In response to Cygnus's fawning, I have made the decision to post my poems that I have written. Some of these I wrote for a poetry constest and ended up getting it published in an anthology. So anyway I will lead off with my 2005 published poem.
Lover's Poem
Your eyes of amber, mystic and rare
That make me feel light as air
For they dazzle and sparkle so bright
That makes moonlight radiant and light
Your face of regal beauty
Never once unruly
For it is but fair and sheen
Surely one of royal queens
Your lips red as the rose
That give your face gentle repose
Through by grace, with gentle voice
One of graceful, music poise
Your kiss of great passion
Stir my heart into action
For they bring the great fire
One kiss, one passionate desire
I enjoyed it. You have a great gift for writing, whether it be the Fics, or poems. Hoping to see more.
Its a sweet poem. I liked it, mainly because its the sort of poem that doesn't go over the head. Great job!
You are an inspiration to me 'cos I like writing poems. I've got one, if I may:
The stars shine lightly
In the night sky
While the moon
Hangs up high
The sun comes up
Starts flashing bright
Unlike the stars
That were out at night
People wake up
Get out of bed
Because at night
They rest their head
But not me
I like the night
But most people don't see
The lovely sight
-Matt G 2006
OOOOh JM12, I could definately feel that one. :nod: :thmbup1: :hattip:
There's something about the way you write...
I've got one from a while back. Hope you like.
This was published a few years ago.
It's not of the meter and rhyme of yours, but it came to me nonetheless.
Arctic Menace
Frosty wind, hard and cold, why do you bother me?
I can feel you thumping on my window, arousing me.
I hear you moaning your incessant tune, blowing away my warm dreams
of spring.
You are so cruel, whipping through the streets like a
banshee, forcing the trees around you to bend and nakedly
endure your arctic touch.
I’ve figured you out, you cold, blue devil. I know
what you want. You’d love nothing more than to bury me
with your numbing, frozen breath.
Ensconced and warm, I watch you dance your icy parade
from my window. It seems as if you almost enjoy your work.
I can hear your groaning laughter as you push, scatter, and disrupt everything within your grasp.
Nothing is safe from your enigmatic enterprise.
Dance all you want snowy blur, dance your favorite jig.
I know something you’ve forgotten. Soon the days will grow warmer
and your bite will not hurt me. The sun will shine longer and your
smiling cousin will visit and tell me stories, warm songs from the south.
I will smile and inhale his breath, fresh of spring’s unthaw.
So, go ahead and blow already, blow until you’re blue.
I’ll hold out, wait you out, and use my warm, summer dreams
to endure you.
February 10, 2001
Darth Kotor, that was awesome, more please!
Thanks for the compliments to everyone.
Darth KOTOR: That is a very good poem. You just reminded me that I did tumble out of bed this morning.
Cygnus: I can feel those icicles coming. You have good description. I started this thread because of you. You've inspired me to write my poems again.
With that said, I have another poem that was asked to be published in an anthology. This one was the first one I wrote and was inspired by, of all things, one of those teen series books Angel: The Soul Trade.
Song of Soul
Reds, yellows, greens and blues
The main colors with many hues
Vital of life, beautiful too,
The essence of humanity conatined in these many hues
The essence that contains evil within
And makes those regret sin
It cannot be destroyed of course
But improves with remorse
The very essence to bring redemption
And evil in consumption
The beauty of colors glow
With the essence of the human soul
Re: The first one: It was good :), but I think you tied yourself down too heavily to the rhyme, so the meter didn't quite work, and changed with each verse...Overall, I felt it seemed forced, I'm afraid.
the second one: again, the meter is off and highly variable. It's evocative and clear, but the articulation feels...a little clumsy, IMO.
Your opinion of course and you are entitled to it. That last one was my first that I wrote. I was just thinking one day and wrote it down. My later ones tend to look more like spells. Not my fault entirely but most things I write are intentional.
Now that's called stirring the soul.
I must say master, you've got the stuff.
Your brain and your heart are wired together and they're ommiting a very awesome vibe. I feel privleged to be enjoying something so personal to you.
Thank you for that.
I really appreciate and enjoy your mind. I'm like a poetry crack addict and I can't get enough.
...and I hope you have more.
Here's another published one. It was written about this time of year.
The person it was written for is no longer around, but it's value to me has no pricetag.
Indian Summer Kiss
The summer heat has subsided and the leaves
have paled another shade.
The sky seems a bit more cloudy now and tomorrow
I heard it will rain.
Soon the air will blow crisply and the leaves
will abandon their trees.
The grass will fade into browness and the
cool air will silence the bees.
Just listen to me and remember and please
know this to be true,
It may seem strange, but all things must change…
All things except my love for you.
Darth Insidious, poetry and good poetic feelings expressed on paper (or on screen) aren't defined by too many rules.
Sometimes when you express what your heart tells you too, rules don't apply.
Who wants me to post another poem.
*No-one puts up hand*
Well i'll post one anyway
*groans*
FREDDY KRUEGER
The Darkness
Takes away light
For some
It gives them a fright
They run away
Hide in their beds
Shivering
From toe too head
On the 13th
If it's Friday
He will make it
His day
He comes at night
Kills people in their dreams
So he doesn't have to
Listen to their screams
Then he goes
Leaving no trace
Except a corpse
With a mutated face
-Matt G 2006
@JediMaster12-Nice second poem. I liked it betta than your first
@Cygnus-More nice poems, though I liked your first one betta.
Your opinion of course and you are entitled to it. That last one was my first that I wrote. I was just thinking one day and wrote it down. My later ones tend to look more like spells. Not my fault entirely but most things I write are intentional.
Purely done in the spirit of constructive criticism :)
@Cygnus: Maybe so, but form is important in a poem ;)
JM12 chose to use certain forms, and I offered some (I hope) constructive criticism on the use of the forms :)
More great poems, they're all very well written and thoughtful.
I can't really explain the emotions that I get when I read them. Very nice work everyone!
@Cygnus: Maybe so, but form is important in a poem
True Darth InSidious, but no one is being graded on these.
Your insight however, is absolutely welcome. Sometimes I run off at the pen and nothing makes sense.
Yes, form is important, but if concentrating on form hinders the creative process then abandoning it for a time is certainly acceptable.
...you know, keep the juices flowin'.
Darth Kotor, that is quite clever. Very interesting.
@Mr_BFA That's got me thinking. I feel like I've just slipped into an abyss and the light is fading. I feel a loss beyond my control. Nice one!!!
Cygnus: That was a sweet poem.
Darth Insidious: I had no idea I was following a form. I read more of Walt Whitman's poems and have analyzed it. I have read William Butler Yeats and Robert Frost but I have a tendency to read Walt Whitman.
@ everyone: Sorry I didn't specify but if you have the creative genius, go ahead and post your poems. Cygnus will tell you I wrote some interesting Echani poetry concerning beating frenzied fans with an umbrella. He'll have to find the thread.
Anyway, here is another poem. It is the same one I posted in the Armstice thread. It is my poenm on heroes. Yes Cygnus darling, I found it finally. It was inspired by something I heard from the movie Black Hawk Down.
Heroes
What is often asked of me
'Is a Hero what you want to be?'
'Fight a war that is not yours?'
Often no words come from my Mouth
And the conversation heads South
When asked again I have a Thought
The answer to the question sought
'Not a chance in Hell
'No one asks to be a Hero,' I say
'It sometimes turns out that way'
As years go by and by
That same question tends to fly
To new knights, not those of old
But always the answer's the same
'No one asks for Hero as a name'
Nice poems JediMaster and BFA. Here comes another:
THE WIND
The cool morning breeze
Flows through your hair
Try to stop it
If you dare
It is untamed
The wind rules all
Oppose it
And things will fall
It destroys
All in it's way
Making trees
Sway
But soon it's over
It has stopped
All the things
It has mopped
But it comes back
As all assume
And everything
The wind consumes.
The funny thing is, I thought up all 3 of my poems thus far on the spot.
The funny thing is, I thought up all 3 of my poems thus far on the spot.
The force is stronnnnng with youuuuuu. :lightning
My creative writing teacher always told me to keep the ink flowin'.
That was back when we use to use pens and paper to write.
So, I'll just pass that on. Never stop creating, never stop writing. :comp9:
JM12 I'm glad you found it. This is very interesting and quite unique. Sometimes we get caught up in forces beyond our control and our personality, upbringing, and character depict our actions. Sometimes it's heroic, but mostly only to those that have been helped.
It took a minute to digest, but, while I was reading it the first time, it reminded me of something I wrote/performed a while ago. It was poetic in nature but was actually a rap song. :sing9:
...waits patiently for JM12 to regain consciousness.
I know, I know, a RAP?!? What the... :eyeraise:
Well, for one, I can't sing. Two, I was very emotional over the war that had just began. Three, I was confused and torn in what to believe and was still smarting from 9/11. Four, 8 Mile had just come out and I kind of borrowed a bit of style and attitude from Marshall Mathers.
Ideas started to flow, so I ran with it.
My brother and his younger friends liked it alot. They all looked at me weirdly, like, where did you get that? I told them I did it and their jaws dropped.
I can't post it here. First off it's a piece that needs to be spoken for the full effect. Two, the subject matter and language would be moderator ammo and is definately Rated-R. Third, quite a few things have changed since then. I might need to add another stanza.
I hope you have more, and where, pray tell, are our other Ahtonaut poets?
The rap sounds interesting. Sorry I didn't faint. :lol: I wrote a diddy to a rap and it came out quite good.
What I said about my Echani poetry, big surprise, each one was written when I posted. It just came to me then.
I have another poem. This one was inspired by the events at Pearl Harbor and I actually wrote it to commenorate that day which shall live in infamy. So here it is.
The Harbor
It is the crack of dawn
As the sun comes over the lawn.
The great ships are off the shores
As sailors go about their morning chores.
People rising from sleep
Having duties to keep.
For off the coast
Was a wave unprepared for most.
It was a normal day at the barber
When the Men attacked the harbor.
Ships bombed to bits
Looking like popped zits.
Seen from the window of the barber
The day they bombed Pearl Harbor.
Hehe, this is a relaxing thread :) I don't have the skills to write poems, though I can do a 10 page analysis of the evolution of political institutions in Vietnam and Cambodia from the 1954 to today >.< Nothing relaxing or fun to read hehe.
I really like JM12's first poem. It somehow stirs something in me.
And I can feel the love between Cygnus and JM.
Too much love. We need to kill it. Do it like famous french poet Baudelaire. Opium and prostitutes.
Just kidding :D
LIAYD: Cygnus is in love with my poetry. You should have seen what he did when I wrote my Echani poetry. I think at one point he flopped at my feet. As to writing poems, I am sure you can write some. Sometimes you have to have a favorite poet to inspire. Some of my poems reflect certain styles or the idea came from somewhere. THe first one, they type of structure came from the Aristocats believe it or not. I have some based on a bit of Shakepeare that is recited in the Three Musketeers (the Disney movie). It's all about what you feel in your heart.
@Lukeiamyourdad- You could write that out, but turn it into a poem, like so:
Cambodia's dyin'
Vietnam is flyin'
Politics is bad
Soon to be sad
Or something like that.
Nice AkumaSF. If you could expand that more, it would be great. You should write a few.
@JM12: Well, in the first one, to take an example, you've got an AA-BB rhyming pattern, and an approximation of an octameter in terms of rhythm...
@topic: Small thing I thought up last night:
Loss
Darkness shrouds all:
Faith, Hope, Love are all consumed.
But dawn may pierce it yet.
Have you ever considered Haiku Darth Insidious? I think that might suit your tastes a bit and your style. Your poem is short but you sum up the intended feeling.
Heheh, yeah, that was originally going to be a haiku, but I screwed up the number of syllables per line...
*gasps*
The one who says he's incapable of error made and error!! Bring out the champagne!!
What the gods have sought to see
And look on with joyous glee
One who stays the harden path
And crumbles with error's wrath
Just messing with you but the reason I thought haiku was the structure of that verse. I guess I still remember my foray with Japanese culture. I think I might explore the waka poems eventually.
*gasps*
The one who says he's incapable of error made and error!! Bring out the champagne!!
I didn't make an error! I just increased my error margine!
:xp:
Just messing with you but the reason I thought haiku was the structure of that verse. I guess I still remember my foray with Japanese culture. I think I might explore the waka poems eventually.
As I said, it was meant to be, but it ended up being 4-7-6, not 5-7-5 ;)
Some Haiku's don't follow the traditional 5-7-5 style. I learned that at skool considering I'm currently studying poems.
@JediMaster12- You mean the one about politics?
Yeah. The one you were trying to convince LIAYD to write. That would be an interesting one. I actually wrote one about the Highlands of Vietnam, the Ia-Drang Valley. What the soldiers of the 7th calvary called the Valley of the Shadow of Death.
Well, i'll try, althoughI don't know anything about Cambodia/Vietnam politics:
Cambodia is dead
Politicians lose their head
Vietnam not good
It's not like it should
Cambodia's dyin'
Vietnam is flyin'
Politics is bad
Soon to be sad
But they came back
Got rid of slack
They started growing
And the water started flowing
Now they can live
But we still have to give
Because we have stuff
And they sometimes don't have enough
So give to the poor generously!
-Matt G 4/12/06
Will that suffice?
The Pearl Harbour poem JM12, that got me the feeling of actually seeing everything occur, made me feel that i was back in the cinema's watchin the movie (Abit wierd i know but hey! it was an alright movie lol) I liked yours aswell AumaSF, even thhough im the same .. Not that high up on the Vietnam education scale. Don't know much about it. Anyways, here is another one of mine, i thought i would share and stuff ... See what youse think. :D
- Darkened Soul -
As you stare through that Frosted window,
Taking another sip, out of that Silvery lined flask,
I already know whats in it -
I do not need to ask.
You are all couped up,
Inside this deadened, darkened hole,
All you have to do is reach over,
And grab that coffee cup;
I just want to see you whole.
Every night ... I'm just sitting here, watching you sleeping,
I'm wondering what your dreaming,
Even thinking, if it's really me you're seeing,
Go and turn off that light,
Turn around, and close the door.
Will you ever live again,
Or will you just stay here, forever more ... ?
Akuma: That was very good. I ask this: Does the water refer to blood?
Mr. BFA: I did use the movie for reference but I also used the documentaries that they show on the History channel and textbooks. When I write for things that I have not seen but are accurately depicted on film, I write what is going through my mind. As to your poem, that was good about the coffee. Maybe you should PM it to stingerhs :lol:
Here is that poem I wrote on the Ia Drang Valley. It is not one of my best and I think I actually stuck my tongue out after it when I was finished.
The Highlands- Ia Drang Valley
Why are we here
as the time draws near?
At a place no one has seen
Nor remember what had been
In the highlands of a place
Where we have never before seen the other face
The first time new methods done
As members of the 7th Calvary shown
As they landed without a net
Into the Valley of the Shadow of Death
Where they face a major folly
Where no one remembers Ia Drang Valley
@JM12- No, it means that they got some more water. I think. @Mr_BFA- Nice poem. It reminds me of Adgar Alan Poe's "Never more"
Time to move this to our new playground: The Outer Rim Territories (
http://www.lucasforums.com/forumdisplay.php?f=693)
Nice poems btw, keep it up! :)
Time to move this to our new playground: The Outer Rim Territories (
http://www.lucasforums.com/forumdisplay.php?f=693)
(In reference to a conversation between me and TSR on the topic of non-Star Wars fiction-based forum)
"At last, our crusade is complete. At last, we shall have our freedom."
Excellent move, D! You're sure to get best moddy award this year! :D
Here is a little haiku I just thought up:
DARKNESS
Darkness everywhere
It shrouds everything we see
Destroying all light
-Matt G 12/12/06
Nice. You used the dialogue that the Jedi use when preaching about the dangers of the dark side. It could also be reference to darkness in the soul after a tragedy.
Here is another poem that I wrote about the greatest land here in America, the West. Of course it is before the West was won.
The Call of the Wild
Swiftly, swiftly sings the long rivers
As the fishes swim down its slivers
Splishing and splashing
In the distance the Bighorns clashing
High in the sky the eagle flew
As the wind swiftly blew
Across the plains
Soothed by summer rains
As the praire grasses dance
and the wild mustangs dance
Across the land Endless
In herds of perfect bliss
From forests to praires
That stretch to the seas
The land suited best
in the Heart of the West
I like that poem JM12. And I was trying to do the Beware of Dark Side thingy for my haiku.
I hope this is the proper spot for my free-style ramblings.
I wouldn't quite label the following as poetry, but, I never was very good at following rules.
-No Title-
When the sunset begins, you don't even realize it has. Everything is still alive. The brilliance of the day is still with us and the sky projects its blue vastness. Clouds appear white and softly carefree. They are as innocent as they were this afternoon, riding high and steady.
As they drift on towards the horizon, chasing the sun and following him to the edge, I can see his orange glow has tanned them and he has painted them to his liking.
The blueness of the sky has deepened into plum. Orange has given way to pink salmon that crests the sun-less horizon which now desperately tries to hold off her purple blanket, so everpressing. The rest of the dark sky shrinks my pink glow even further down, smothering, extinguishing...
The rest of the sky has darkened. Clouds now seem colorlessly grey and lifeless. My beautiful pink brilliance has left me. Left me here to ponder and contemplate the comming night's cool breeze. The darkness proved too much. As with her light, so went her comforting warmth.
Night has descended. My heart sinks at the first twinklings of the bejeweled night sky. Only darkened clouds and colorless dreams drift above me now. Tears patter at my feet, but not all of them are of sorrow.
I'll live with her in my heart and dream of her warm rays around my neck, like arms warmly hugging me, comforting me, loving me.
...and just perhaps, I'll bask with her once again in the morrow.
Nice Cygnus. I like it. I'll have another poem up in a few days.
Cygnus darling that is beautiful. I can almost se the colors made of the setting sun, or is it the rising sun? Somehow I get the impression that you are writing to me. Anyway in response to that I have another poem that I wrote. This is based upon the Chinese Moon Festival and the Moon Lady. I hope you enjoy.
Moon Lady
Where is my husband, I do not know
Away, where I want to go
I know he is there
But loneliness is hard to bear
I follow the radiance in the sky
Yet I am always left behind
But he doesn't forget me, this is true
For his light gives my gown a silvery hue
So here I am alone
Where my husband, the Sun, once shown
Aw, how sweet. Here is another from me:
LIFE OR DEATH
Life
Death
It doesn't matter
If first or the latter
It happens
To all
Eventually
You don't think so?
You shall see
For it comes
You just don't know when
You're either alive
Or your dead
-Matt G 28/12/06
AkumaSF. I love the meter of life or Death it seems to roll off my tounge when I read aloud. Too cool.
JM-12 The Call of the Wild is sweet. It seems as if time is standing still for me to look around. Nice. It seems as if you've been there.
The MoonLady gives me that feeling of loss and longing. It's just like you to use your words to stir up emotions. You have the gift. Thanks for sharing.
More please! I may have to start begging again. :lol:
Mr_BFA I'm thoroughly impressed. That is definately heavy indeed. Lightly defined and left a lot up to my imagination. Absolutely loved it.
Paradigm Shift
This was sometime in the summer of '03. The war was on and I was getting antsy and contemplative.
Thought you might like.
This one actually prompted the anti-war rap I wrote later.
-Still untitled-
Hope this finds you
rational and sane
Do not refrain
or run from the pain and disdain
of what you see with your eyes
just realize
that it is our demise
to take our eyes off the prize
and side with the plans
that sends man against (his brother) man
to scan the sand
for his duty and pride
And although I've tried,
tried to be true
true to you, the Red, White and Blue
The place I grew
to become Who?
A man who stares
at the sunrise and cares
about the wares and tears
of those far from where...
they belong
A kiss and a song
It seems all wrong
to be gone, long
trying to be strong
for those back home
with family or alone
who's dreaming of them
wondering when
they'll get home again to spend
the rest of their lives
with love and pride
without having to hide
behind masks of lies,
sighs or painful cries
I'm trying to understand
this man against man
remembering a time
and my grandfather's rhyme:
"Don't believe in men's plots, schemes or plans,
the fate of the world
well, it rests in God's hands"
OMG! There was a war in '03!? Must've slept through it...
Seriously though, that's a good poem, looking forward to more.
I've really enjoyed reading this thread. We have some talented poets here! :^: I also have a few poems to contribute. Here is one:
The Unknown Soldier
Within our nation’s cemetery,
A monument of memory
Stands tall, alone,
In which few bones
Are laid – the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.
For every man, unsung, untold,
Who did not his own life withhold,
In peace, in war,
But gave all for
America – an unknown soldier.
Such love of country – such sacrifice
Is here immortal – O! what a price
Is paid each day
For liberty—
And should the patriot fire smolder?
Should their deaths be set at naught?
The cause for which our soldiers fought,
Our young men died,
Our mothers cried,
And children grieved like ones far older?
The trumpet’s voice! Its mournful sound
Rises clear above the crowd:
“The debt we owe
Cannot be told.
God bless the unknown soldier!”
O liberty! O precious gift!
May the sleeping Eagle lift
Once more her wings
As America sings:
“God bless the unknown soldier!”
I like that poem Emalin. Is that about the war in Iraq?
Here is another poem from me:
TROUBLE IN THE WORLD
Our world is evil
Our world is dying
There is no peace
There is no love
But, what can we do?
We can try
But there are others
Who make more die
Greed
Disease
Famine
Hatred
What can we do?
We shall all wonder
Until we all
Unite as one
Forget races
Forget colour
Forget wealth
Forget hatred
Than we shall live as one
-Matt G 4/01/'07
@Emalin. I've seen the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier and it is quite a powerful place. Very nice poem, drips with patriotism.
Way to jump in there AkumaSF. I wish more felt like you.
Where are you JM12? I figured you'd have something on this topic.
Well, of course, I'm going to change the direction once again.
Maybe this'll bring JM12 out of hiding.
The Reasons for Spring
Spiderwebs sag from the weight of the droplets littering it's perfect lines.
The accompanying breeze pulls them from their perch and lets them fall to the grass below, already drenched with the day's pour.
The drops sit bubbled then flatten and dissappear, leaving the ground wet where they once sat. Lying in scattered puddles, they wash away winter's secrets now un-thawed, preparing the ground for summer's lush intent.
That's what spring is for.
Buds fat and ripe crowd each other for the choice seats on the limb.
They are patiently awaiting the sun's caress to open them and reveal their green beauty. They sit and dream of the sun's nurturing smile that will praise them and make them grow strong and full to hide the limb's cracks and wounds of a menacing arctic struggle.
That's what spring is for.
The frosty bite is now gone, though we remember him in a breeze from the lake, still sharp and carrying the scent of ice. The excitement of the eminent summer to come takes some chill from the air and warms the heart with dreams of the past summers blended with ideas for the new.
The drab drape of winter will be pulled back to allow the rays of a new summer to shine through. Old habits, it seems, are discarded with old dreams to make room for brand new ones. Everything grows new again but, not quite like before.
I try to keep in mind
what I left behind
the best, mediocre and poor
But, as seasons change
we all must re-arrange
because, that's what spring is for.
@ AkumaSF
Thanks! The poem wasn't written specifically for Iraq, but, now that you mention it, it seems to fit that very well. :D
I like your latest poem, too! I agree, it would be great if everyone could feel that way. It's a sad fact that humans hate so naturally.
@ Cygnus Q'ol
I adore your use of words, Cygnus. The whole thing paints a beautiful picture of Spring. :) I can't wait to see your next poem!
This one is one of my favorites. I wrote it for a literature assignment, but I was determined to make it fun. :lol:
Ballad Of A Grandparent Who Is Lame In Both Feet
I settled down on my front porch
With a steaming cup of tea,
And took a long, luxurious sip
As I looked out over the sea.
My darling cat stood at the door,
Pondering, perhaps, if she should join me,
Until, out of nowhere, stupidly skittered
A mouse—right there for my cat to see!
What happened next was all a blur,
Vicious squalls and high-pitched squeaks,
When—suddenly—a horrific shatter,
And the feeling of fire all over my feet!
To this day I’m rather lame,
But I keep a cheerful face, you see;
For, oh! how my grandkids giggle to hear
Of the day when a mouse spilled my tea!
@Cygnus - I liked that poem. Although it's Summer now... Or if your in the northern hemisphere your in Winter.
@Emalin - That poem made me laugh aloud when it went "And the feeling of fire all over my feet!"
And then it said "When a mouse spilled my tea!" Great poem.
Darling Cygnus, I have been busy this holiday season. I do have another poem that was inspired by WWI and trench war fare. I wrote it after reading All's Quiet on the Western Front. I loved yours as well, even your ramblings.
Emalin: That was sweet about the grandparent thing. Kind of makes you feel lucky that you can still move. Your unknown soldier poem is good too.
Over the Top
Sitting here in the mud,
Makes me feel like a dud.
Water and blood up to my knee,
As any of my pals can see.
Far away the great guns boom,
Along with the feeling of certain doom.
That we go towards Death's door,
As we lie here on the moor.
As I sit here,
I think of my Sally dear.
Seeing her pretty eyes,
Instead of thinking of our demise.
Sitting here in the mud,
While holding fast to my gun.
My heart does stop,
As I go over the top.