Monday, 22 November 2010
Suez. the reasons why.
In 1956 British parachute troops
and French Foreign legion Paratroops
attacked Port Said in Egypt.
I took part in that attack.
Suez. the reasons why.
Nasser up to his age old tricks,
closing the Straits of Tiran for kicks,
pouring verbal abuse at Jews,
trying to make the headline news.
Removing the British with great success,
the British rejoicing, saying God bless,
into their planes, boats , and ships,
heading for blighty to fish and chips.
But Col Nasser had not finished yet,
Disraeli’s investment he had to get,
£4,000,000 we vested in this canal,
taxpayers money in this foreign channel.
I will close this canal company down
said Col Nasser without a frown
some honest Egyptian’s had their doubt
this is thieving they were heard to shout.
But close it down the mighty man did,
its all mine, there’s no need to bid,
not long after in a morning sky,
roaring engines were heard on high.
At a place called El Gamil ,
Egyptians asserted Nasser’s will,
the sound of shells and cordite smell,
men descending to a thunderous hell.
Ack ack and flack was poured at these troops,
but none of it mattered to these sturdy groups,
B companies men dropped over enemies heads,
alerting them to realities dreads.
Acrid smoke and cordite smell,
self propelled guns releasing shell,
streams of tracer searing a path,
fallen heroes in a bloody bath.
All because Nasser could not wait.
till that day in ‘68,
this worldly waterway would be his,
not one parent their son would miss.
To ALL those that fell at El Gamil.
[Jobee 3 Parachute Group. [primary source]
http://www.britains-smallwars.com/suez/Drop.html
and French Foreign legion Paratroops
attacked Port Said in Egypt.
I took part in that attack.
Suez. the reasons why.
Nasser up to his age old tricks,
closing the Straits of Tiran for kicks,
pouring verbal abuse at Jews,
trying to make the headline news.
Removing the British with great success,
the British rejoicing, saying God bless,
into their planes, boats , and ships,
heading for blighty to fish and chips.
But Col Nasser had not finished yet,
Disraeli’s investment he had to get,
£4,000,000 we vested in this canal,
taxpayers money in this foreign channel.
I will close this canal company down
said Col Nasser without a frown
some honest Egyptian’s had their doubt
this is thieving they were heard to shout.
But close it down the mighty man did,
its all mine, there’s no need to bid,
not long after in a morning sky,
roaring engines were heard on high.
At a place called El Gamil ,
Egyptians asserted Nasser’s will,
the sound of shells and cordite smell,
men descending to a thunderous hell.
Ack ack and flack was poured at these troops,
but none of it mattered to these sturdy groups,
B companies men dropped over enemies heads,
alerting them to realities dreads.
Acrid smoke and cordite smell,
self propelled guns releasing shell,
streams of tracer searing a path,
fallen heroes in a bloody bath.
All because Nasser could not wait.
till that day in ‘68,
this worldly waterway would be his,
not one parent their son would miss.
To ALL those that fell at El Gamil.
[Jobee 3 Parachute Group. [primary source]
http://www.britains-smallwars.com/suez/Drop.html
Sunday, 21 November 2010
The Oak in Winter
The Oak in Winter.
The Oak in Winter
Don’t stare at me in winter time
Im just an oak tree not a pine
pines stay neatly dressed all year
come winters chill they have no fear
From chilly winds freezing snow
that rack my bough from top to toe
pouring rain biting sleet
unguarded trunk branches meet
Pines don’t have this awful stress
casting off a summer dress
they don’t wear my worried frown
as dancing leaves flutter down
Changing partners on the way
acknowledging their final day
hello goodbye its time to quit
no good sighing this is it
Dance be merry twirl around
twist flutter to the ground
make a carpet O so rich
block the farmers drainage ditch
The pine looks on with nonchalant air
smartly dressed with not a care
my silhouette is stark bare
to natures gaze and freezing air
O how I wish I was a pine
to hold these dying leaves of mine
don’t stare at me in winter time
come back in may I'll be fine
©©jobee
The Oak in Winter
Don’t stare at me in winter time
Im just an oak tree not a pine
pines stay neatly dressed all year
come winters chill they have no fear
From chilly winds freezing snow
that rack my bough from top to toe
pouring rain biting sleet
unguarded trunk branches meet
Pines don’t have this awful stress
casting off a summer dress
they don’t wear my worried frown
as dancing leaves flutter down
Changing partners on the way
acknowledging their final day
hello goodbye its time to quit
no good sighing this is it
Dance be merry twirl around
twist flutter to the ground
make a carpet O so rich
block the farmers drainage ditch
The pine looks on with nonchalant air
smartly dressed with not a care
my silhouette is stark bare
to natures gaze and freezing air
O how I wish I was a pine
to hold these dying leaves of mine
don’t stare at me in winter time
come back in may I'll be fine
©©jobee
Modesty
Modesty
Would it better if men were more spared,
women stopped praising he-men who dared,
Would it be better if tenderness reigned?
Those blood and guts nerviest held, restrained.
Would it be better if modesty prevailed?
We kissed, caressed, all those who failed.
Ticker tape welcomes for those who are quiet.
Who mind their own business refusing to fight?
I think twould be better to stop making guns,
By spending the money on laughter, puns,
I hope in the future we’ll think again,
Governments think deeply about women, men.
The animal kingdoms no problem at all.
Its humans that’s spreading, taking it all.
Should we consider our productive rate.
Lesson our urge to procreate.
China had fun with this little game,
Should we take stock and do the same,
Nature tells us to watch our stock.
Or we could be in for a blooming big shock.
Jobee
Would it better if men were more spared,
women stopped praising he-men who dared,
Would it be better if tenderness reigned?
Those blood and guts nerviest held, restrained.
Would it be better if modesty prevailed?
We kissed, caressed, all those who failed.
Ticker tape welcomes for those who are quiet.
Who mind their own business refusing to fight?
I think twould be better to stop making guns,
By spending the money on laughter, puns,
I hope in the future we’ll think again,
Governments think deeply about women, men.
The animal kingdoms no problem at all.
Its humans that’s spreading, taking it all.
Should we consider our productive rate.
Lesson our urge to procreate.
China had fun with this little game,
Should we take stock and do the same,
Nature tells us to watch our stock.
Or we could be in for a blooming big shock.
Jobee
Hitler
Cpl. Adolph 'Adi' Hitler. 1889 -1945.
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Hitler
When the First World War broke out Hitler said.
"Overpowered by stormy enthusiasm- I fell down
on my knees and thanked heaven for granting me
the good fortune of being permitted to live at this time".
Cpl. Adolph 'Adi' Hitler. 1889 -1945.
Hitler was rescued from his drifting life,
By rumblings of war and oncoming strife,
Germany not Austria his leanings were bent,
His spirits lifted by this awesome event.
The assassination of Archduke Ferdinand,
By a man named Princip from Serbian land,
Austro-Hungary attacked the Serbs.
Then Russia and France called on reserves.
Belgian nuetrality the Germans ignored,
The British lion awakened then roared,
Hitler signing for Bavarian command,
Overcome with enthusiasm for his adopted land.
For Hitler the army a base and a home,
Stopping his restless urge to roam,
With the 'List' regiment he first saw war,
At Ypres in Belgium he started his tour.
Decorated early in this vicious war,
The Iron Cross 2nd class he very soon wore.
Competent, courageous, alert,keen,
A credit to any fighting machine.
Between actions quietly reserved,
Drawing, philosophy studiously observed,
No presents or cards at Christmas time,
His pet dog 'Foxl' suited him fine.
Surviving Ypres and making his name,
The battle at Somme his next little game,
A wound in the leg caused him to fall,
Convalescing, his nature, not suited at all.
Back in action for the last great push,
Heading for Paris in a desperate rush,
Nearly, the name of this little game,
A desperate attempt before Americans came.
A First Class Iron Cross Hitlers reward,
A Jewish officer gave the award,
At the second Ypres in a gas attack,
Partly blinded - he would be back.
Jobee a coy 3 para
The Iron Cross First Class normally only given to
Commissioned officers.
Nazi Artifacts: Mementoes, Badges, Pins and Painting
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Hitler
When the First World War broke out Hitler said.
"Overpowered by stormy enthusiasm- I fell down
on my knees and thanked heaven for granting me
the good fortune of being permitted to live at this time".
Cpl. Adolph 'Adi' Hitler. 1889 -1945.
Hitler was rescued from his drifting life,
By rumblings of war and oncoming strife,
Germany not Austria his leanings were bent,
His spirits lifted by this awesome event.
The assassination of Archduke Ferdinand,
By a man named Princip from Serbian land,
Austro-Hungary attacked the Serbs.
Then Russia and France called on reserves.
Belgian nuetrality the Germans ignored,
The British lion awakened then roared,
Hitler signing for Bavarian command,
Overcome with enthusiasm for his adopted land.
For Hitler the army a base and a home,
Stopping his restless urge to roam,
With the 'List' regiment he first saw war,
At Ypres in Belgium he started his tour.
Decorated early in this vicious war,
The Iron Cross 2nd class he very soon wore.
Competent, courageous, alert,keen,
A credit to any fighting machine.
Between actions quietly reserved,
Drawing, philosophy studiously observed,
No presents or cards at Christmas time,
His pet dog 'Foxl' suited him fine.
Surviving Ypres and making his name,
The battle at Somme his next little game,
A wound in the leg caused him to fall,
Convalescing, his nature, not suited at all.
Back in action for the last great push,
Heading for Paris in a desperate rush,
Nearly, the name of this little game,
A desperate attempt before Americans came.
A First Class Iron Cross Hitlers reward,
A Jewish officer gave the award,
At the second Ypres in a gas attack,
Partly blinded - he would be back.
Jobee a coy 3 para
The Iron Cross First Class normally only given to
Commissioned officers.
Nazi Artifacts: Mementoes, Badges, Pins and Painting
There is no 'caring' God, live with it.
Psychosis and Money
What is it then that makes them pray,
that makes them creep, crawl, all day,
that makes them read some silly script,
their pride, confidence, slyly stripped ?
What is it then that transfers their minds,
to heavens, angels, spiritual kinds,
to attend Cathedrals in little groups,
then dress in robes as elitist troops ?
What is it then that makes them build,
on fertile land where food was tilled,
huge Mosques; Cathedrals too,
just to sing, confess anew?
Does it help in anyway,
to wile away the hours of day,
dressed in best on their knees,
praying to anything, making pleas?
Is it selfishness that makes them think,
we all need them to cower, shrink,
on our behalf at their request,
so that our souls be sublimely blessed?
The whiff of selfishness stirs the air,
I think it’s just themselves they care,
the work is easy, less to think,
from competition they wilt, shrink.
This God they advocate with fuss,
when ask for proof they won’t discuss,
O proof, O proof; what for you need ?
the devils home you’ll go with speed.
My lucid mind begins to stir,
I’m in the hands of a blackmailer,
I only ask; for what your sales?
they came back as hard as nails.
So business then shall prevail,
In Woolworth’s by an honest sale,
the Church an inquisition I think,
proof of God surely brinks.
jobee -05
What is it then that makes them pray,
that makes them creep, crawl, all day,
that makes them read some silly script,
their pride, confidence, slyly stripped ?
What is it then that transfers their minds,
to heavens, angels, spiritual kinds,
to attend Cathedrals in little groups,
then dress in robes as elitist troops ?
What is it then that makes them build,
on fertile land where food was tilled,
huge Mosques; Cathedrals too,
just to sing, confess anew?
Does it help in anyway,
to wile away the hours of day,
dressed in best on their knees,
praying to anything, making pleas?
Is it selfishness that makes them think,
we all need them to cower, shrink,
on our behalf at their request,
so that our souls be sublimely blessed?
The whiff of selfishness stirs the air,
I think it’s just themselves they care,
the work is easy, less to think,
from competition they wilt, shrink.
This God they advocate with fuss,
when ask for proof they won’t discuss,
O proof, O proof; what for you need ?
the devils home you’ll go with speed.
My lucid mind begins to stir,
I’m in the hands of a blackmailer,
I only ask; for what your sales?
they came back as hard as nails.
So business then shall prevail,
In Woolworth’s by an honest sale,
the Church an inquisition I think,
proof of God surely brinks.
jobee -05
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