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Logan Hall
Brody Williams
I expect that sort of thing from Burgers, but not from Bongs. You disappoint your ancestors, from the Saxons to Kipling.
Thomas Rivera
Poetry is for fags not literature and culture.
Notice that I mentioned Lord of the rings gets a pass as it uses it as world building and a connection to knife eared faggots. This is acceptable.
Dominic Campbell
I love my raifu.
She does not love me back though.
She jammed twice today.
Jose Anderson
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Let go of my purse
I don't fucking know you
Asher Foster
t. uncultured swing and probably wog.
Alexander Gutierrez
How can a person be this wrong?
Adam James
Poetry is not Zig Forums. Reported.
Carter Jenkins
OLD IRONSIDES by Oliver Wendall Holmes
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
Long has it waved on high,
And many an eye has danced to see
That banner in the sky;
Beneath it rung the battle shout,
And burst the cannon’s roar;—
The meteor of the ocean air
Shall sweep the clouds no more!
Her deck, once red with heroes’ blood
Where knelt the vanquished foe,
When winds were hurrying o’er the flood
And waves were white below,
No more shall feel the victor’s tread,
Or know the conquered knee;—
The harpies of the shore shall pluck
The eagle of the sea!
O, better that her shattered hulk
Should sink beneath the wave;
Her thunders shook the mighty deep,
And there should be her grave;
Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every thread-bare sail,
And give her to the god of storms,—
The lightning and the gale
Luke Bell
Cold Iron
Rudyard Kipling
Gold is for the mistress – silver for the maid –
Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade."
"Good!" said the Baron, sitting in his hall,
"But Iron – Cold Iron – is master of them all."
So he made rebellion 'gainst the King his liege,
Camped before his citadel and summoned it to siege.
"Nay!" said the cannoneer on the castle wall,
"But Iron – Cold Iron – shall be master of you all!"
Woe for the Baron and his knights so strong,
When the cruel cannon-balls laid 'em all along;
He was taken prisoner, he was cast in thrall,
And Iron – Cold Iron – was master of it all!
Yet his King spake kindly (ah, how kind a Lord!)
"What if I release thee now and give thee back thy sword?"
"Nay!" said the Baron, "mock not at my fall,
For Iron – Cold Iron – is master of men all."
"Tears are for the craven, prayers are for the clown –
Halters for the silly neck that cannot keep a crown."
"As my loss is grievous, so my hope is small,
For Iron – Cold Iron – must be master of men all!"
Yet his King made answer (few such Kings there be!)
"Here is Bread and here is Wine – sit and sup with me.
Eat and drink in Mary's Name, the whiles I do recall
How Iron – Cold Iron – can be master of men all!"
He took the Wine and blessed it. He blessed and brake the Bread.
With His own Hands He served Them, and presently He said:
"See! These Hands they pierced with nails, outside My city wall,
Show Iron – Cold Iron – to be master of men all."
"Wounds are for the desperate, blows are for the strong.
Balm and oil for weary hearts all cut and bruised with wrong.
I forgive thy treason – I redeem thy fall –
For Iron – Cold Iron – must be master of men all!"
"Crowns are for the valiant – sceptres for the bold!
Thrones and powers for mighty men who dare to take and hold!"
"Nay!" said the Baron, kneeling in his hall,
"But Iron – Cold Iron – is master of men all!
Iron out of Calvary is master of men all!"