soul, my mind--the only life I know.
    I cannot leave it all behind. Command me not to go!
     
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  16. UncleMorgan

    UncleMorgan I eat vegetables. My friends are not vegetables.

    Fine write, that.
     
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  17. Witch Doctor 01

    Witch Doctor 01 Mojo Maker

    Another Kipling... best military poet that I have read...
     
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  18. Witch Doctor 01

    Witch Doctor 01 Mojo Maker

    The White Man's Burden
    1899

    THE UNITED STATES AND THE PHILIPPINE ISLANDS
    Take up the White man's burden --
    Send forth the best ye breed --
    Go bind your sons to exile
    To serve your captives' need;
    To wait in heavy harness
    On fluttered folk and wild --
    Your new-caught, sullen peoples,
    Half devil and half child.

    Take up the White Man's burden --
    In patience to abide,
    To veil the threat of terror
    And check the show of pride;
    By open speech and simple,
    An hundred times mad plain.
    To seek another's profit,
    And work another's gain.

    Take up the White Man's burden --
    The savage wars of peace --
    Fill full the mouth of Famine
    And bid the sickness cease;
    And when your goal is nearest
    The end for others sought,
    Watch Sloth and heathen Folly
    Bring all your hope to nought.

    Take up the White Man's burden --
    No tawdry rule of kings,
    But toil of serf and sweeper --
    The tale of common things.
    The ports ye shall not enter,
    The roads ye shall not tread,
    Go make them with your living,
    And mark them with your dead!

    Take up the White man's burden --
    And reap his old reward:
    The blame of those ye better,
    The hate of those ye guard --
    The cry of hosts ye humour
    (Ah, slowly!) toward the light: --
    "Why brought ye us from bondage,
    "Our loved Egyptian night?"

    Take up the White Man's burden --
    Ye dare not stoop to less --
    Nor call too loud on freedom
    To cloak your weariness;
    By all ye cry or whisper,
    By all ye leave or do,
    The silent, sullen peoples
    Shall weigh your Gods and you.

    Take up the White Man's burden --
    Have done with childish days --
    The lightly proffered laurel,
    The easy, ungrudged praise.
    Comes now, to search your manhood
    Through all the thankless years,
    Cold-edged with dear-bought wisdom,
    The judgment of your peers!
     
  19. Witch Doctor 01

    Witch Doctor 01 Mojo Maker

    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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    The Broken Oar
    From A Book Of Sonnets
    Once upon Iceland's solitary strand
    A poet wandered with his book and pen,
    Seeking some final word, some sweet Amen,
    Wherewith to close the volume in his hand.
    The billows rolled and plunged upon the sand,
    The circling sea-gulls swept beyond his ken,
    And from the parting cloud-rack now and then
    Flashed the red sunset over sea and land.
    Then by the billows at his feet was tossed
    A broken oar; and carved thereon he read,
    "Oft was I weary, when I toiled at thee";
    And like a man, who findeth what was lost,
    He wrote the words, then lifted up his head,
    And flung his useless pen into the sea.
     
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  20. ghrit

    ghrit Ambulatory anachronism Administrator Founding Member

    Kipling wanted the US to taste the fruits of empire as Britain's colonies sorta caused more trouble than they were worth. Zero had, and maybe still has, visions of doing exactly that.

    As military poems go, it's hard to beat Kipling. My own fave is Gunga Din.
     
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