#battlefields
They adored me,
This staff bethinks me—of the cauldron of my fortress
My Majesty, my beloved,-—Thou sealed our oath
We vanquished our domains;
Amending the ridges of rulers
Wherefor art thou atrabillous?—
I am always here..
My shoes, perfume, dresses, skin!—
Oft, thy presence doth bathe in battlefields,-- but my love, believe me
Thy half hath never trade scents with others..
On a maudlin hour,
Fictions beleaguering my honor
Whose feathers perched on papers?—
Dare to charge me?
I shalt pour wine on those
No man could halt my portrait;—
This necklace wilt stay on me.
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 3:04 AM UTC
She has the kind of smile that lights up battlefields and stops time
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 11:03 PM UTC
You took the innocence from my lips
Whilst carrying explosives at your hips
Tied my bomb and took a piece of my chest
Just to frame it
In a picture in the papers
I was watching the fuse to be lit
And you gambling that I would make it
Out of that lane
So I could do it all over again
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC
One of the famous "Barry Hodges Memories" sequence
People think that Waterloo is a fascinating battlefield,
Relatively near to Brussels (where the sprouts come from
and, which are, as you know, a great cause of **** fart-gas).
But believe me there is more to it than that:
As I was wandering around checking out the graves
And generally having quite a nice time when...
A load of drug-crazed German bikers appeared
Sky-high on excess intake of moules avec pommes frites
And several gallons of extra-strong Belgian beer.
And they leaped on us and bashed the living ****
Out of my poor 99 year old mother-in-law, Deidre,
And left her lying there spasticated on the battlefield.
And for what, a few lousy packets of French cigarettes;
And I needed a metal scoop to rescue her remains to take home;
Dear God, I shall skip any more 19th century champs de guerre.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 7:47 AM UTC