All Is Secure ...

[Kat =^..^=]

A friend of mine sent me this, He didn't write it himself but I thought it was worth sharing ...

Its Christmas all is secure

T’was the night before Christmas, he lived all alone
In a one bedroom house, made of plaster and stone
I had come down the chimney with presents to give
And to see just who in this home did live
I looked all about a strange sight I did see

No tinsel no presents not even a tree
No stocking by the mantle just boots filled with sand
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands
With medals and badges awards of all kinds
A sober thought came through my mind
For this house was different it was dark and dreary
I found the home of a Soldier

Once I could see clearly the soldier lay sleeping
Silent, Alone
Curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home
The face so gentle the room in disorder
Not how I pictured a British Soldier
Was this the hero of whom I’d just read?
Curled up on a poncho the floor for a bed
I realise the families that I saw this night
Owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight

Soon round the world the children will play
And grown ups would celebrate a bright Christmas day
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year
Because of the Soldiers like the one lying here
I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone
On a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home
The very thought brought a tear to my eye
I dropped on my knees and started to cry.

The Soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice
‘Santa don’t cry this life is my choice
I fight for freedom I don’t ask for more
My Life is My God, My Country, My Corps’
The Soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep
I couldn’t control it I continued to weep
I kept watch for hours so silent so still.

And we both shivered from the cold nights chill
Didn’t want to leave on that cold dark night
This guardian of honour so willing to fight
Then the soldier rolled over with a voice soft and pure
Whispered, “Carry on Santa, its Christmas Day all is secure”
One look at my watch and I knew he was right
“Merry Christmas my friend and to all a good night”


A peace-keeping soldier stationed over seas
wrote this poem

[Rogue Chef]

Ahoy there Kat!
Great stuff. It is also available here:

http://www.onceamarinealwaysamarine.co.uk/

Browse 'Quotes and Anecdotes' number 34. TL provides the background to how it came to be on his site.

[Kat =^..^=]

Only the dead have seen the end of war... (Plato) So, until that day comes round, Heaven keep you safe & sound... (Kipling) Silently my wounds I feed, And with wailing evermore... (Goethe) The soul keeps its own secrets & takes its pushiments in silence

[Guest]

shyte Kat, you are well educated aren`t you

[barryc]

Pearls amongst swine. Just how are we thick bootnecks supposed to keep up with the edumaccated people we draw onto this forum? Well the recruiting PO back in the 60's told me booties didn't need brains, so it must be right.


Barry

[Kat =^..^=]

Thanks Chef, I enjoyed the site, got saved in my favourites

[Kat =^..^=]

Anyone else got any poems? Ambrosia might be the food for the Gods but words are sustenance of the soul

[Rogue Chef]

Ahoy there!
I've got one.

"There was a young lady called Kat=^..^=
Who had a ..........................................."


LEAVE IT!

[Kat =^..^=]

ahem sorry to disapoint you but thats a limerick, Now if it's limericks yeh all is wanting ...

The was a young man from Gras
whose balls were made of brass
in windy weather
they clashed together
and sparks flew out his arse

Not one of mine chaps but there you go, mine are too rude for this forum

[Kat =^..^=]

Loz, that's sad but beautifully written poem

[Kat =^..^=]

A lot of good
A lot of bad
A lot of fun
A lot of sad
And there was happiness
But now just loneliness

Lient D.Tinker RN 1973

[JR]

It fairly broke the family's heart,when Lady Jane became a tart,But blood is blood and race is race,And so to save the family face,They bought her an expensive flat, With "Welcome" written on the mat.
It was not long ere Lady Jane,Brought her patrician charms to fame,A clientele of sahibs pukka'Who regulary came to **** her,It was whispered without malice,She had a client from the Palace.

No-one could nestle in her charms,Unless he wore ancestral arms, No-one to her could gain an entry,Unless he were of landed gentry,And so before the sun had set,She'd worked her way right through Debrett.

When Lady Anne became a whore,It grieved her family even more,But they felt they could't do the same,As they did for lady Jane,So they bought her an exclusive beat,On the shady side of Jermyn Street.

When Lord St Clancy became a nancy,It did not please the family fancy,
And so in order to protect him,They did inscribe upon his rectum, " All commoners must now drive steerage, This *sshole is reserved for the peerage.

Good Old 'Sods Opera' material. Aye JR

[Kat =^..^=]

JR, I really enjoyed reading that one, did you write it yourself? if so do you have any others hiding up your sleeve you care to share?

[Kat =^..^=]

I've been looking so long for you now you won't get away from my grasp.
You've been living so long in hiding in hiding behind that false mask.
And you know and I know that you ain't got long now to last.
Your looks and your feelings are just the remains of your past.

You're standing in the wings, there you wait for the curtain to fall.
Knowing the terror and holding you have on us all.
Yeah, I know that you're gonna scratch me, maim me and maul.
You know I'm helpless from your mesmerising cat call.

Keep your distance, walk away, don't take his bait.
Don't you stray, don't fade away.
Watch your step, he's out to get you, come what may.
Don't you stray, from the narrow way.

I'm running and hiding in my dreams you're always there.
You're the Phantom of the Opera, you're the devil, you're just out to scare.
You damaged my mind and my soul it just floats through the air.
Haunt me, you taunt me, you torture me back at your lair.


One of my all time favourites, As you can spot it's from the Phantom of the Opera, amazing opera if you get the chance to watch it ...

[JR]

Kat,Another one for the 'Girls night out'

My father makes books on the corner
My mother makes second hand gin
My sister makes love for a dollar
My god how the money rolls in.

My brother's a poor missionary
he saves fallen women from sin
He'll save you a broad for five dollars
My god how the money rolls in

Now my grandma sells cheap prophylactics
She punctures the head with a pin
While grandpa gets rich from abortions
My god how the money rolls in.

Now my uncle is whittling out candles
From wax that is specially soft
he says that they'll come in real handy
if ever his business falls off.

all skits come from the courtesy of Rugby changing rooms???.

Aye JR