Subsim Poetry

[Armistead]

To the younger generation, poetry is what you refer to as rap...

Who will go first.....

[Takeda Shingen]

You will.

[Armistead]

Buried Alive

Now that I'm dead, friends gathered round
The pastor speaking was finally found
He was a "good man" someone had said
but I only hear it, now that I'm dead

They all gather at my last place
They all walk by and stare at my face
"He looks so good" I know this is true
Dead that I am, I look better than you

Lying here getting dirt thrown in my face
as in life, even death's a disgrace
I watch them all and with a sigh
for them to hug, did I have to die

Marg hugs Bill, "Good to see you, dear"
"How long has it been,".... merely ten years
Ten years she cries "How can that be"
then kisses another, oh watch how she flees.

The farewells have all been said.
I guess I'm alone here, finally dead.
Back to your lives, wherever they be,
soon they will be looking at you,

not looking at me.

[Hottentot]

Does this (http://i.imgur.com/0fS1e.jpg) count?

(Linked due to profanity. Open at own peril.)

[Sailor Steve]

I was reading a Subsim thread one day,
When something came into my head. I must say,
It was something that made me think about life,
With its hope and its joy and its fear and its strife.

I was moved to reflect on the things that I've done,
And I wondered if I was really having fun.
Then I realized it wasn't about who I was,
But rather about what a man says and does.

I was thinking about it again and again,
And it wasn't about just the loss or the win,
But the trying and doing itself was the thing,
And that simple fact gave me reason to sing.

And then Armistead started this thread just in time,
And that gave me reason to compose this rhyme.
I sat down and did it from the top of my head.
I hope it doesn't make you wish you were dead.

If you wonder whether I should go or should stay,
I'll tell you up front that I've much more to say.
If you wonder whether you should stay or should go,
I'm a songwriter, and that's all you need to know.




:O:

[BossMark]

Here I sits broken hearted, spent tuppence and only farted

[Sailor Steve]

Read that one in an airport pay toilet when I was ten.

Still funny though.

[Armistead]

Good job Steve.....:yeah:

[BossMark]

Read that one in an airport pay toilet when I was ten.

Still funny though.
Yeah I saw years ago too, in London (kings cross train station)

[Jimbuna]

The boy stood on the burning deck
His heart was all a quiver
He gave a cough
His leg fell off
And floated down the river

[Sailor Steve]

I'm not sure that I can just show 'em.
But a limerick's not really a poem.
If you do it again,
I'll give you a pain,
And teach you until you well know 'em.

[BossMark]

The Irish girls’ beauty you cannot deny
But when wed to, you’ll want to die

Don’t marry that Irish gal
They are terrific to drink with like a pal

Or some games of slap and tickle
But when wed you’re in the pickle

The drink they’ll take from your lips
Then pounds they’ll put on their hips

For past trifles you will recompense time and again
Rapt in their demeaning regard for married men

In public they’ll run you down
Make you the laughing stock around town

Your favorite bar you’ll find humiliating
To find she’s been going with the chaps you’re affiliating

As soon as you think you’re through the worst
Through the front door her mum will burst

To ameliorate your home she will claim
Only instructing daughter on the weapon shame

The Celtic daughters learn quite fast
You will lament bachelor days past

Til death do you part echoes in your head
A life not worth living you’re better off dead

Make arrangements to get the deed done
But first shoot her and then her mum

[Jimbuna]

Taking a romantic ride today,
We sat upon the wagon.
Suddenly the horse lifted his tail
And we heard a roaring dragon!

The deafening sound hurt my ears
And the smell burned the hairs in my nose.
My girlfriend sat and glared at me.
Somehow my fault I suppose.

[Stealhead]

Taking a romantic ride today,
We sat upon the wagon.
Suddenly the horse lifted his tail
And we heard a roaring dragon!

The deafening sound hurt my ears
And the smell burned the hairs in my nose.
My girlfriend sat and glared at me.
Somehow my fault I suppose.

We have a Shakespeare among us.

[Jimbuna]

We have a Shakespeare among us.

Really? :hmmm:

[Stealhead]

There was a young man of Japan
Whose limericks never would scan.
When they asked him, Why?
He said, with a sigh,
"It's because I always try to get as many words into the last line as I possibly can."

[Jimbuna]

The bulls of Bickerton Lane do graze
Upon my verdant lawn.
I hear them in the morning haze
Mooing to the dawn.

They trample all my flowered shrubs;
They crush the dainty rose.
And then they pee this giant stream
As from a garden hose.

[magic452]

One bright day in the middle of night
Two dead boys got up to fight

Back to back they faced each other
Pulled their swords and shot each other

If you think this tail is tall
Ask the blind man, he saw it all

Magic

[Armistead]

Son of Job

My name is Bakare, a son of Job. The story of my father, I'm sure you
all know. A righteous man to perfection, until Satan sought his correction.

An angel of light full of wiles came to God with an evil smile.
Smite his children and you will see, Job isn't who he pretends to be.

Do as you will , as "I" allow, smite his children, goats and cows.
Burn the land til all is gone, leave his wife an empty home.

In the house, why at the plate, my brothers talked while we ate.
Storms arose, the wind doth sear. My brothers and I all a fear.

The walls came down upon our heads, left us bleeding, broken, dead.
My father told that we're gone, honored God at his home.

The story ending, Job did well, he never cussed, he never fell.
The richest man in all the land, newborn children for a better man.

I was joyful, but my life was short, as it fell before Satans fort.
Born only by God's direction, to partake in his correction?

My life was precious, had I lived, learned to love and to give
Learned to be a wise old man, walk while holding my daughters hand.

Now forgotten, completly replaced, look of happiness on his face.
More riches and rings on his hand, why I lay rotting in the sand.

Instead of for my righteous cause, children killed by blowing walls.
Servant's not serving because they're dead, all because Satan said.

Here for me will be no riches, sealed in cloth tight with stitches.
From this grave my spirit cries, you should have cussed God and died.

[Jimbuna]

Kings and Princes; Lords and Earls;
It’s always reigning men.
Few exceptions where women rule,
Though some of us have the yen.

What if we changed the trend around?
Let women take the lead.
Maybe the definitive feminine touch
Is all we really need.