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10-04-2005, 11:30 AM
Ok Ive seem some pretty good ones on here about our mighty U-boats and their brave crew and below is the best ive seen so far posted by that is quoted from a book...
--Capt. Thorne--
"There are no roses on a sailor€s grave,
no lilies on an ocean wave.
Only tribute is the seagulls sweeps
And the teardrops that a sweetheart weeps."

Now below is mine that I wrote sitting here at work....
"On the ocean they are revered
Under the surface they are feared
For on your ship out at sea
Your life this day belongs to me"

Lets keep this going and maybe create a book of them and what not.....

10-04-2005, 12:37 PM
Originally posted by Excalibur688:
Now below is mine that I wrote sitting here at work....
"On the ocean they are revered
Under the surface they are feared
For on your ship out at sea
Your life this day belongs to me" Nice one!!! http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/25.gif http://forums.ubi.com/groupee_common/emoticons/icon_cool.gif

10-04-2005, 12:52 PM
Its Not a poem but I think its approite.

Deep in the sea there is no motion, no sound, save that put there by the insane humors of man. The slow, smoth stirring of the deep ocean currents, the high-frequency snapping or popping of ocean life, evean the occasional snort or burble of a porpise are all in low key, subdued, responsive to the primordial quietness of the deep. Of life there is, of course, plenty of death too, for neather is strange to the ocean. But even life and death, though violent, make little or no noise in the deep sea.

10-04-2005, 01:33 PM
Put it on verse (n silabes per line) and you can claim you've done a modern poetry http://forums.ubi.com/groupee_common/emoticons/icon_wink.gif

10-04-2005, 02:40 PM

10-04-2005, 04:43 PM
I wrote this for WilhelmShulz's "taps, today we mourn " post, then I saw this subject, so here it is:

53 of The Brave

The gulls curl and wheel
o'er the breaking waves,
two witnesses to the passing
of 53 of the brave

Now the twilight settles 'round
somber, blanketing the place,
where they went down
those 53 of the brave

Their bodies repose quiet, in state
curious fishes parade past,
headstone made of iron and fate
saluting 53 of the brave

Who were these men
and what did they do
History keeps their tales safe
those 53 of the brave

Rohan CR
Oct 2005

10-04-2005, 10:43 PM

The Iron Few

Brave lads, to sea away from home
Sing Fatherland, sing Fatherland!
And €˜neath the budding rose of Dawn
Last-glistening whence the stars€d shown
O€er gleaming crests, the few alone
O€er glim€ring swells, all white with foam
From Hitler€s youths, to men they€ve grown
Sing Fatherland, sing Fatherland!

Brave men, to sea so far from home
Sing Fatherland, sing Fatherland!
And €˜neath Apollo€s darting shafts
Awake the few forever more
Strike Battle€s anvil with fist o€Thor
These brave souls alas, off to war
On silver waves, so far from shore
Sing Fatherland, sing Fatherland!

Brave few, to sea their happy home
Sing Fatherland, sing Fatherland!
And €˜neath white pearls of Twilight€s gleam
Far to sea €˜neath her somber waves
Prowling the dark of nameless graves
Valiant U-boatmen, strong and brave
Hearth and Fatherland, war to save
Sing Fatherland, sing Fatherland!

These iron few whose valor shown
So far to see our sons have grown
Sing Fatherland, sing Fatherland!

These iron few who went to war
€˜Neath rolling waves so far from shore
Sing Fatherland, sing Fatherland!

The iron few whose all they gave
Far to sea, our eternal wave
Sings Fatherland, sings Fatherland!

By Tia C. H.
Composed in memory of & tribute to, all who served in the Ubootwaffe, 1939-45.

~ C.

A lovely and charming idea, Excalibur_, and with a nice original piece added as well.
As are the contributions hitherto of Wilhelm and Rohan.
Rohan€s €˜53 of the brave,€ is at-once as strong as it is beautiful.
A very well-composed piece€¦


10-05-2005, 01:07 AM
Heres one about a U.S Pac. sub.

I'm the Galloping Ghost of the Japanese coast

I'm the Galloping Ghost of the Japanese coast.
You don't here of me or my crew.
But just ask any man off the coast of Japan
If he knows of the Trigger Maru

I look sleek and slender along side my tender.
With others like me at my side.
But we'll tell you a story of battle and glory.
As enemy waters we ride.

I've been stuck on a rock, felt the depth charges shock,
Been north to a place called Attu.
And I've sunk me two freighters atop the equator
Hot work, but the sea was cold blue.

I've cruised close inshore and carried the war
To the Empire island Honshu;
While they wired Yokohama I could see Fujiyama,
So I stayed-to admire the view.

When we rigged to run silently, deeply I dived,
And within me the heat was terrific
My men pouring with sweat, silent and yet
Cursed me and the whole ****ed Pacific.

Then destroyers came sounding and depth charges pounding;
My submarine crew took the test.
For in that far-off land there are no frends on hand
To answer a call of distress.

I was blasted and shaken-some damage I've taken;
My hull bleeds and my pipe lines do, too;
I've come in from out there for machinery repair,
And a rest for me and my crew.

I got by on cool nerve and silence I served,
Though I took some hard knoks in return
One propeller shaft sprung and my battery's done.
But the enemy ships I saw burn!

I'm the Galloping Ghost of the Japanese coast,
You don't hear of me of my crew
But just ask any man off the coast of Japan
If he knows of the Trigger Maru.

*sighs* Sorry for the long read but. And it was a lot of typeing. http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/35.gif
P.S the **** is d.amned

10-06-2005, 02:13 PM
The Revenge: A Ballad of the Fleet
Lord Alfred Tennyson

At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay,
And a pinnace, like a fluttered bird, came flying from far away:
"Spanish ships of war at sea! we have sighted fifty-three!"
Then sware Lord Thomas Howard: "'Fore God I am no coward;
But I cannot meet them here, for my ships are out of gear,
And the half my men are sick. I must fly, but follow quick.
We are six ships of the line; can we fight with fifty-three?"

Then spake Sir Richard Grenville: "I know you are no coward;
You fly them for a moment to fight with them again.
But I've ninety men and more that are lying sick ashore.
I should count myself the coward if I left them, my Lord Howard,
To these Inquisition dogs and the devildoms of Spain."

So Lord Howard passed away with five ships of war that day,
Till he melted like a cloud in the silent summer heaven;
But Sir Richard bore in hand all his sick men from the land
Very carefully and slow,
Men of Bideford in Devon,
And we laid them on the ballast down below;
For we brought them all aboard,
And they blest him in their pain, that they were not left to Spain,
To the thumbscrew and the stake, for the glory of the Lord.

He had only a hundred seamen to work the ship and to fight,
And he sailed away from Flores till the Spaniard came in sight,
With his huge sea-castles heaving upon the weather bow.
"Shall we fight or shall we fly?
Good Sir Richard, tell us now,
For to fight is but to die!
There'll be little of us left by the time this sun be set."
And Sir Richard said again: "We be all good English men.
Let us bang these dogs of Seville, the children of the devil,
For I never turned my back upon Don or devil yet."

Sir Richard spoke and he laughed, and we roared a hurrah, and so
The little Revenge ran on sheer into the heart of the foe,
With her hundred fighters on deck, and her ninety sick below;
For half of their fleet to the right and half to the left were seen,
And the little Revenge ran on through the long sea-lane between.

Thousands of their soldiers looked down from their decks and laughed,
Thousands of their seamen made mock at the mad little craft
Running on and on, till delayed
By their mountain-like San Philip that, of fifteen hundred tons,
And up-shadowing high above us with her yawning tiers of guns,
Took the breath from our sails, and we stayed.

And while now the great San Philip hung above us like a cloud
Whence the thunderbolt will fall
Long and loud,
Four galleons drew away
From the Spanish fleet that day,
And two upon the larboard and two upon the starboard lay,
And the battle-thunder broke from them all.

But anon the great San Philip, she bethought herself and went
Having that within her womb that had left her ill content;
And the rest they came aboard us, and they fought us hand to hand,
For a dozen times they came with their pikes and musqueteers,
And a dozen times we shook 'em off as a dog that shakes his ears
When he leaps from the water to the land.

And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea,
But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three.
Ship after ship, the whole night long, their high-built galleons came,
Ship after ship, the whole night long, with her battle-thunder and flame;
Ship after ship, the whole night long, drew back with her dead and her shame.
For some were sunk and many were shattered, and so could fight us no more -
God of battles, was ever a battle like this in the world before?

For he said "Fight on! fight on!"
Though his vessel was all but a wreck;
And it chanced that, when half of the short summer night was gone,
With a grisly wound to be dressed he had left the deck,
But a bullet struck him that was dressing it suddenly dead,
And himself he was wounded again in the side and the head,
And he said "Fight on! fight on!"

And the night went down, and the sun smiled out far over the summer sea,
And the Spanish fleet with broken sides lay round us all in a ring;
But they dared not touch us again, for they feared that we still could sting,
So they watched what the end would be.
And we had not fought them in vain,
But in perilous plight were we,
Seeing forty of our poor hundred were slain,
And half of the rest of us maimed for life
In the crash of the cannonades and the desperate strife;
And the sick men down in the hold were most of them stark and cold,
And the pikes were all broken or bent, and the powder was all of it spent;
And the masts and the rigging were lying over the side;
But Sir Richard cried in his English pride,
"We have fought such a fight for a day and a night
As may never be fought again!
We have won great glory, my men!
And a day less or more
At sea or ashore,
We die -does it matter when?
Sink me the ship, Master Gunner -sink her, split her in twain!
Fall into the hands of God, not into the hands of Spain!"

And the gunner said "Ay, ay," but the seamen made reply:
"We have children, we have wives,
And the Lord hath spared our lives.
We will make the Spaniard promise, if we yield, to let us go;
We shall live to fight again and to strike another blow."
And the lion there lay dying, and they yielded to the foe.

And the stately Spanish men to their flagship bore him then,
Where they laid him by the mast, old Sir Richard caught at last,
And they praised him to his face with their courtly foreign grace;
But he rose upon their decks, and he cried:
"I have fought for Queen and Faith like a valiant man and true;
I have only done my duty as a man is bound to do:
With a joyful spirit I Sir Richard Grenville die!"
And he fell upon their decks, and he died.

And they stared at the dead that had been so valiant and true,
And had holden the power and glory of Spain so cheap
That he dared her with one little ship and his English few;
Was he devil or man? He was devil for aught they knew,
But they sank his body with honour down into the deep,
And they manned the Revenge with a swarthier alien crew,
And away she sailed with her loss and longed for her own;
When a wind from the lands they had ruined awoke from sleep,
And the water began to heave and the weather to moan,
And or ever that evening ended a great gale blew,
And a wave like the wave that is raised by an earthquake grew,
Till it smote on their hulls and their sails and their masts and their flags,
And the whole sea plunged and fell on the shot-shattered navy of Spain,
And the little Revenge herself went down by the island crags
To be lost evermore in the main.