Poetry

[fnfalman]

Here's one poem from a man who's not afraid of writing pretty poetry for the ladies (and it got him laid a lot too).

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

[Archren]

Originally Posted by fnfalman

Here's one poem from a man who's not afraid of writing pretty poetry for the ladies (and it got him laid a lot too).

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

God damn, that was pretty good.

[fnfalman]

Originally Posted by Archren

God damn, that was pretty good.

That's Lord Byron for you. He had a clubbed foot but he was quite the ladies' man because of his poetry writing skills (oh, and some money and British nobility don't hurt either).

Here's a poem that got me laid on Valentine's Day 1991, Operation Desert Storm.

White Rose

The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

by John Boyle O'Reilly

[Archren]

Originally Posted by fnfalman

That's Lord Byron for you. He had a clubbed foot but he was quite the ladies' man because of his poetry writing skills (oh, and some money and British nobility don't hurt either).

Here's a poem that got me laid on Valentine's Day 1991, Operation Desert Storm.

White Rose

The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

by John Boyle O'Reilly

Deployment booty. Haha... as long as you weren't in a port-a-john or a water buffalo, it's all good.

[Rider]

Originally Posted by fnfalman

Here's a poem that got me laid on Valentine's Day 1991, Operation Desert Storm.

I was over there at that time and there were NO ladies around...... So uh...... Yeah. did ya?

[fnfalman]

Originally Posted by Rider

I was over there at that time and there were NO ladies around...... So uh...... Yeah. did ya?

It isn't my fault that you didn't know where the chicks were or had no connections with the JAG office.