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Saburo_0
02-01-2006, 11:13 PM
Well after a few fine German beers had gone to my head I thought I'd write a bit somethin' that bounced outta me head..

It's always a dark and stormy night.
The rain pounding and the waves crashing darkly against steel or stones.
Or human bones.
There's always an Alarm! and a fight.
The adrenalin pounding and the fear splashing through the hatches and down the rails.
Of water logged souls.
There's always a nagging guilt.
For all the sailors I've kill't
in a rush of glory.
As the boys man the tubes
And the boat pounds the waves
Plowing aside all the North Seas's fury.
Unstoppable Will propels my dark wolf amongst the sheep.
And only the tearing, the sundering imploding bulkheads bring relief.
And a brief glow of light, longed for light! Is my reward.
My wolf shakes the water from around her neck and briefly howls.
Howls as I fall to the hard steel floor.
Having locked my cruelty out, to rot and drown amongst the waves.
I self-conciously wipe it from my face and relish the salt
Burning my lips.
The boys make way as I reach for the 'scope, in a fever to see more of what we have done!
But the screams of the dying beast echo through our hull..
We cheer and give it our all.
Proud to be alive this night! Proud to be hunters and not prey.
Proud to be alive for one more day.

I throw off my coat like the old silverback, at the Hamburg zoo.
My chest pounding.
With shame and pride.
And I see now what my father knew.
As he told us his stories of the great Uboat 22.

And I see in the dim red light, his face at the end of the night.
And suddenly I recall, how he finished with a frown.
And then softly lit his pipe.
And now I understand his long, lonesome, walks by the sea.
How after every telling his eyes avoided mother's as he strode to the door.
And threw on that old salty coat
And headed down, to the shore.

In the mirror now, I see all that
and more.

For it's always a dark and stormy night
The rain pounding and the waves crashing darkly against my steel soul.

When the nightmares come.
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Well back to beer drinkin' and ship sinkin'

Saburo_0
02-01-2006, 11:13 PM
Well after a few fine German beers had gone to my head I thought I'd write a bit somethin' that bounced outta me head..

It's always a dark and stormy night.
The rain pounding and the waves crashing darkly against steel or stones.
Or human bones.
There's always an Alarm! and a fight.
The adrenalin pounding and the fear splashing through the hatches and down the rails.
Of water logged souls.
There's always a nagging guilt.
For all the sailors I've kill't
in a rush of glory.
As the boys man the tubes
And the boat pounds the waves
Plowing aside all the North Seas's fury.
Unstoppable Will propels my dark wolf amongst the sheep.
And only the tearing, the sundering imploding bulkheads bring relief.
And a brief glow of light, longed for light! Is my reward.
My wolf shakes the water from around her neck and briefly howls.
Howls as I fall to the hard steel floor.
Having locked my cruelty out, to rot and drown amongst the waves.
I self-conciously wipe it from my face and relish the salt
Burning my lips.
The boys make way as I reach for the 'scope, in a fever to see more of what we have done!
But the screams of the dying beast echo through our hull..
We cheer and give it our all.
Proud to be alive this night! Proud to be hunters and not prey.
Proud to be alive for one more day.

I throw off my coat like the old silverback, at the Hamburg zoo.
My chest pounding.
With shame and pride.
And I see now what my father knew.
As he told us his stories of the great Uboat 22.

And I see in the dim red light, his face at the end of the night.
And suddenly I recall, how he finished with a frown.
And then softly lit his pipe.
And now I understand his long, lonesome, walks by the sea.
How after every telling his eyes avoided mother's as he strode to the door.
And threw on that old salty coat
And headed down, to the shore.

In the mirror now, I see all that
and more.

For it's always a dark and stormy night
The rain pounding and the waves crashing darkly against my steel soul.

When the nightmares come.
-------------------

Well back to beer drinkin' and ship sinkin'

blue_76
02-02-2006, 12:29 AM
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William66th
02-02-2006, 03:06 PM
I like it good talent involved in poetry, I got missed in that area.

Keep up the great work. I find it very hartd to write from a German perspective being over here in the US. I think that is one of my main problems when it comes to telling the a story.

But great work even if you did have "one too many or not enough" LOL http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/35.gif http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/53.gif

William
Captain
U-66

vanjast
02-02-2006, 03:18 PM
Herr Kaleun... errr we have a poet, on the boet!!
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general_kalle
02-04-2006, 10:14 AM
we have to make a new officer post! not WO but PO

Poet Officer http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/88.gif

Kaleun1961
02-04-2006, 12:50 PM
Let's call him, "Bard of Hamburg." Nice poem.

Saburo_0
02-05-2006, 12:44 PM
Thanks guys. Just a one off thing, was bit concerned I'd made a fool of myself but your kind replies made me feel better about that.

Not that I ususally make a fool of myself after drinking mind you. er no I have no recollection of ever beeing a foolish drunk at all...I think the wifey just makes up those stories. http://forums.ubi.com/groupee_common/emoticons/icon_wink.gif

janek73
02-06-2006, 10:16 PM
These are poems written by crew of U-181, her commander Wolfgang Luth announced a poetry contest for fighting against boredom. Saburo's poem is really sophisticated if you compare it to these ones.

It is important for everyone
to have a movement now and then
And the future isn'tpleasant
When nothing happens on the toilet.
To wake your plumbing up again
to bring your torture to an end,
stay off the chockolate and the sweets
eat plums in giant quanities.
The problem doubtless won't remain
and you'll be free rectal pain

If the red dog hasn't bit,
and if you regulary ****
if you brush your teeth each day
to scrape the evening meal away
if you dont't know the itch of lice
if you beware of social vice
then the police can certify
you "clean enough for U-boat life"


He who drinks in tropic heat
will start to sweat excessively,
and he who drinks iced kujampel
will soon get stomach cramp.
Canned food, chocolate, cookies too
will also make your stomach hurt.
A daily movement is your goal;
one gains from regularity