Favorite Poems?

[Saxman]

Saw this on User Friendly this morning:



 

[LYNX]

Check this out

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmD_s_N8tDQ

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                        Dragon's Hour

    The lion banner sways and falls in the horror haunted gloom,
A Scarlett dragon rustles by born on winds of doom.
   
    In heaps the shinning horsemen lie.
where there thrusting lances break.

   Deep in the haunted mountains,
the lost black gods awake.

   Dead hands grope in the shadows,
The stars turn pale with fright.
 
   For this is the Dragon's hour,
the triumph of fear and night.


Robert E Howard

[Furball]

History: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charge_of_the_Light_Brigade

Poem: -

Half a league half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred:
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd ?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do & die,
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd & thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack & Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke,
Shatter'd & sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse & hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

[Treize69]

History: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charge_of_the_Light_Brigade

LoL, I was thinking of posting that one today myself. You know, cause its the CAVALRY!

[Angus]

Furbie favours Tennyson. From Lincolnshire if I recall right. Boggy county
I go for "High Flight"
Perhaps it's already been posted, anyway a Spitfire Pilot's describtion, and very good for a 19 year old.

    High Flight

    Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
    And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
    Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
    of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
    You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung
    High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
    I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
    My eager craft through footless halls of air....

    Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
    I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
    Where never lark nor even eagle flew—
    And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
    The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
    Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

John Gillespie Magee, Died in the OTU#53 due to a midair collision, summer 1941

[Furball]

Here is a good one, about Coastal Command: -

Ubiquitous Coastal

From A.S.R. to P.R.U.
We did our best : we saw it through.
With bombs and rockets : Leigh-Lights too.
With ASV and weapons new,
We flew in Hudsons, Wimps and Boats.
We flew in sheepskin boots and coats.
We laid our mines where Group did wish,
While Torbeaus dropped their deadly 'fish'.
We struck ships by night and day
In Blenheims, Mossies, Beauforts grey.
We scoured and harassed the shipping lanes
In Libs and Cats and British planes.
We lost ten thousand crewman true,
We did our best : we saw it through.

Squadron Leader Tony Spooner - No. 53 Squadron

[Angus]

WHOA!!! T'was nice!!!!

[Simba]

John Gillespie Magee, Jr. wrote 'High Flight' following his first flight in a Spitfire. The first and last lines of his poem are engraved on his tombstone.

[texasmom]

The Last Breath

I  was your nurse
You were my patient
Thrown together half way across the earth
I am not sure you can hear me
You haven't got much time
I will do my best to keep you out of pain
I will stay with you holding your hand
Until the last breath
It is my job to help you on your final journey
Your hands seem so strong for one so young
Your hair so soft and easy to touch.
Your breathing is more labored
Close your eyes breathe deep and slow
That's it let it all out the last breath
Your face relaxes, your hands go limp
I was with you at the end of your life
I touched you, I held you, I loved you
I didn't even know your name
All I have is the memory of your last breath

Kerry "Doc" Pardue

[Treize69]

Rose are Red
Violets are Blue
In Soviet Russia,
Poem write you!

[SirLoin]

There once was an engine driver named Hunt

Who was given an engine to shunt

Along came a truck

A man yelled "Duck!"

And he saved the life of the man in front

[E25280]

Yes indeedy,
You're my sweety.








Why?  It's short.

[FiLtH]

DUST

Agatha Morely all her life,
grumbled at dust like a good wife.
Dust on the table dust on the chair,
dust on the mantle she couldn't bear.
She forgave faults of man and child,
but a dusty shelf would set her wild.
She abhored sin without protest,
but dust thoughts preyed upon her rest.
Agatha Morely is sleeping sound,
six feet under the moldy ground.
Six feet under the Earth she lies,
with dust at her feet and dust in her eyes.



   Originally in a kids scary book I had long ago.
   This is not exactly how I remember it but its close.