Poetry
Posted: Sat Nov 08, 08 10:25 am
Any body like poetry??
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 08 10:58 am
No, do you Wayne? You dont come across as a guy who would either?
Posted: Sat Nov 08, 08 11:01 am
Well it depends on the subject matter really...if it strike a nerve in its content ya know...
I havent written anything since I was 17, at lunch yesterday one came to me and I had to pen it...
I havent written anything since I was 17, at lunch yesterday one came to me and I had to pen it...
Posted: Sat Nov 08, 08 11:09 am
cool, post it up lets have a read, i think its great if you can write poetry 'cos nothing ever seems to come to me
Posted: Sat Nov 08, 08 11:23 am
Ok but Im not to sure because its about Muay Thai and you kinda have to be familiar with some of the terminology...kinda like mechanic speak but about MT.
If you dont understand any of the words or terms just ask me.
Its called orchids and oil.
orchids... we wear them getting into the ring and
oil because we use boxing linament to warm up the muscles and it also takes away the sting of impact.
Anyway hear it goes...it reads like a poem so just left it flow.
Orchids and Oil
Our land she bears no fruit
and the crop will now fall,
middlemen and markets
dont wait on idol stalls.
If I do not rise and leave
then I know my sister will,
to close her eyes and lose her pride
so we can pay the bill.
The blessed monk he sees me
before my Wai to all,
The train it takes me near to hear
the stadiums eternal call.
Bangkok lights sting my eyes
with the poisoned tuk tuk air.
As I wipe my eyes with my familys hope
on these shoulders I now bare.
The baht it weighs heavy
in the hot in Lumpinee air,
I step the rope like a champion
as only champions dare.
I dance to the rhythm
of the sacred step.
I remember my Kru
and knowledge
which I have always kept.
When he gave it to me
to honour our proud past
I promised to give it too
and in our peoples it will last.
The moth it flies high
to kiss the stadium light,
I Nak Muay
now stand ready to fight
The ringing bell calls us
to our deadly embrace
who was once my Thai brother
now an enemy I must face.
Two scorpions we dance
like a violent sweet ballet
crowds urge me forward
to snatch victory away,
As we move to tunes
of the ancient song
The sok reigns down on me
I see my Mongkon
Blessed it protects me
from the stings of 3000 years
I must rise and fight
to save my familys tears.
The chess game it ends
with our last fierce embrace
His Bananarama! gives way
to a 100mph pace.
A quick glance to him laying
With that frozen broken stare
I feel for his family
as their cupboards will stay bare.
The crowd now chant my name
for this primal deed Ive done
Ive earned them many riches
Im now a stadium son.
A smiling old man collects baht
as he did not guess,
he recognized Muay Lek
in our violent game of chess.
I now return home
to expel all hollow fear,
the money I have bled
will keep us til next year,
My sister stays pure and clean
and will have her wedding day,
Forever she remembers my sacrifice
as we grow old and grey.
As the Siam moon she turns
our gods have taken my best years,
I cant go on forever
or risk the stadiums jeers.
The crowds will no longer love me
if I cannot win their hearts,
but baht and bet have entwined
and enslaved this noble art.
So if when you see me in the field
or stamp the blooded mat,
Know my name forever
on this mortal coil
as forever I stay chained.........
by orchids and oil.
By
Wayne Byrne
If you dont understand any of the words or terms just ask me.
Its called orchids and oil.
orchids... we wear them getting into the ring and
oil because we use boxing linament to warm up the muscles and it also takes away the sting of impact.
Anyway hear it goes...it reads like a poem so just left it flow.
Orchids and Oil
Our land she bears no fruit
and the crop will now fall,
middlemen and markets
dont wait on idol stalls.
If I do not rise and leave
then I know my sister will,
to close her eyes and lose her pride
so we can pay the bill.
The blessed monk he sees me
before my Wai to all,
The train it takes me near to hear
the stadiums eternal call.
Bangkok lights sting my eyes
with the poisoned tuk tuk air.
As I wipe my eyes with my familys hope
on these shoulders I now bare.
The baht it weighs heavy
in the hot in Lumpinee air,
I step the rope like a champion
as only champions dare.
I dance to the rhythm
of the sacred step.
I remember my Kru
and knowledge
which I have always kept.
When he gave it to me
to honour our proud past
I promised to give it too
and in our peoples it will last.
The moth it flies high
to kiss the stadium light,
I Nak Muay
now stand ready to fight
The ringing bell calls us
to our deadly embrace
who was once my Thai brother
now an enemy I must face.
Two scorpions we dance
like a violent sweet ballet
crowds urge me forward
to snatch victory away,
As we move to tunes
of the ancient song
The sok reigns down on me
I see my Mongkon
Blessed it protects me
from the stings of 3000 years
I must rise and fight
to save my familys tears.
The chess game it ends
with our last fierce embrace
His Bananarama! gives way
to a 100mph pace.
A quick glance to him laying
With that frozen broken stare
I feel for his family
as their cupboards will stay bare.
The crowd now chant my name
for this primal deed Ive done
Ive earned them many riches
Im now a stadium son.
A smiling old man collects baht
as he did not guess,
he recognized Muay Lek
in our violent game of chess.
I now return home
to expel all hollow fear,
the money I have bled
will keep us til next year,
My sister stays pure and clean
and will have her wedding day,
Forever she remembers my sacrifice
as we grow old and grey.
As the Siam moon she turns
our gods have taken my best years,
I cant go on forever
or risk the stadiums jeers.
The crowds will no longer love me
if I cannot win their hearts,
but baht and bet have entwined
and enslaved this noble art.
So if when you see me in the field
or stamp the blooded mat,
Know my name forever
on this mortal coil
as forever I stay chained.........
by orchids and oil.
By
Wayne Byrne
Posted: Sat Nov 08, 08 11:59 am
wow impressive, i was expecting something 2,3 maybe 4 verses long but that is very impressive, as far as i know/understand about poetry its about the individual, what you feel, think and your imagination, keep at it.
Posted: Sat Nov 08, 08 12:06 pm
Thanks dude!! 
Posted: Sat Nov 08, 08 12:10 pm
Blimey Red, I've seen you in a new light!
Posted: Sat Nov 08, 08 12:12 pm
In a good way I hope Ivor!!Ivor wrote:Blimey Red, I've seen you in a new light!
Posted: Sat Nov 08, 08 12:15 pm
Absolutely mate, some of those lines made the hair on the back of my neck stand up!
Posted: Sat Nov 08, 08 12:18 pm
Eerrrm, I read the first verse and gave up. 
Sorry Red, please dont batter me when ya see me next!
Defo not my thing.
Sorry Red, please dont batter me when ya see me next!
Defo not my thing.
Posted: Sat Nov 08, 08 12:18 pm
Jesus Ivor!!Ivor wrote:Absolutely mate, some of those lines made the hair on the back of my neck stand up!
I didnt know it would have that much impact Im very flattered...Thank you I will take that as a compliment!! Posted: Sat Nov 08, 08 12:20 pm
Trigger_Andy wrote:Eerrrm, I read the first verse and gave up.
Sorry Red, please dont batter me when ya see me next!
Defo not my thing.
Thats ok Andy its heavy reading to be honest and I know it wont be for everybody!! Posted: Sat Nov 08, 08 4:15 pm
I wrote a poem once.
Here goes
(Ahem)
She was only the fishmongers daughter,
when she lay on the slab and said 'fillet'
I havent finished it yet, but you can see the talent.
Here goes
(Ahem)
She was only the fishmongers daughter,
when she lay on the slab and said 'fillet'
I havent finished it yet, but you can see the talent.
Posted: Sat Nov 08, 08 4:17 pm
and another,
There was an old man called Naylor
Who's part time job was as Akela,
He said with a shout
'Come here young cub scout'
' I want you to .....
maybe for the watershed
There was an old man called Naylor
Who's part time job was as Akela,
He said with a shout
'Come here young cub scout'
' I want you to .....
maybe for the watershed