Poem I Wrote.

[FeelinFroggy]

In shark infested waters
There's just a few SEALs,
Not the kind of blubber and fins
You won't see us, don't think you will...

...That wouldn't be your first mistake
The hell we'll bring upon you isn't worth the wait
Some flee their holes, but there is no place to hide
You could try running, though it's just a waste of time....

Because we will bring you to justice,
However severe the route,
I fight for the United States of America
WE WILL NOT FAIL, there is no doubt.



Just a little something I wrote a while back. Hope you all like it

[SlightlyCatholic]

Is this your first poem or have you done others? Good job, by the way. Do you play any instruments? Maybe add music and turn it into a song?

[FeelinFroggy]

No, I don't play any instruments. I just write sometimes to relieve stress. I'm glad you liked it though, thanks.

[SlightlyCatholic]

I have a friend who wrote a bunch of poems and actually got them professionally bound and sent out to a publisher. He's done quite well with it. Who knows, you might find yourself with a pile of poems laying around the house someday...it's always worth considering.

[PaulR]

Nice job!! I bet it would go well with the right music. We could all be looking at the next Berry Sadler.

Check out the work that made this SF NCO famous! He wrote and sang this song and brought it to fame!

http://video.google.com/videosearch?...um=4&ct=title#

[Kiwi]

Thats a very nice poem, are you writting more?

[FeelinFroggy]

Thanks for all the replies. I have written more, but I always seem to get the inspiration to write in the most inconvenient places. For instance, that poem was written on a small piece of burned cardboard. The poems are just for my own enjoyment and I have no ambitions to publish any or put them to music.

[Kiwi]

Many Diggers thought the same, and the Australian Defence Force put many they found together in a collection, they have become apart of Australias history.

Don't sell your self short. You write well.

[FeelinFroggy]

Here's another one I stumbled upon today. This one is fairly old and short...

There he screams,
Loud with brazen stature
I dare to leave,
Upon my head the final wave is captured
Cold and unforgiving,
Thinking of the ones before us
No soul to come and get me,
As steadfast as the shore was

[SlightlyCatholic]

There he screams,
Loud with brazen stature
I dare to leave,
Upon my head the final wave is captured
Cold and unforgiving,
Thinking of the ones before us
No soul to come and get me,
As steadfast as the shore was

Not to get all "literary" on you, but this one sounds like BUD/S and your class hitting the surf zone. The first two lines are about your instructor telling you to get wet and sandy, the next six are about the toughness of you and your class as your head goes beneath the waves.

Then again, I didn't write the poem and I have no idea what you wrote it to represent. I'm just a literature freak, I guess.