Poetry competition CLOSED 14th August 2014 9:24am
WINNER
snugglebuck
snugglebuck
Epic Battles Of History
Anonymous
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Lest we Forget
Silent shadows filing up the tropical mountains
Forced death march by the conqueror
God turned away from his children
Who fought and killed for dominance of His creations
In a land other than their own
Full blasts, angry greedy minds of puny leaders
the winds from the mighty six
words written on parchment
gentle calligraphy Suzuki’s dragons
the winds of war rages over the sea
swords forgetting the laws of Bushido
now ground the meek, force the inhabitants
to bow to their mighty civilisation,
the proud Flag of the Rising Sun flew
they seeded the skies with death
destruction over Borneo, over the Pinoys
over the Sulus, the kings of the seas
the sea dwellers, the seafarers
the tribal hill warriors
the graceful plains people
the worshippers of the emperor
who reigned under bright peace
enlightened harmony, Shōwa
awoke the sky with man-made lightning
The ground shook with thunder
The innocent lost their loved ones
lost their innocence
Hell's gate opened, paradise lost,
fruits of rape, pillage and plunder
on sombre ground planted
Of mindless acts urged by lust
hate and anger
The Islanders know still
We will always remember.
*I have rewritten my entry: Next Personality in this Epic General Douglas MacArthur*
Silent shadows filing up the tropical mountains
Forced death march by the conqueror
God turned away from his children
Who fought and killed for dominance of His creations
In a land other than their own
Full blasts, angry greedy minds of puny leaders
the winds from the mighty six
words written on parchment
gentle calligraphy Suzuki’s dragons
the winds of war rages over the sea
swords forgetting the laws of Bushido
now ground the meek, force the inhabitants
to bow to their mighty civilisation,
the proud Flag of the Rising Sun flew
they seeded the skies with death
destruction over Borneo, over the Pinoys
over the Sulus, the kings of the seas
the sea dwellers, the seafarers
the tribal hill warriors
the graceful plains people
the worshippers of the emperor
who reigned under bright peace
enlightened harmony, Shōwa
awoke the sky with man-made lightning
The ground shook with thunder
The innocent lost their loved ones
lost their innocence
Hell's gate opened, paradise lost,
fruits of rape, pillage and plunder
on sombre ground planted
Of mindless acts urged by lust
hate and anger
The Islanders know still
We will always remember.
*I have rewritten my entry: Next Personality in this Epic General Douglas MacArthur*
Anonymous said:<< post removed >>
"epic" becomes relative as do so many things on this site because one could make the argument that the genocidal practices of Alexander or Hannibal - (whereby they wiped out entire cities killing all inhabitants including women & children) serve(d) as a blueprint for other "epic" battles like the extermination of the Native Americans or "injuns" as Billy the Kid would have said ...
... but that's par for the course when one considers this country was "discovered" by another narcissistic mass murdering cunt who's now celebrated with his own holiday ...
... but his mutilation of the Taino is nothing compared to the council given to Hannibal - that his troops should practice cannibalism to sustain themselves in hostile areas ...
... but I digress - my true point is let this writing competition take itself where it may - it's leaped frog from Billy the Kid to Sir Winston Churchill, if I ever finish my Churchill entry I was going to nominate Ghandi because he basically told the UK - fuck off without firing a single shot - now that's truly epic ...
... but what do I know - I'm the guy trying to write a play about how the descendants of those Taino who tried to launch a revolution to free their nation, Puerto Rico. To keep things balanced the U.S. government sent in 5,000 troops with air support to counter 106 known nationalists ... the nationalists greatest "victory" was a failed attempt to assassinate then President Harry Truman, they clearly weren't students of Alexander.
"epic" becomes relative as do so many things on this site because one could make the argument that the genocidal practices of Alexander or Hannibal - (whereby they wiped out entire cities killing all inhabitants including women & children) serve(d) as a blueprint for other "epic" battles like the extermination of the Native Americans or "injuns" as Billy the Kid would have said ...
... but that's par for the course when one considers this country was "discovered" by another narcissistic mass murdering cunt who's now celebrated with his own holiday ...
... but his mutilation of the Taino is nothing compared to the council given to Hannibal - that his troops should practice cannibalism to sustain themselves in hostile areas ...
... but I digress - my true point is let this writing competition take itself where it may - it's leaped frog from Billy the Kid to Sir Winston Churchill, if I ever finish my Churchill entry I was going to nominate Ghandi because he basically told the UK - fuck off without firing a single shot - now that's truly epic ...
... but what do I know - I'm the guy trying to write a play about how the descendants of those Taino who tried to launch a revolution to free their nation, Puerto Rico. To keep things balanced the U.S. government sent in 5,000 troops with air support to counter 106 known nationalists ... the nationalists greatest "victory" was a failed attempt to assassinate then President Harry Truman, they clearly weren't students of Alexander.
LobodeSanPedro said:I have to learn to type faster ... By the time I got my previous post up ... Grace enters that beauty.
Sorry, LSP. I thought I might as well post this while decisions are being made about Epic and what nots. Its way out here in my neck of the w(world)oods, but it was a battle, alright...heck... it was a war. I don't know whether this will qualify for the competition. But I could get read this way.
Sorry, LSP. I thought I might as well post this while decisions are being made about Epic and what nots. Its way out here in my neck of the w(world)oods, but it was a battle, alright...heck... it was a war. I don't know whether this will qualify for the competition. But I could get read this way.
Billy the Kid on his worst day
Could kick Ned Kelly's ass
On his best day
Billy beat the gallows
With six guns blazing
Ned was strung like a yo-yo
So show a little respect
For the Irish kid
Turned American Redneck
Cause unlike Australia
Theirs no Union Jack tattooed
On the flag of America
Could kick Ned Kelly's ass
On his best day
Billy beat the gallows
With six guns blazing
Ned was strung like a yo-yo
So show a little respect
For the Irish kid
Turned American Redneck
Cause unlike Australia
Theirs no Union Jack tattooed
On the flag of America
On oceans blue
I challenged for you
with ships of war
and aeroplanes too
I followed orders
faithful, true
even to the day I fought my veterans for you
Although loyal to you
I did not forget
I fought battles in peace
for my men's relief
In long and short
but never brief
I lived the best I could
as 'Dougout Doug'
For the next - let's visit an interesting woman. Xenobia of Palmyra
I challenged for you
with ships of war
and aeroplanes too
I followed orders
faithful, true
even to the day I fought my veterans for you
Although loyal to you
I did not forget
I fought battles in peace
for my men's relief
In long and short
but never brief
I lived the best I could
as 'Dougout Doug'
For the next - let's visit an interesting woman. Xenobia of Palmyra
Daughter of Cleopatra
though they suckle at my breasts seeking redemption
it is not the nectar of my milk that sustains them
it is the blood of their fallen brothers that engorges them with fear
seeds planted in my valley's walls by assassins with the susurrations of my beloved Septimius caressing my lobes
made my womb grow beyond the boundaries Egypt
leaving the Romans yelping like jackals feasting on my afterbirth
I have heard the wailing cries
of the fallen as any mother would
but I will not kneel to raise this child into the light until she calls me by my proper name
Augusta, Queen of Palmyra, conqueror of Rome
Next: Mahatma Gandhi
though they suckle at my breasts seeking redemption
it is not the nectar of my milk that sustains them
it is the blood of their fallen brothers that engorges them with fear
seeds planted in my valley's walls by assassins with the susurrations of my beloved Septimius caressing my lobes
made my womb grow beyond the boundaries Egypt
leaving the Romans yelping like jackals feasting on my afterbirth
I have heard the wailing cries
of the fallen as any mother would
but I will not kneel to raise this child into the light until she calls me by my proper name
Augusta, Queen of Palmyra, conqueror of Rome
Next: Mahatma Gandhi
