The SH3 Poetry Thread

The Avon Lady · 11-09-05, 07:26 AM

This idea started after seeing the community talent we have here on another thread, 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!

Quote:

Originally Posted by marhkimov

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

Quote:

Originally Posted by MuscleBob.Buffpants

Compression too fast
Watchman does not see the ship
You are dead again

Quote:

Originally Posted by The Avon Lady

Brit ports are red.
French ports are blue.
AI is to TC
Like bureaucrats to glue.

Quote:

Originally Posted by glenno

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.

Dowly · 11-09-05, 07:30 AM

Wasser bomben,
BOOM BOOM!
Submarine,
BYE BYE!

The Avon Lady · 11-09-05, 07:39 AM

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

Dowly · 11-09-05, 07:40 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by The Avon Lady

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

:rotfl:

DIVE DIVE,
the orders were.
But whereÂ´s the watchcrew?
TheyÂ´re still up there.

rulle34 · 11-09-05, 07:46 AM

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 · 11-09-05, 07:59 AM

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 · 11-09-05, 08:26 AM

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 · 11-09-05, 10:17 AM

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 · 11-09-05, 12:26 PM

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 · 11-09-05, 12:38 PM

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

11-09-05, 02:00 PM

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 · 11-09-05, 02:06 PM

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

Mr.Fleck

Marhkimov · 11-09-05, 02:17 PM

Bravo for this thread!!

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 · 11-09-05, 04:58 PM

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

hakkikt · 11-09-05, 05:38 PM

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.

11-09-05, 07:39 AM	#3
The Avon Lady Über Mom Join Date: May 2005 Location: Jerusalem, Israel Posts: 6,147 Downloads: 5 Uploads: 0	I shot a torpedo Into the sea. A T5, you say? It's after me! __________________ "Victory will come to us from the wombs of our women." - Houari Boumedienne, President of Algeria, Speech before the UN, 1974

11-09-05, 07:46 AM	#5
rulle34 Grey Wolf Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: Sweden Posts: 835 Downloads: 8 Uploads: 0	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.. __________________

11-09-05, 10:17 AM	#8
kiwi_2005 Eternal Patrol Join Date: May 2004 Location: Aeoteroa Posts: 7,382 Downloads: 223 Uploads: 1	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. :\|\ __________________ RIP kiwi_2005 Those who can't laugh at themselves leave the job to others.

11-09-05, 12:26 PM	#9
The Avon Lady Über Mom Join Date: May 2005 Location: Jerusalem, Israel Posts: 6,147 Downloads: 5 Uploads: 0	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". __________________ "Victory will come to us from the wombs of our women." - Houari Boumedienne, President of Algeria, Speech before the UN, 1974

11-09-05, 02:17 PM	#13
Marhkimov Admiral Join Date: May 2005 Location: Bay Area, California, USA Posts: 2,377 Downloads: 0 Uploads: 0	Bravo for this thread!! 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. __________________ It takes two to tango

11-09-05, 07:30 AM	#2
Dowly Lucky Jack Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: Finland Posts: 25,055 Downloads: 32 Uploads: 0	Wasser bomben, BOOM BOOM! Submarine, BYE BYE!

11-09-05, 07:59 AM	#6
glenno Electrician's Mate Join Date: Apr 2005 Posts: 138 Downloads: 0 Uploads: 0	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 .

11-09-05, 08:26 AM	#7
glenno Electrician's Mate Join Date: Apr 2005 Posts: 138 Downloads: 0 Uploads: 0	Im laying in the captains bed about to give it a polish. when in comes the first mate and says were close to norwich.

11-09-05, 12:38 PM	#10
blackdog_kt Sailor man Join Date: Oct 2005 Posts: 46 Downloads: 0 Uploads: 0	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

11-09-05, 02:00 PM	#11
Sailor Steve Stowaway Posts: n/a Downloads: Uploads:	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.

11-09-05, 02:06 PM	#12
Mr.Fleck Planesman Join Date: May 2005 Location: Germany Posts: 197 Downloads: 0 Uploads: 0	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 Mr.Fleck

11-09-05, 04:58 PM	#14
Curval Navy Dude Join Date: May 2005 Location: Bermuda Posts: 177 Downloads: 2 Uploads: 0	Winter on the sea Deck gun inoperative Strong winds and high waves

11-09-05, 05:38 PM	#15
hakkikt Bosun Join Date: Aug 2005 Posts: 62 Downloads: 0 Uploads: 0	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. __________________ mobilis in mobili