War and childhood (jobee's poems merged)

jobee

CBradbury wrote: »

This poem is excellent. Reminds me of something that I once had.
Nice work.

Thank you Brad,j

jobee

The Oak in Winter


don’t stare at me in winter time
I'm just an oak tree not a pine
pines stay neatly dressed all year
come winters chill they have no fear

from chilly winds, freezing snow
that rack my bough from top to toe
pouring rain, biting sleet
unguarded trunk, branches meet

pines don’t have this awful stress
casting off a summer dress
they don’t wear my worried frown
as dancing leaves flutter down

changing partners on the way
acknowledging their final day
hello, goodbye, its time to quit
no good sighing this is it

dance be merry twirl around
twist flutter to the ground
make a carpet o so rich
block the farmers drainage ditch

the pine looks on with nonchalant air
smartly dressed with not a care
my silhouette is stark, bare
to natures gaze, freezing air

O how I wish I was a pine
to hold these dying leaves of mine
don’t stare at me in winter time
come back in May, I'll be fine

jb©© Jobee

jobee

Aug 27th, 2010 - 9:26 AM
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jobee

The most unconventional General in the British army
during the Second World War was undoubtedly Major
General Orde Charles Wingate. His eccentricity in
matters of dress, diet, and military operations had
caused comment even before the Second World War.
Military they were not successful , therefore Wingate
can only be regarded as a pioneer in that field.

Not succesfull in Burma, the Japenese ignored him.

Major General Orde Charles Wingate DSO.
1903- 1944

Unconventional in any day,
In diet, in dress, in military fray,
Drawing attention the year he began,
Eccentricity the master plan.

Fluent in Arabic he went to Sudan,
But shortly after a change of plan,
To Palestine the next event,
Where Jew and Arab wouldn't relent.

Jews he favoured in this timeless war,
Advising how to settle the score,
Night patrols, surprise tactics,
Developing his bag of tricks.

Diverse, changing, never the same,
Frustrating Arabs in this little game,
Haile Selasse wanted him next,
Italian soldiers his country annexed.

Wingates skill came to the fore,
Soon Italians reigned no more,
Haile Selassie back on the throne,
Ruling Ethiopia virtually alone.

Burma next and different terrain,
Japanese soldiers ruled this domain,
Wingate ruthlessly over the top,
His badly wounded instantly shot.

But Japanese soldiers not easily fooled,
In jungle tactics efficiently schooled,
Burmese, Ghurkhas, British elite,
Speedily outwitted, made to retreat.

Deep penetration his last campaign,
For him a theory it would remain,
In 44' he took to the sky,
At 41 years young Wingate would die.

Jobee. A coy 3 para.©©

Antilles

Are you going somewhere with these?

jobee

Antilles wrote: »

Are you going somewhere with these?

I have been published.

Antilles

Ok, not sure why that's relevant. It just seems your flooding the board a bit.

jobee

Antilles wrote: »

Ok, not sure why that's relevant. It just seems your flooding the board a bit.

You ask "am I going anywhere", i said "Ive been published"

My answer was relevant.

jobee

Sir Anthony Eden-PM.MC.PC.

born an aristocrat near Durham town
handsome debonair of great renown
a commissioned officer in the first world war
the Military Cross for great valour

the battlefield he left behind
to Oxford intellectuals he took his mind
Arabic and Persian was his choice
he quietly studied spared his voice

at 23 years his future looked bright
already conditioned to fight the good fight
a passion for politics turned his head
the Foreign Office he made his bed

Chamberlian! Chamberain! what is this
appeasement! when and how is this
Im going Chamberlain ive had enough
did you not see Hitlers bluff

but Chamberlain quickly took the point
swiftly resigning his nose out of joint
as Foreign Secretary Sir Anthony was back
helping Churchill form a coalition pack

Minister for War this quiet man became
building the home guard, making his name
in ‘55 his ambitions matured
As PM destiny assured

In ‘56 stormy waters he met
President Nasser he would not abet
blocking the Suez and Straits of Tiran
Israels destruction the master plan

ill in body but mind alert
Britains will he would assert
with French and Israelis upon the attack
Egyptian armies we swiftly did sack

Russia and America ask us to leave
Israel's safety the UN would proceed
making him open the Straits of Tiran
unblocking the canal his workmen began

Sir Anthony later would resign
For years his health had been in decline
In '77 this great Englishman would die
St Mary's in Wiltshire his body does lie

I considered it a great honour to drop with

3 Parachute group,The French foreign Legion, [paratroops] The Israeli [paratroops] that took the Mitla pass.

Great Britain! Vive le France! Shalom Israel © 2002

Sir Anthony, you were right..
Jobee a coy 3 parachute group.

Arial Sharon was a commander in the Israeli attack

jobee

Antilles wrote: »

Ok, not sure why that's relevant. It just seems your flooding the board a bit.

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So you don't want creative writing posted on the creative writing site.

Its all getting rather confusing. Go see your doctor.

pickarooney

Play nice, kids. There's no rule against opening a new thread for every piece of poetry as opposed to grouping them all in one thread - that's a personal choice.

As for "where you're going" I presume it to be a question regarding whether you're looking for feedback or just posting your work for other reasons.

jobee

Audie Murphy. soldier,actor, songsmith.,poet .

Audie Murphy 1924 -1971.

He won every military medal his country could give.

A hoe and a plough he was born to steer.
In order to eat, bring good cheer,
All day long in the sweltering sun,
Such is the lot of a share croppers son.

Baby faced Murph, brothers too,
Sweated it out without fuss, ado,
Keeping the young ones happy, fed,
Awaiting dusk, then exhausted to bed.

Across the pond on foreign soil,
A man named Hitler started to spoil,
Pinching land, on the make,
All before him started to shake,

The winds of war caught Murphy’s ears,
At just 16, so tender in years,
The Marines refused him told him no!
But Murphy determined to give it a go.

To the army’s office he showed his face,
His sharp shooting skill noted apace,
He fainted, collapsed, on his first foot drill,
Not really the stuff to give Hitler a chill.

As a post office clerk they gave him a slot,
Sorting mail would be his little lot,
Overseas he went at last.
A chance he saw to give it a blast.

To Morocco, Sicily, Italy too,
Upon Anzio beach his talents grew,
The kid from Texas began to grow,
The Army was in for the Lord Mayors show..

Promoted to Sergeant quick as a flash,
Baby faced Murph showed nerve, dash,
Guts galore under enemy fire,
Even wounded he would not retire.

In just twelve months under fire,
A lieutenants pip he would acquire,
Punching a rookie on a fiery day,
Forgetting the rules in the heat of fray.

In operation Anvil for the freedom of France,
He sure led the Germans a merry dance,
North to Strasbourg his luck would fail,
A dangerous wound would leave him frail,

240 enemy was his final toll,
A soldiers soldier in heart, soul,
In 71 he fell from the sky,
A faulty plane caused him to die.

In Arlington Cemetery this great soldier lies,
His people pass with respect, sighs,
Never again will this planet see.
A supreme warrior as mighty as he.

John 'jobee' bishop 3 parachute group, ©

Music career
In addition to acting, Murphy also became successful as a country music songwriter. teaming up with such talented musicians and composers as Guy Mitchell, Jimmy Bryant, Scott Turner, Coy Ziegler, and Terri Eddleman. Murphy's songs were recorded and released by such performers as Dean Martin, Eddy Arnold, Charley Pride, Jimmy Bryant, Porter Waggoner, Jerry Wallace, Roy Clark, and Harry Nilsson. His two biggest hits were "Shutters and Boards" and "When the Wind Blows in Chicago". Eddy Arnold recorded the latter for his 1983 RCA album, Last of the Love Song Singers

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Poems by Audie Murphy



THE CROSSES GROW ON ANZIO
Oh, gather 'round me, comrades; and listen while I speak
Of a war, a war, a war where hell is six feet deep.
Along the shore, the cannons roar. Oh how can a soldier sleep?
The going's slow on Anzio. And hell is six feet deep.
Praise be to God for this captured sod that rich with blood does seep.
With yours and mine, like butchered swine's; and hell is six feet deep.
That death awaits there's no debate; no triumph will we reap.
The crosses grow on Anzio, where hell is six feet deep.

. . . Audie Murphy, 1948


ALONE AND FAR REMOVED
Alone and far removed from earthly care
The noble ruins of men lie buried here.
You were strong men, good men
Endowed with youth and much the will to live
I hear no protest from the mute lips of the dead.
They rest; there is no more to give.

So long my comrades,
Sleep ye where you fell upon the field.
But tread softly please
March o'er my heart with ease
March on and on,
But to God alone we kneel.
. . . Audie Murphy


FREEDOM FLIES IN YOUR HEART
LIKE AN EAGLE
Dusty old helmet, rusty old gun,
They sit in the corner and wait -
Two souvenirs of the Second World War
That have withstood the time, and the hate.
Mute witness to a time of much trouble.
Where kill or be killed was the law -
Were these implements used with high honor?
What was the glory they saw?

Many times I've wanted to ask them -
And now that we're here all alone,
Relics all three of a long ago war -
Where has freedom gone?

Freedom flies in your heart like an eagle.
Let it soar with the winds high above
Among the spirits of soldiers now sleeping,
Guard it with care and with love.

I salute my old friends in the corner,
I agree with all they have said -
And if the moment of truth comes tomorrow,
I'll be free, or By God, I'll be dead!

. . . Audie Murphy

jobee

pickarooney wrote: »

Play nice, kids. There's no rule against opening a new thread for every piece of poetry as opposed to grouping them all in one thread - that's a personal choice.

As for "where you're going" I presume it to be a question regarding whether you're looking for feedback or just posting your work for other reasons.

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If you spot any historical mistakes please point them out.
I work hard at accuracy. Thank you,john

pickarooney

jobee wrote: »

If you spot any historical mistakes please point them out.
I work hard at accuracy. Thank you,john

For historical fact-checking, the military forum regulars would be more likely to be able to spot any anomalies, I reckon.

cobsie

I've read all the poems that you've posted here and this is MHO on them: they're boring.

There is no real point of interest or intimacy in any of them. They are just patchy reconstructions of historical figures, without any re-imagining of events or characters. There is no depth, and not much beauty, either.

Why not zero in on just a single event from one of these figures' lives and imaginatively reconstruct it? It might actually bring the person to life.

Anyway, that's my two cents! Cheers.

jobee

cobsie wrote: »

I've read all the poems that you've posted here and this is MHO on them: they're boring.

There is no real point of interest or intimacy in any of them. They are just patchy reconstructions of historical figures, without any re-imagining of events or characters. There is no depth, and not much beauty, either.

Why not zero in on just a single event from one of these figures' lives and imaginatively reconstruct it? It might actually bring the person to life.

Anyway, that's my two cents! Cheers.

/QUOTE]

Then again, i'm not asking you read them.

Actually, informative poetry was the original stuff, descriptive poetry
was an abortion.

jobee

pickarooney wrote: »

For historical fact-checking, the military forum regulars would be more likely to be able to spot any anomalies, I reckon.

Actually all the relevant info is on your computer, there is nothing stopping you checking any anomalies.

jobee

pickarooney wrote: »

For historical fact-checking, the military forum regulars would be more likely to be able to spot any anomalies, I reckon.

ONE of your military team put a poem on General Giap on the ww2 forum.
Giap took no part in ww2. The French had murdered his wife and he was committing himself to getting revenge on them by learning military tactics in China. I am not impressed with your military crew.

jobee

I cannot open up your rhymers club.

cobsie

I think you are, implicitly, asking me to read them by posting them on a public forum. You are not, wisely, asking me to like them.

Also, whatever poetry was once in fashion is irrelevant. I've read Beowulf and The Faerie Queen but I couldn't possibly read them in the same spirit as their original audience. I can't take my sensibility out of the modern day.

Antilles

OP, to be honest, I'd wouldn't mind seeing sub-categories of "Prose" and "Poetry" for this board, but the fact that there is poetry here has nothing to do with my comment. You seem to be opening a lot of threads and getting no feedback on the majority of them. I was asking if you were looking for feedback, or if you were just showcasing your work, or something else entirely.

Like pickarooney said, there's no rule against opening lots of threads, but it seems a bit pointless unless you give some sort of context to what you're doing. Perhaps there'd be a better way to do it - for yourself and for other members, than filling the creative writing "recent posts" page with zero comment threads. I looked at the poems you posted in other forums and it really seems you are looking for somewhere appropriate to display these. Maybe open a wordpress blog where you can host them and then create a single thread here to update when you have a new poem to link to?

For what its worth, I'm not into poetry so unless something really stands out for me, I don't comment on poetry here (hence my lack of comment in your other threads).

jobee

cobsie wrote: »

I've read all the poems that you've posted here and this is MHO on them: they're boring.

There is no real point of interest or intimacy in any of them. They are just patchy reconstructions of historical figures, without any re-imagining of events or characters. There is no depth, and not much beauty, either.

Why not zero in on just a single event from one of these figures' lives and imaginatively reconstruct it? It might actually bring the person to life.

Anyway, that's my two cents! Cheers.

Why dont you single in on an event, let me see how you would produce the same character. Go for it poet!

If you think war is beautiful, you will be in for a big shock when it happens.

Antilles

jobee, you said in another thread that you enjoy constructive criticism. It strikes me that cobsie's post provides just that.

cobsie

jobee wrote: »

Why dont you single in on an event, let me see how you would produce the same character. Go for it poet!

If you think war is beautiful, you will be in for a big shock when it happens.

That's funny, I happen to love war fiction. I've probably read 20+ war novels, as well as celebrated WW1 poets like Wilfred Owens and Sigfried Sassoon.

One common theme is the chaos of combat, the haphazardness and confusion and fear.

Another theme is moments of small beauty given irony or poignancy against a backdrop of brutality. The soldier-protagonist in All Quiet on the Western Front is finally killed when he stands up to get a better look at a tiny bird that lands nearby.

I could write a thesis on the representations of war in literature. I could make no comment on what war is like, though.

This is where art and life intersect - your job, if you like. It is not up to me to experience war, it's up to you to share the experience.

jobee

Antilles wrote: »

OP, to be honest, I'd wouldn't mind seeing sub-categories of "Prose" and "Poetry" for this board, but the fact that there is poetry here has nothing to do with my comment. You seem to be opening a lot of threads and getting no feedback on the majority of them. I was asking if you were looking for feedback, or if you were just showcasing your work, or something else entirely.

Like pickarooney said, there's no rule against opening lots of threads, but it seems a bit pointless unless you give some sort of context to what you're doing. Perhaps there'd be a better way to do it - for yourself and for other members, than filling the creative writing "recent posts" page with zero comment threads. I looked at the poems you posted in other forums and it really seems you are looking for somewhere appropriate to display these. Maybe open a wordpress blog where you can host them and then create a single thread here to update when you have a new poem to link to?

For what its worth, I'm not into poetry so unless something really stands out for me, I don't comment on poetry here (hence my lack of comment in your other threads).

Well come on, re write the offensive poetry, the bare bones are there.
I am the boss, out write me. Non of the greats were lazy.

Lets go!

jobee

Fuinseog wrote: »

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How would you know?poser.

pickarooney

If this keeps up I'm going to have to move the thread to the thunderdome.

Jobee, what exactly is it that you want if it's not constructive feedback?

Antilles

jobee wrote: »

Well come on, re write the offensive poetry, the bare bones are there.
I am the boss, out write me. Non of the greats were lazy.

Lets go!

Jobee you seem more interested in having a go at people offering suggestions than in actually taking on board their advice, so I'm ending my involvement in this thread before it gets locked.

Regardless of whether you have been published or not, if you want to grow as a poet you could do worse than listening to what people are telling you.

jobee

Antilles wrote: »

jobee, you said in another thread that you enjoy constructive criticism. It strikes me that cobsie's post provides just that.

Yes I do like constructive criticism. Having been to war, words like romance,
caring, beauty, do not spring to mind.

jobee

cobsie wrote: »

That's funny, I happen to love war fiction. I've probably read 20+ war novels, as well as celebrated WW1 poets like Wilfred Owens and Sigfried Sassoon.

One common theme is the chaos of combat, the haphazardness and confusion and fear.

Another theme is moments of small beauty given irony or poignancy against a backdrop of brutality. The soldier-protagonist in All Quiet on the Western Front is finally killed when he stands up to get a better look at a tiny bird that lands nearby.

I could write a thesis on the representations of war in literature. I could make no comment on what war is like, though.

This is where art and life intersect - your job, if you like. It is not up to me to experience war, it's up to you to share the experience.

Read 'Attack' on this site.