Yea, I didn't read your posts either. I just posted one of my favorite war poems. 'What the thread is about' doesn't really matter to me. There's a war poem I like.
I guess not. ...but to completely take this shit thread over with something better than copy and pastes for The Guardian: "Nor dread nor hope attend A dying animal; A man awaits his end Dreading and hoping all; Many times he died, Many times rose again. A great man in his pride Confronting murderous men Casts derision upon Supersession of breath; He knows death to the bone Man has created death. " "Death" by William Butler Yates
I know we are in RT and you guys think you can post what the fuck you like...but do try and stick to the point.. To be fair, you are ok...it's the other fucker that I reported twice.
war poem by average hippie on this forum. "war is really bad give peace a chance if you like war your mad i would rather just dance." Tell me what you think cerialsly.
"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 ome one had blunder'd: Their's not to make reply, Their's not to reason why, Their's but to do and 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 and 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 and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and 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 and 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!" "Charge of the Light Brigade" - Lord Alfred Tennyson Not the best poem in the world, but very powerful when read outloud, actually sounds like war.
You're, wrong, sir. Very wrong. Posts still get deleted moved and I know people get their ass kicked.
"He that fears death, or mourns it, in the just, Shews of the Resurrection little trust." "Of Death" - Ben Jonson. (by the way, dear Odon, I've posted examples of poems which are both depressive and some that are rather glorifying of war... you would have noticed that if you actually read them instead of bitching )
CANNONS TO THE RIIIIGHT OF THEM! CANNONS TO THE LEEEFT OF THEM! CANNONS IN FROOOONT OF THEM! VOLLEY'D AND THUUUUUUNDER....STUCK!!!! Na na na na na na na nah... Na na na na na na na nah... THUNDER! Na na na na na na na nah... THUNDER!
Yeah, if you were not such a dick..I might of..as is... you just proved what a monumental ho you are...once again.
" Captain or Colonel, or Knight in Arms, Whose chance on these defenceless dores may sease, If ever deed of honour did thee please, Guard them, and him within protect from harms, He can requite thee, for he knows the charms [ 5 ] That call Fame on such gentle acts as these, And he can spred thy Name o're Lands and Seas, What ever clime the Suns bright circle warms. Lift not thy spear against the Muses' Bowre, The great Emathian Conqueror bid spare [ 10 ] The house of Pindarus, when Temple and Towre Went to the ground: and the repeated air Of sad Electra's Poet had the power To save th' Athenian Walls from ruine bare." John Milton - "Sonnet 8"
I actually think that I have taken this thread in a rather favorable direction. Hell, you're the one who's attacking me. I've respected your wish to not talk to you on these forums until you addressed me. You were the one who broke that deal. Hell, I even gave you fair warning on the ****** comment, my dear dear ******.
1 Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud 2 Not of war only, but detractions rude, 3 Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, 4 To peace and truth thy glorious way hast plough'd, 5 And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud 6 Hast rear'd God's trophies, and his work pursu'd, 7 While Darwen stream with blood of Scots imbru'd, 8 And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, 9 And Worcester's laureate wreath; yet much remains 10 To conquer still: peace hath her victories 11 No less renown'd than war. New foes arise 12 Threat'ning to bind our souls with secular chains: 13 Help us to save free Conscience from the paw 14 Of hireling wolves whose gospel is their maw. John Milton - "Sonnet XVI - To the Lord General Cromwell" (this poem is actually a very cleverly masked critique of war. Cromwell is praised, but all of this praise is rather satiric. Cromwell is known as a vicious murderer in history and a brute. A lot of poets risked their lives by criticizing him, even though much of this criticism was done during the break from the traditional Monarchy)
I SAID: "You two failed to grasp what the thread is about." Instead of being a grown up and accepting you hadn't read it and either fucked off or posted something relevant. Like Lunar. You turned into your usual idiotic buffoon. If you are in MY thread then you are pretty much responding to ME. Therefore talking to ME. So, you broke the deal, not me. Then, not content with just fucking off you reverted to your usual moronic behaviour. Posting your usual so-called insults. Fingers crossed when I get back you won't be here.
This thread is not your intellectual property. I was responding to the topic. Hell, I was nice enough to not even read your posts and simply post some good war poems. Rather relevant actually, especially since the poems illustrated your point rather well. Saying that I'm responding to you simply because I'm posting in a thread you started is extremely silly. I didn't quote you, did I? If I post something like "Hotwater is my nigguh" in the "here is your chance" thread, then does that mean that I'm responding to whimbrel, who is the OP? I'll answer that question for you....... no it doesn't. I wasn't responding to the OP at all, I was responding to the topic. You're just bitchy and can't help but get annoyed by me. I'd suggest practicing some self-control. Now please stop spamming this thread with your pointless insults and let us return to the topic of great war poems.
Andrew Marvell - "Horatian Ode upon Cromwell's Return from Ireland" Here is another genius example of occult literary criticism of current politics and war though poetry. Cromwell returns from Ireland as a self-declared victor, yet Marvell clearly shows his hypocrisy. The forward youth that would appear Must now forsake his Muses dear, ________Nor in the shadows sing ________His numbers languishing: 'Tis time to leave the books in dust And oil th' unusèd armor's rust, ________Removing from the wall ________The corselet of the hall. 2 So restless Cromwell could not cease In the inglorious arts of peace, ________But through adventurous war ________Urgèd his active star; 3 And, like the three-forked lightning, first Breaking the clouds where it was nursed, ________Did thorough his own side ________His fiery way divide: 4 For 'tis all one to courage high, The emulous, or enemy; ________And with such, to enclose ________Is more than to oppose. Then burning through the air he went, And palaces and temples rent; ________And Caesar's head at last ________Did through his laurels blast. 5 'Tis madness to resist or blame The force of angry heaven's flame; ________And if we would speak true, ________Much to the man is due, Who from his private gardens, where He lived reservèd and austere ________(As if his highest plot ________To plant the bergamot), 6 Could by industrious valor climb To ruin the great work of Time, ________And cast the kingdom old ________Into another mold; Though Justice against Fate complain, And plead the ancient rights in vain: ________But those do hold or break, ________As men are strong or weak. Nature that hateth emptiness, Allows of penetration 7 less, ________And therefore must make room ________Where greater spirits come. What field of all the civil wars Where his were not the deepest scars? ________And Hampton shows what part ________He had of wiser art; 8 Where, twining subtle fears with hope, He wove a net of such a scope ________That Charles himself might chase ________To Caresbrooke's narrow case, That thence the royal actor 9 borne, The tragic scaffold might adorn; ________While round the armèd bands ________Did clap their bloody hands. He nothing common did or mean Upon that memorable scene, ________But with his keener eye ________The ax's edge did try; 10 Nor called the gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right; ________But bowed his comely head ________Down, as upon a bed. This was that memorable hour, Which first assured the forcèd power; ________So when they did design ________The Capitol's first line, A bleeding head where they begun Did fright the architects to run; ________And yet in that the state ________Foresaw its happy fate. 11 And now the Irish are ashamed To see themselves in one year tamed; ________So much one man can do, ________That does both act and know. They can affirm his praises best, And have, though overcome, confessed ________How good he is, how just, ________And fit for highest trust. 12 Nor yet grown stiffer with command, But still in the republic's hand--- ________How fit he is to sway, ________That can so well obey. 13 He to the Commons' feet presents A kingdom for his first year's rents; ________And, what he may, forbears ________His fame to make it theirs; 14 And has his sword and spoils ungirt, To lay them at the public's skirt: ________So, when the falcon high ________Falls heavy from the sky, She, having killed, no more does search, But on the next green bough to perch; ________Where, when he first does lure, ________The falconer has her sure. What may not then our isle presume, While victory his crest does plume! ________What may not others fear, ________If thus he crown each year! A Caesar he here long to Gaul, To Italy an Hannibal, ________And to all states not free, ________Shall climactèric be. 15 The Pict no shelter now shall find Within his party-colored mind, ________But from this valor sad, ________Shrink underneath the plaid; 16 Happy if in the tufted brake The English hunter him mistake, ________Nor lay his hounds in near ________The Caledonian deer. But thou, the war's and Fortune's son, March indefatigably on; ________And for the last effect, ________Still keep thy sword erect; Besides the force it has to fright The spirits of the shady night, 17 ________The same arts that did gain ________A power must it maintain. 18 [SIZE=-2][/SIZE]
You don't annoy me at all. I just wish you would stick to the point. You go around posting your BS in here because it seems you can get away with it. Well, I have started the thread again. So you can post what ever you like here. You can post ****** 9559356936995 times if you like. I'll say it again..your so-called insults don't bother me...it is just your general borish behaviour. Take care and have fun in this now - as far as I am concerned - defunct thread.
Hey, each to his own. Never the less, that poem had garnered me money and awards. But jeezo, any feedback is good feedback. BTW, was it the grammar? The dialect? Or maybe it was a little too deep for you? Please tell me/us. And do use the same vernacular as in your OP. It's very enjoyable to read a truly educated statement. This might help. Honest, I loved your review, it revealed yards about you... -
