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Soulja Girl
09-11-2007, 10:02 AM
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Woz just cleaning out ma Cupboard & I found this, thought I'd share it wiv you all...:)

In the thick of the battle
Blows Rain down
Hard and fast
Horrifying sounds reach my Ears
The clash of Swords
The cries of the wounded
The whine of the dying
Through me from Head to Toe
My Weapon light as a Feather
Atomic Bomb like deadly
Quick as lightning
Resting in the crook of my Arm
Calmness surrounds me
Detached from the rest
Cut out
Since my Birth, I find peace
Heaven...
Theres no fear, just pleasure
Now I see my foes
Coming towards me
Guns raised
A sly grin flashes across my serene Face
They fire...
I jerk skilfully, like an Acrobat
They blink, they've never missed
I? A threat? A Palestinian raised in a Mud Hut?
I'm a joke to them.
Not for much longer
Quick as lightning
My Sword flashes
A moment of panic
Then,
A Head flies, then another, and another
Blood spurts across my Face
I wipe it off, a thrill passes through me
From Head to Toe
I can't contain my Voice and longer
I yell at the top of my Voice...Wow...
In the thick of the battle
Blows Rain down
Thick and fast...

:w:
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Ummu Sufyaan
04-03-2008, 07:24 AM
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i thought id stalk ya here too:p:D
get ryhming hun:D thats a great poem
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barney
04-03-2008, 07:47 AM
Nice one.
Heres some Tennyson.

The Heavy Brigade
The charge of the gallant three hundred, the Heavy Brigade!
Down the hill, down the hill, thousands of Russians,
Thousands of horsemen, drew to the valley–and stay’d;
For Scarlett and Scarlett’s three hundred were riding by
When the points of the Russian lances arose in the sky;
And he call’d, ‘Left wheel into line!’ and they wheel’d and obey’d.
Then he look’d at the host that had halted he knew not why,
And he turn’d half round, and he bade his trumpeter sound
To the charge, and he rode on ahead, as he waved his blade
To the gallant three hundred whose glory will never die–
‘Follow,’ and up the hill, up the hill, up the hill,
Follow’d the Heavy Brigade.



II.
The trumpet, the gallop, the charge, and the might of the fight!
Thousands of horsemen had gather’d there on the height,
With a wing push’d out to the left and a wing to the right,
And who shall escape if they close? but he dash’d up alone
Thro’ the great gray slope of men,
Sway’d his sabre, and held his own
Like an Englishman there and then.
All in a moment follow’d with force
Three that were next in their fiery course,
Wedged themselves in between horse and horse,
Fought for their lives in the narrow gap they had made–
Four amid thousands! and up the hill, up the hill,
Gallopt the gallant three hundred, the Heavy Brigade.



III.
Fell like a cannon-shot,
Burst like a thunderbolt,
Crash’d like a hurricane,
Broke thro’ the mass from below,
Drove thro’ the midst of the foe,
Plunged up and down, to and fro,
Rode flashing blow upon blow,
Brave Inniskillens and Greys
Whirling their sabres in circles of light!
And some of us, all in amaze,
Who were held for a while from the fight,
And were only standing at gaze,
When the dark-muffled Russian crowd
Folded its wings from the left and the right,
And roll’d them around like a cloud,–
O, mad for the charge and the battle were we,
When our own good redcoats sank from sight,
Like drops of blood in a dark-gray sea,
And we turn’d to each other, whispering, all dismay’d,
‘Lost are the gallant three hundred of Scarlett’s Brigade!’



IV.
‘Lost one and all’ were the words
Mutter’d in our dismay;
But they rode like victors and lords
Thro’ the forest of lances and swords
In the heart of the Russian hordes,
They rode, or they stood at bay–
Struck with the sword-hand and slew,
Down with the bridle-hand drew
The foe from the saddle and threw
Underfoot there in the fray–
Ranged like a storm or stood like a rock
In the wave of a stormy day;
Till suddenly shock upon shock
Stagger’d the mass from without,
Drove it in wild disarray,
For our men gallopt up with a cheer and a shout,
And the foeman surged, and waver’d, and reel’d
Up the hill, up the hill, up the hill, out of the field,
And over the brow and away.



V.
Glory to each and to all, and the charge that they made!
Glory to all the three hundred, and all the Brigade!
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IbnAbdulHakim
04-03-2008, 09:27 AM
@ Crazy_Lady

that was pretty amazing jizakAllaah khair



Assalamu Alaikum
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