Sniper1946's Poem Collection

Nicely written you ol romantic you ;-)

 

theres more to me! than meets the eye, carl..lol..

 

Heh heh, I think we have only scratched the surface to what lies within ;-))

 

but not on a friday morning, after thursday's curry night..

 

ha! ha! I suppose so! I'm aleady thinking about the next one..so ? fairly soon..

 

Wow! What to say....? Great!!!

Regards

Ulrich

 

many thanks ulrich, appreciated..ray.

 

Well my dog ate my captin crunch(I'm serious) nice poem to you really catched that ww1 set.

 

thankyou mark, appreciated, regards, ray..

 

In stalingrad the steets we clear
from house to house, we tread in fear
clinging on to every wall
that said here! other soldiers fall

moving quietly through the rubble
slowly breathing, fear is double
up each stair I carefully go
expectance! I will meet the foe

step by step, gun in hand
in each room a soldier stands
ready to take my life he waits
and I, his too, his death awaits

darkness creeps across the floor
whispering noises creaking door
sweat pours out, the beads run down
sensing death I turn around

moving onward closing in
I feel the enemy, here within
ever felt your lungs exploding
will there be time for reloading

searchlights shine along the street
lighting up, shadowy feet
can the german that I see
somehow have been watching me

room to room "CLEAR" rings out
forward into hightened doubt
hearing! fearing! german sounds
closing in on killing grounds

life passes by, feeling low
only one more room to go
across the floor, I move, I tread
seen many combat soldiers, dead

ending on the winning side
stop the hun, stem the tide
breaking out, breaking in
defeating the enemy within

one more push the battlles done
last room cleared, there on the run
I've lived to fight another day
god the fear is over, thankyou, I pray..

R.T.W.2010.....house to house...

 

nice one, Snipe. Pretty random, but funny lol

 

Haha, nice one!

 

"Remember Us"

I gave my life
it was not taken
I did not weep
in death I sleep

I shall not waken
nor die in vain
heed the lesson
learn it well

a better place
for you to face
dont look back
dont look round

I sleep a sleep
there is no sound
remember us
remember us..

remembrance day poem..

R.T.W. today 11.11.10

 

The Ode of Remembrance, Laurence Binyon;


FOR THE FALLEN.
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old,
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
LAURENCE BINYON

 

A remembrance day poem......

poppy's bloom where soldiers die
poppy's bloom where here I lie
poppy's bloom in fields of red
poppy's bloom to mark the dead
poppy's bloom where soldiers fought
poppy's bloom in ponderous thought
poppy's bloom and bough there head
poppy's bloom to mourn the dead
poppy's bloom they bend and wave
poppy's bloom where life we gave
poppy's bloom to help remember
poppy's bloom to mark november
poppy's bloom on armistice day
poppy's bloom new life we pray
poppy's bloom for eleven eleven
poppy's bloom for soldiers in heaven
poppy's bloom in thought, in mind
poppy's bloom to remind mankind

R.T.W. 11.11.10..to mark remebrance day..

 

I wish you all to end the year
a better one than this we leave
to much of life the sadness left
to want good cheer in times ahead
never forget lost ones that served
never lose sight of soldiers last words
always remember the way that we do
memory is all that some have, and you
hearts were broken in this past year
more will follow that I fear
just hope is what we welcome near
calling loved ones, that brings us cheer
around the world we long to hear
voices wishing christmas cheer
loved ones talking words that ease
keep our flame glowing long
keep this world safe and strong
hearts that beat together say
hold on world were here to stay
wish your loved ones wish them well
hold on to feelings that they may dwell
upon this season of goodwill
may your day be merry, your day be swell
hold onto xmas that your children you tell
long into the night a christmas bell rings
when the man in red his presents he brings
may your wishes be filled, with wonderful things
and carollers call, and carols they sing
hope yours is a wonderful day
happy xmas to you, on this magical day.


R.T.W 2010 a xmas poem

 

Twas the Night Before Christmas In Prison

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the cells
The convicts were locked up all madder than hell.
Except for the lifers, kicked back in their bunks,
heads filled with visions of fat little punks.

When suddenly from the roof top there arose such a roar
that the bulls thought it was a riot for sure!
The goon squad ran in and stood ready to hit
then the block guard yelled out who started this $h1+!

It came from the roof top, sniveled a snitch;
It must be a breakout! Oh, son-of-a-@%#^%!
They climbed to the roof, by way of the stairs
Found a fat little freak, in red underwear.

No, No yelled the dude, I bring you good cheer
God %a#m! said the Captain. We found us a queer!
Alright mother %@#)er get your hands on the wall.
They shook him down good, a$@#($ and all.

They beat him and threw him in the hole with a kick;
Well so much for Christmas, they locked up St. Nick!

 

That pretty much covers the gamut I think!

 

Stumbled across this old post, and find that it fits into this times with Afghanistan and Iraq and all the other places as well as it fitted to WW1! Didn´t lost anything of its actuallity only a few changes and it would be perfect for today too.