Poetry of Kurbs-- warning-- poetry---warning--- (548 hits)
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Submitted by Kurbs <staggman.at.gmail.com> (View user info) at 2005-03-09 22:08:21 EST
I warned you, this is a bunch of poetry I wrote a year or two ago, but stopped, just looking for some feedback on it, if people like it i may consider writing again, if not, ill -2 killmyself
If you are just glancing, look at How Many of You, Cookie, River, Girl Haiku, and Private Sullivan, those are what I think are my best...
i know, its all bullshit but i havent posted in a while, and anythings better than another chris evans post right?
Grandpa
my grandfather Phil loved to work on cars,
Often outside, even under the stars.
He knew Chevies and Pontiacs inside and out,
I'm sure working for GM gave him some clout.
My grandfather was an intelligent man,
When he grew old; he came up with a plan.
He'd sell off his land along Concord Road,
and move to a Florida humble abode.
1999 was as bad as a goat,
For he found he had Cancer infecting his throat.
He moved to a home in great New Hampshire,
We visited him many times in a year.
The day Grandpa died was so very sad,
Some people upset, and even some mad.
Many of us wished we could turn things around,
So that day we'd not have to put him in the ground.
As I wander through a meandering way,
As I do almost every day,
I know he's behind me with a map as my guide,
He did when he was alive and continues now that he's died.
Of my Grandfather I am very proud,
I know he's up there watching from a cloud.
I know he is happy and with his old friends,
And in my heart I hope this poem never ends!
The Tree
I am the tree which gives you shade,
When that harsh sun just won't fade,
The one you tell your problems to,
"The only one" who listens to you.
The tree you come to when no one's around,
You sit in my shade upon the ground,
The one you climb in when you feel unsafe,
The one who holds you like a giant safe.
I am the tree which gives you shade,
And when you're here, you've got it made!
Cookie
Can satisfy my hunger,
Only if eaten in number
Often times are snuck,
Kitchen floor sounds like a truck,
In my stomach it will go,
Eating, eating cooked up dough!
From My Plane
From my plane, I see down below,
It takes me to; it takes me fro,
Some prefer sea,
But that's not me,
Down we will all go!
Giant Pineapple
The giant pineapple sits on a shelf,
The giant pineapple - all by itself.
It's made of paper so it won't rot,
Until it is ablaze, we'll notice it not!
(Note: a week after writing this the Giant Pineapple in question randomly set on fire)
World Came Tumbling
The world came tumbling down,
On every city and town,
The day the plane crashed in,
An created fire within,
The whole world stopped motion,
From ocean to ocean,
And I do beleive we all cried,
Over those who had died,
We grieved for a while,
Over the rubble pile,
And now it's been TWO YEARS,
Since we shed those united cheers,
And now I don't know if you remember,
That coldest ever September!
That Flag
That Flag with 13 Big, Bold Bars,
The one with 50 silver stars
It is that flag, which makes us free,
So you can speak your mind to me,
You take all your freedoms for granted,
Don't you remember how our seeds were planted?
You have no respect for the Red White and Blue
You're lucky that its government still has respect for you
That Morning
The day that it happened I was in school,
Dreaming of lunch, and starting to drool,
We had a Bus Fire Drill, I wonder why?
The only hint we received was the busdrivers cry,
I didn't find out 'til I arrived at my home,
Checking the weather to see if I could roam,
What I saw instead was a big cloud of dust,
Tons and Tons of steel, falling, to rust,
The plane crashing in and the unison cry,
The black smoke rising against that blue sky,
I saw people running, and falling,
People yelling and bawling,
The whole nation was mourning,
That September Morning,
We all became so patriotic,
After that day was so chaotic,
Yet, now you're all back to protesting this war,
You're lucky the people in our Army remember who they're fighting for,
So if you don't remember,
The September or December,
In which our nation cried,
You don't DESERVE any pride!
Disgrace
How can you disgrace the name,
Of a country with so much glorious fame?
You don't even stand to say our great pledge,
It's starting to drive me over the edge,
The flag stands for our freedom, I KNOW,
But it also means you're AMERICAN, the knowledge some lack,
You'd think we'd realize this, after those evil Osama Attacks,
For this great COUNTRY, I'd willingly die,
Some of you would rather just sit there and cry,
From this I hope you don't take any offense,
But I'm sick of those few who are awfully dense!
As for War with Iraq, it's necessary,
Who cares 'bout support from Chez Paris
So decide if you're AMERICAN, but if you have a doubt,
Here's one more of your choices...GET OUT!
How Many of You
how many of you would willingly die?
To make our country NOT have to cry?
If I could I'd go to war,
So this country will suffer no more,
Most people will take,
But very few give,
My life for YOUR rights I'd WILLINGLY give!
Please, don't get me wrong,
I don't WANT to die,
I just never want to see,
Mother Liberty, again, cry.
Girl Haiku
That one Beautiful Girl,
With necklace of pure white pearls,
Trips and falls over.
River
River is peaceful,
Long, Blue, and flowing swiftly,
Reaching for the sea.
Private Sullivan
I was once with the soldiers, who went away to war,
And I can tell you they remembered what they were fighting for,
They left their friends and families,
To defend people, like you and me,
So on that sad Sunday, in October,
They left their families, who wished it over,
They got on a ship to the Middle East,
After what may have been their last family feast,
One young soldier named Sullivan,
Was a good Private and a Great Man,
So when he stepped down from his door,
He didn't ask for anything more,
Than a Rifle, Sidearm and a knife,
And then he left to risk his life,
He went into combat with the Iraqi Regime,
He never got to fulfill his lifelong dream,
The dream that ALL Americans have,
Instead, he died to save his Armored Cav.,
His family was not paid a whole lot,
But complain is something they would not,
They did what that great, young private would do,
Their son was raised with respect for me and for you,
But in the end that Private's son,
Had to follow his fathers blazing gun,
So now in a war with the same Regime,
He's turned some Iraqis into cream,
And as his father protects him from a cloud,
You know one thing, he is PROUD!
User Reviews
Submitted by stevendurel (user info) at 2005-03-15 18:40:49 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I like your style. You have a lot of potential.
- Steven Durel
Submitted by Smoothe (user info) at 2005-03-10 11:45:39 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
didn't they teach you in English class that not all poetry has to rhyme? No? Well, just so you know it doesn't. But keep up the...the...work.
Submitted by vettesrule88 (user info) at 2005-03-10 07:10:51 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
asctually my Sullivan was about my neighbor, and i havent ever heard of this carolines spine
Submitted by Chinaski (user info) at 2005-03-10 03:19:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
here's a pity 0. This was NOT better than Chris Evans shit.
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2005-03-10 02:15:43 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Fuck man, don't listen to those morons. This ruled.
PLUS FUCKING TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Submitted by Can_Always_Trust_A_Liar (user info) at 2005-03-10 01:34:42 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Awful.
Not really, I didn't even read it. Does that make this review better than someone who didn't review at all, or worse?
Oh well, +2 b/c poetry kicks ass.
Submitted by Zoidberg (user info) at 2005-03-10 01:26:00 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This reached a level of generic crap I didn't know was possible. I guess you deserve a +2 for that
Submitted by polyamorousaj (user info) at 2005-03-10 00:11:07 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Sullivan Bros. are fucking martyrs in Waterloo.
Submitted by Saxon (user info) at 2005-03-09 22:49:02 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I knew i shouldnt have clicked on this link. you see im poetry illiterate even though i turn a verse now and then.
Read this you will see what i mean.
http://www.ubersite.com/m/59942
hehehehehehe
Submitted by Perzik (user info) at 2005-03-09 22:43:53 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
No Comment
Submitted by Degreeless_Capibara (user info) at 2005-03-09 22:40:50 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Just a band that sings a song called Sullivan. Similar to the poem you wrote.
Submitted by MandaPanda (user info) at 2005-03-09 22:14:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Yup.
Submitted by vettesrule88 (user info) at 2005-03-09 22:12:14 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
what the fuck is carolines spine?
Submitted by Degreeless_Capibara (user info) at 2005-03-09 22:11:40 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Listen to Caroline's Spine much?