The SH3 Poetry Thread

[The Avon Lady]

This idea started after seeing the community talent we have here on another thread (http://www.subsim.com/phpBB/viewtopic.php?t=44614), where the prose were not receiving the rave attention they deserved.

So I've culled together here what was already posted there and hope that the rest of you will keep on contributing. Here we go!

TC is okay
sailing in the day
but TC at night
will give you a fright!

Compression too fast
Watchman does not see the ship
You are dead again
Brit ports are red.
French ports are blue.
AI is to TC
Like bureaucrats to glue.
I think my
dark night
sailors delight
dark day
players dismay
was better.
Don't be shy! Step up to the plate and take a swing. :yep:

[Dowly]

Wasser bomben,
BOOM BOOM!
Submarine,
BYE BYE!

:smug:

[The Avon Lady]

I shot a torpedo
Into the sea.
A T5, you say?
It's after me! :o

[Dowly]

I shot a torpedo
Into the sea.
A T5, you say?
It's after me! :o

:rotfl:

DIVE DIVE,
the orders were.
But where´s the watchcrew?
They´re still up there.

[rulle34]

In the periscope I stand and scratch my beard, shall I dive or act like a weird. Firing my torpedos at two fast destroyers, will not look good to my old employers. I'd better sneak away like a cat in the night, keep our fingers crossed and hold our butts tight. This will end this silly story, and this time neither bring us to any glory..

[glenno]

I would have,
my finest hour.
If only the watchman
would go to the
friggin tower.
Two weeks of fog
and only one case of grog
im sitting inside
and having a rum .

[glenno]

Im laying in the captains bed
about to give it a polish.
when in comes the first mate
and says were close to norwich.

[kiwi_2005]

A day at the Brothel
Is good for the watchmans eyes.
And He shall see further, than an eagles eye.
In fog or rough seas the watchmans eyes are always please.
Yet down below lays the virgin son cursing the day he was born,
For he to wishes he had visited that place,
instead of being scorned.
:|\

[The Avon Lady]

Karl and Werner
Went up the ladder
To take over from Kurt and Johann.
Karl fell down and broke his crown
'Cause Johann shouted "aaaaaaaaaalllllaaaaaarrrrrrmmmm".

[blackdog_kt]

Here's a haiku for the careless ones who sail the shallow waters in the English channel:

DD closing fast
Alarm sounds,crash dive
Hit bottom again :damn:

[Sailor Steve]

I once sailed a U-boat from Brest
The Tommies were leaving their nest
I fired an eel
Their fate I did seal
It's my job, don't you know, I'm the best!


Hey, limericks are poetry too.

[Mr.Fleck]

Kaleun Fleck
is on the deck
watching for hours at a speck
in this very long convoy trek
and he just finds out
he is not the lookout :88)

Mr.Fleck

[Marhkimov]

Bravo for this thread!! :up: :up: :up:



Kaleun John

Fritz on the hydophone
"screws approaching
dead ahead, slow."

Udo at the periscope
"enemy target sighted,
fat juicy tanker."

Carl at the nav map
"course plotted to
intercept and destroy."

Kurt setting the torps
"torpedoes set,
fire when ready, Kaleun."

But where is the Kaleun?
Nowhere to be found...
Kaluen on the john.

[Curval]

Winter on the sea
Deck gun inoperative
Strong winds and high waves

[hakkikt]

BE13

A sky of lead, low like the ceiling of a tomb,
To spew at moment's notice
Death on wings,
With towers white arising from the sea
Where presents fell, sent from the isle afar of Albion.
O how I long to turn this rusting shark
To sail where palm-trees beckon from afar,
Where easy prey walks gentle waves of blue
to feel upon its belly teeth of steel
ripping apart its entrails full of oil and war-mongering merchandise.
Alas! 'Tis not to be
And nineteen hours still at BE13.

[The Avon Lady]

Beast from the depths
Launching utter destruction
StarForce

[Curval]

verrrrrppp!!!! verrrrrpppp!!!!!

This is the Haiku police! Come out with your hands up. We have the place surrounded.

5-7-5 with a seasonal element people! :damn:

Some of you are under arrest.

;) :P :D

[gdogghenrikson]

Avon Ladie, your poem are funny :rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl:

[Hartmann]

it´s not my poem. but here is. :oops:

is from a spanish writer "espronceda"

i translate it in google because is too difficulf for my english write all the poem . :88)

In spanish souns better. :arrgh!: :rotfl:


With ten guns by band, (or side)
tailwind, to all candle,
does not cut the sea, but it flies,
a swift-sailing brig: pirate vessel that calls,
by its fierceness, the Feared one,
in all sea known the one the other border.


The moon in the sea shyne,
in the canvas moans the wind,
and raises in soft movement waves of blue silver and;
and the pirate captain goes, singing cheers in the stern, Asia to a side, other Europe, and there to its Istambul front:

"He sails, sailboat mine, without fear, that neither enemy ship, nor storm, nor bonanza your course to twist reaches, nor to hold your value.

Twenty prey we have done despite the English, and have rendered one hundred nations its banners on my feet.

" That my treasure is my boat, that is my God the freedom, my law, the force and the wind, my only mother country, the sea.

"There kings by a handspan more of earth move ferocious war blind; that I have by mine whichever sandal the wild sea here, to that nobody imposed laws. And there is no beach, he is anyone, nor flag of splendor, that does not feel my right and gives chest to my value.

" That my treasure is my boat, that is my God the freedom, my law, the force and the wind, my only mother country, the sea.

"To the voice of" boat it comes " it is to see how it turns and it is prepared to all rag to escape; that I am the king of the sea, and my fury is to fear.

In the prey I divide the taken thing the same; I only want by wealth the beauty without rival."

That my treasure is my boat, that is my God the freedom, my law, the force and the wind, my only mother country, the sea.

Sentenced I am until death! I laugh myself; it does not leave the luck, and to the same one that it condemns to me, I will hang of some entena, perhaps in its own ship.

And if I fall, what it is the life? By lost already I gave it, when the yoke of the slave, like Bravo, I shook.

That my treasure is my boat, that is my God the freedom, my law, the force and the wind, my only mother country, the sea. "north winds Are my better music, the noise and tremor of shaken cables, the black sea the roars and thunder of my tubes.

And of the thunderclap to they are violent, and of the wind when rebramar, I fall asleep calmed, sung to sleep by the sea." That my treasure is my boat, that is my God the freedom, my law, the force and the wind, my only mother country, the sea.



Con diez cañones por banda,
viento en popa, a toda vela,
no corta el mar, sino vuela,
un velero bergantín:
bajel pirata que llaman,
por su bravura, el Temido,
en todo mar conocido
del uno al otro confín.
La luna en el mar riela,
en la lona gime el viento,
y alza en blando movimiento
olas de plata y azul;
y va el capitán pirata,
cantando alegre en la popa,
Asia a un lado, al otro Europa,
y allá a su frente Estambul:

"Navega, velero mío,
sin temor,
que ni enemigo navío,
ni tormenta, ni bonanza
tu rumbo a torcer alcanza,
ni a sujetar tu valor.

Veinte presas
hemos hecho
a despecho
del inglés,
y han rendido
cien naciones
sus pendones
a mis pies."

Que es mi barco mi tesoro,
que es mi Dios la libertad,
mi ley, la fuerza y el viento,
mi única patria, la mar.

"Allá muevan feroz guerra
ciegos reyes
por un palmo más de tierra;
que yo aquí tengo por mío
cuanto abarca el mar bravío,
a quien nadie impuso leyes.

Y no hay playa,
sea cualquiera,
ni bandera
de esplendor,
que no sienta
mi derecho
y dé pecho
a mi valor."

Que es mi barco mi tesoro,
que es mi Dios la libertad,
mi ley, la fuerza y el viento,
mi única patria, la mar.

"A la voz de «¡barco viene!»
es de ver
cómo vira y se previene
a todo trapo a escapar;
que yo soy el rey del mar,
y mi furia es de temer.

En las presas
yo divido
lo cogido
por igual;
sólo quiero
por riqueza
la belleza
sin rival."

Que es mi barco mi tesoro,
que es mi Dios la libertad,
mi ley, la fuerza y el viento,
mi única patria, la mar.

¡Sentenciado estoy a muerte!
Yo me río;
no me abandone la suerte,
y al mismo que me condena,
colgaré de alguna entena,
quizá en su propio navío.

Y si caigo,
¿qué es la vida?
Por perdida
ya la di,
cuando el yugo
del esclavo,
como un bravo,
sacudí.

Que es mi barco mi tesoro,
que es mi Dios la libertad,
mi ley, la fuerza y el viento,
mi única patria, la mar.

"Son mi música mejor
aquilones,
el estrépito y temblor
de los cables sacudidos,
del negro mar los bramidos
y el rugir de mis cañones.

Y del trueno
al son violento,
y del viento
al rebramar,
yo me duermo
sosegado,
arrullado
por el mar."

Que es mi barco mi tesoro,
que es mi Dios la libertad,
mi ley, la fuerza y el viento,
mi única patria, la mar.

[Serverdaemon]

I sit upon my bunk and think
of fat merchantmen to find and sink
and as I sit in my reverie
the lookout spots something out at sea
"A ship! a ship!" he cries in the night
And I race from my bunk to see this sight
up the ladder to the conning tower
I set my glasses to their utmost power
and in the fading light I see
the enemy spotted, trying to flee
"New course change! Left 10 degrees!"
"And tell the engineer to put on speed!"
in our haste
our boat leaves
a glowing green wake
and we all know we are about to make
the men on that ship, all true and brave
go down to another watery grave
but this is the way, and both sides would agree
when men sail to make war
upon the open sea


S

[Curval]

Here I sit all broken hearted
We lost the convoy and my helmsman just farted

[glenno]

The captain stood on the burning deck
his pockets full of crackers.
One accidentally went off and blew off
both his ...........

[Nedlam]

Missed that Destroyer
Depth Charges in the water
Oh I am so dead

One more that for me hits a little close to home:

Fog thick as pea soup
At close range a ship sighted
Oh look a Corvette!

[ICBM]

*Blood pressure increases to dangerous levels from laughing*
:rotfl: :rotfl:

------------
water is blue
explosions are red
when I hit you
you are dead
------------

Am I good or what? :rotfl:

[The Avon Lady]

Twelve meters below,
A target the Kaleun did follow.
But he thrashed to and thro,
Swatting at a mosquito.
"Get it!", said Kaleun to the WO.
"I know! I'll just open a window."
"NO! NO! NO!"
To the bottom they did go.

:lost:

[Skubber]

:ahoy:
The Ballad of the Brave Torpedo Men
(This one's a bit of an epic... Arrgh, laddies!) :()1:


We are the brave torpedo men,
Our eels shoot straight and true.
Even when the wind and waves are rough,
We load 'em and we don't heave to.

We load 'em all day, and we load 'em all night,
We load 'em up front and in back.
But if your thinkin' we're slow, and you're thinkin' we're slack,
You really don't know us, Jack!
(No! You really don't know us, Jack!)

When the sonar pings, and the Captain sings,
"Dive deep or we'll never come back!"
We hit the bunks at a run, and I tell you son,
We pray to God that the ship don't crack!

And when the sun comes up, we stay down deep.
We hit the bottom and we go to sleep.
While the cans rain down, we don't make a sound
'Til the thunder makes a grown man weep. (Ho!)
(The thunder makes a grown man weep!)

But when the moon rides high, with stars in the sky,
Like a thief, we come up in the night.
With the Devil's own grin, we surface again,
And we're ready for another fight! (Right!)
(We're ready for another fight!)

We are the brave torpedo men,
Our eels shoot straight and true.
Even when the wind and waves are rough,
We load 'em and we don't heave to.

We're death on the hunt, and that's no lie,
While the ships blow their smoke in the bright morning sun.
Then it's "Convoy ahoy!" and I tell you boy,
Those merchants better dodge and run!

Dodge and run, now ain't that fun?
But we chase 'em on the straight and true.
Then we slip through foam, 'til we're periscope deep.
And an eye rises up from the blue. (The blue!)
(An eye rises up from the blue!)

We line 'em up quick, and we line 'em up smart,
And the Captain says, "Fire!" and we do.
Then it's hell from below, and the fury's unleashed,
And the water pours in, and the bulkheads are breached.

And the sea curls her teeth around the wreckage and ruin,
And the waves are on fire while the sinking ships groan.
It's like the end o' the world when our work is all done,
Then the sky blows clear, until it's white as a bone.
(Yes, the sky, she blows clear, until she's white as a bone.)

Oh, we are the brave torpedo men!
Our eels shoot straight and true.
Even when the wind and waves are rough,
We load 'em and we don't heave to. (Yo!)
(We load 'em and we don't heave to!)

Now we're headed for home, like a gull on the wing,
And the diesels, they sing like the Devil's own daughter,
But our fuel's running low, and our tubes are all spent.
And the crew sits and thinks about blood on the water.

Blood on the water, and blood in the deep!
And the gun ships are coming, so we dive and we creep,
And the planes are all flying, 'cause they're hunting us, too.
Yes, the planes are all flying, 'cause they're hunting us, too!

Well the planes are above, and the gun ships are coming,
So we creep, and we whisper, and we're listening, too:
We hear a thrum from afar, like death on a drum.
We hear the noise of the enemy's screw!
(A thrum from afar, like death on a drum.)
(We hear the noise of the enemy's screw!)

Then the sonar pings, and the Captain sings,
"Dive deep, or we'll never come back!"
While the cans rain down, we don't make a sound,
But the thunder makes a hard man crack. (Ho!)
(The thunder makes a hard man crack.)

Dear God up above, tell those we love,
We goin' down and we'll never come back!
When the lights flicker out, and our good boat creaks,
And the pressure hull breaks, and our world goes black,

We know that our number has finally come,
The unlucky draw, and the death of the sun,
And the boiling black water, it hugs us to sleep,
With the coldest caress in the winter time deep.

Yes, the winter time deep, and the coldest caress,
'Til at last we all dance with the Devil's own daughter.
Like a lover, she sings about numbness and night,
And no more will we think about blood on the water.

No more will we think about sea-strife and wars,
No more will we dream about farmland and trees,
But with the Devil's own grin, we'll surface again,
Coming back from the depths to go haunting the seas.
(We come up from the depths to go haunting the seas.)

We are the brave torpedo men,
Our eels shoot straight and true.
Even when the wind and waves are rough,
We load 'em and we don't heave to. (Yo!)
(We load 'em and we don't heave to.)

Well we're the Devil's own men, when we surface again,
We're ghosts that sail on evermore.
And our boat, she rides high in the evening skies,
And we're making for a distant shore.
(Hoy, we're making for a distant shore!)

And we're loading torpedoes, above and below.
With our hearts made of coral, and our eyes made of pearl.
We're still sinking that cargo, and our Captain, he spies
From a 'scope that sees right round the poles of the world.

Yes, we load 'em all day, and we load 'em all night,
We load 'em up front and in back.
But if your thinkin' we're slow, and you're thinkin' we're slack,
You really don't know us, Jack!
(No! You really don't know us, Jack!)

:arrgh!: :arrgh!: :arrgh!:

[ICBM]

*Clap clap* Hear him! *Clap clap* :up: