The clouds were pink at morning light
I'd thought about you all last night
Alone outside at 3am
Stars! The sky was filled with them
Your name exhaled in frozen breath
'Til no air in my lungs was left
Then there you were, and not too soon
Appearing on the crescent moon
You said, "It's me babe, have no fear
Breathe now sweetheart, I'm right here"
English ppoet Rupert Brooke
hs abab style is worth a look
'The Soldier' ,England of a bygone time
but 'Chilterns' for me nostalgia in rime
Brooke rocks the stage and hits the white rook
No joke, no blunder. She screams thunder
Brooke hits the eye with her gleaming look
No wonder other blokes watch and choke.
Brooke rocks the stage and hits the white rook
Closing the gate as she does a checkmate
Brooke hits every chances I went and took
Yet she’ll leave you a message of faith.
Rupert Brooke's poetry you well meet
for this'darling of the aesthete'
Sonnets were is form of song
WW1 group he now does rightly belong
The roadside IED was a major insult.
Third degree covers 93 percent.
He’s not the same as before.
Skin leathery, dry, waxy,
Pearly gray and charred.
Underlying fat and muscle exposed.
Ears gone.
Fingers gone.
Manhood gone.
If he still had lips,
He might pronounce the words,
“Please pray for me,”
But he’d never complain or lay blame.
I’ll be the one to do that.
Let the shame be on you, America.
He deserved better than this.
He lives upon a printed page,
marching golden in a dream.
His words described a brighter age --
which quaffed the milk and lapped the cream.
Fate brought him forth to love and live --
scion of a proud and noble race.
All he sacrificed and all he'd give
was deeply marked upon his face.
No gold survives the final frost:
in his prime death carried him away.
In wars, a nation's best are lost;
as then it happens still today.
His home was England, vale and hill;
across the years, he's with us still.
Brooke shield,s dawter is a shef named cook!
Detective glass has a son named book!
Quinn Cummings dawter is a girl named zinn !
Mike Nelson,s grandson wants 2 dive in Hudson,s bay ,
Wair no one else has ever bin !
No one else can say wut Blair Warner,s dawter mite du.
If Lauren Garcia,s parachute doent open , she wood be thrue!
Kristi macnichol,s dawter wants 2-B a boy !
Keannu reeves is looking 4 his grandpaw,s killer ,
So he can destroy !
Matt praeger,s dawter wants 2 go 2 space ,
B-cuz ayleins took her dad 2 sum unnoen place !
Daphne Zuniga,s dawter leads a groop called the children of the stars
& sum dude is robbing banks! And he looks like veronica mars !...