inkus2000 New Party Member

Joined : 31 Mar 2008 Posts : 541 Location : I woke up this morning and I dont know where I am.
| Subject: Poems Thu Apr 17, 2008 1:43 am | |
| If you have any poems leave them in
It can be about anything deep or shallow or even just funny rhymes ect |
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Watermelon ZEK in siberian gulag

Age : 97 Joined : 05 Apr 2008 Posts : 2641 Location : Iceland
| Subject: Re: Poems Thu Apr 17, 2008 2:54 am | |
| this is a haiku that i made up on the spot dont you think it rocks _________________

"The market is not an invention of capitalism. It has existed for centuries. It is an invention of civilization" Mikhail Gorbachev, June 8, 1990
accept green or die!!!
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inkus2000 New Party Member

Joined : 31 Mar 2008 Posts : 541 Location : I woke up this morning and I dont know where I am.
| Subject: Re: Poems Thu Apr 17, 2008 3:06 am | |
| | Pannekoek wrote: | this is a haiku that i made up on the spot dont you think it rocks |
Its very.................. Zen |
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Renegade_Kautsky Worker of the World Republic

Joined : 16 Feb 2008 Posts : 350 Location : In the belly of the beast
| Subject: Re: Poems Thu Apr 17, 2008 4:54 am | |
| Heres a good Wilfred Owen Poem about WWI
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime... Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori. _________________
 I have no country to fight for; my country is the earth, and I am a citizen of the world.
- Eugene Debs |
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inkus2000 New Party Member

Joined : 31 Mar 2008 Posts : 541 Location : I woke up this morning and I dont know where I am.
| Subject: Re: Poems Thu Apr 17, 2008 4:57 am | |
| | Quote: | | [quote="Renegade_Kautsky"]Heres a good Wilfred Owen Poem about WWI |
Remember covering that in school |
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