Kriegie Poetry

Discussion in 'Prisoners of War' started by David Layne, May 14, 2006.

  1. David Layne

    David Layne Well-Known Member

    THE SAGA OF THE OLDEST KRIEGIE




    OH WERE YOU OUT IN THE GRIM NORTH EAST
    WAY UP ON THE BALTIC SHORE
    WHERE THE WINTER NIGHTS ARE SIX MONTHS LONG
    AND THE DAYS ARE EVEN MORE
    WHERE THE BITTER BLAST, A SNOW TOOTHED FIEND
    HOWLS DOWN FROM THE RUSSIAN STEPPES
    WHERE SOCKS GET FROZEN TO THE FEET
    AND THE HANDS ARE COVERED IN CHAPPES
    WHERE THE GREAT WHITE SILENCE COVERS ALL
    AND THE ONLY SOUND THEY SAY
    IS THE SONG OF THE DROSKI SINGING HIS LOVE
    IN THE MOUNTAINS FAR AWAY

    THAT’S WHERE THE OLDEST KRIEGIE LIVES
    A MAN BOTH SEER AND HOARY
    LIVING ON NUTTY AND POLAR BEAR SOUP
    THE HEAD OF THIS STORY

    TWAS MANY YEARS AGO
    WAY BACK IN 1940
    THAT THE OLDEST KRIEGIE IN HIS PLANE
    EMBARKED UPON A SORTIE

    TWAS THE SORTA SORTIE A BRAVE MAN SHUNS
    AND THE COWARD RUNS AWAY FROM
    THE KIND OUR HERO HOPED TO CHRIST
    HE'D LIVE TO DRAW HIS PAY FROM

    IN THE BRIGHT MOONLIGHT OF A SUMMER NIGHT
    OUR HERO CROSSED THE SEA
    HE BOMBED THE TARGET AND TURNED FOR HOME BUT WAS JUMPED BY A LONE M.E.

    AND THEN THERE CAME A WARY TIME
    A TIME MOST WONDROUS TIRING
    THEY TOOK HIM TO A KRIEGIE CAMP
    ALL RINGED ABOUT WITH WIRING

    THEY COUNTED OH THEY COUNTED HIM
    BY DAY AS WELL AS NIGHT
    SIDEWAY DIAGONALLY BACKWARDS
    BUT THEY COULDN’T GET IT RIGHT

    AT LAST THEY HIT UPON A WHEEZE
    THAT SEEMED BOTH CUTE AND NEAT
    THEY FELL THE KRIEGIES IN AGAIN
    AND COUNTED ALL THEIR FEET
    AND WHEN THE FEET WERE COUNTED THEY DIVIDED THEM BY TWO
    BUT STILL THE ANSWER WASN'T RIGHT SO THEY THOUGHT OF SOMETHING NEW

    THEY WENT AND GOT EXCITED AND SHOUTED WITH MUCH ZEST
    BUT IT DIDN'T DO THEM ANY GOOD
    FOR THE KRIEGIE'S WEREN'T IMPRESSED

    THEN THEY LINED UP ALL THE KRIEGIES
    AT A TIME WHEN MOST FOLKS SLEEP
    AND MADE THEM FILE BETWEEN TWO POSTS
    SO THE KRIEGIES BAAED LIKE SHEEP

    AND WHEN THE COUNT WAS FINISHED
    AND THEY ADDED UP THE SCORE
    THEY FOUND THEY'D FAR MORE KRIEGIES
    THAN THEY'D EVER HAD BEFORE
    FOR IN A WELL RUN KRIEGIE CAMP
    YOU MAY GET LOTS OF FUN
    BUT NO FUN QUITE AS POPULAR
    AS MUCKING UP THE HUN

    anon
     
  2. Owen

    Owen -- --- -.. MOD

    Brilliant.
     
  3. sapper

    sapper WW2 Veteran WW2 Veteran

    Summer days in June.

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    Do ghostly battles rage across
    The misty fields of France?
    And if we listen closely now?
    hear the sounds of their advance.
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    Do the ghosts of the infantry,
    in open battle order march?
    Was that a man’s last despairing
    scream, across the river marsh?
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    All at once a hot steel splinter,
    Quick sudden spurts of blood.
    Flesh flayed down to ivory bone,
    Soaks the blood bespattered mud.
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    In that quiet moment of early dawn,
    The sounds of war, now so far away.
    Are wounded here? Crying to be saved.
    That was long ago, on a summer’s day.
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    And yet in this quiet lonely moment,
    When all natures voice came still,
    Across the ripe swaying corn fields,
    The Bocage! where we came to kill.
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    Yet, I still hear the guns of Normandy.
    That was long ago, in the distant past,
    The loss of friends, when we were young,
    Their memory forever lasts.
    Sapper
    The long summer of 1944
    Monty’s Ironsides.
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  4. Gnomey

    Gnomey World Travelling Doctor

    Both good poems thanks for sharing.
     
  5. David Layne

    David Layne Well-Known Member

    And another


    The prison camp so grim and bare
    Within the hated wire
    In barracks prisoners drawn and grey
    Crouch huddled round the fire
    What will the German verdict be?
    What will their minds conspire?
    Outside the rain in torrents fall
    Heavens ripped open wide
    Hell! The suspense is terrible
    If only we could hide
    At last, long blasts, the silence breaks
    Thank God! Roll calls inside.
     

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