The Charge Of The Light Brigade

This poem was written by Sir Alfred Lord Tennyson to memorialize a suicidal charge by light cavalry over open terrain by British forces in the Battle of Balaclava (Ukraine) in the Crimean War (1854-56). 247 men of the 637 in the charge were killed or wounded. Britain entered the war, which was fought by Russia against Turkey, Britain and France, because Russia sought to control the Dardanelles. Russian control of the Dardanelles threatened British sea routes.


Half a league half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred:
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd ?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do & die,
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd & thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack & Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke,
Shatter'd & sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse & hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

- Alfred Lord Tennyson

Peace Love Empathy, Kurt Cobain

This poem is very dear to me as NIRVANA was my start band when I started listening to rock music. And i quite like it now also though I now no more listen to a lot of punk rock. But I always loved what so ever Kurt had to sing, and one of my buddies gave me this poem and I guess I can pay a tribute to Cobain by at least posting it here. The poem is anonymously written by some random person , who surely thought Kurt Cobain was GOD!!! Have fun!! PEACE \m/


Kurt Cobain is alive and well..
i saw him in a 7-11 down in hell....
i gazed at him with a long deep stare..
he looked back at me and then declared...
"you gullable people think i'm dead,
when never a bullet shot through my head....
and here i am happy in my own sweet hell,
this is the place where i like to dwell...
never will i ever return to earth..
for i have hated it ever since birth.....
no reunion with me because
you can remember me the way i was....
for i do not wish for any more of the pain"
peace, love, and empathy, Kurt Cobain...

A Drunken Man's Praise Of Soberiety!

COME swish around, my pretty punk,
And keep me dancing still
That I may stay a sober man
Although I drink my fill.

Sobriety is a jewel
That I do much adore;
And therefore keep me dancing
Though drunkards lie and snore.
O mind your feet, O mind your feet,
Keep dancing like a wave,
And under every dancer
A dead man in his grave.
No ups and downs, my pretty,
A mermaid, not a punk;
A drunkard is a dead man,
And all dead men are drunk.

William Butler Yeats.

She Dwelt Among Untrodden Ways

This was one of my favorite poems, which i used to keep reading over and over again, and wonder, what would Lucy be doing whole day and why did no one turn up to her grave and what if some day someone dies anonymous, no soul to care for, no one to weep...


SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways
Besides the springs of Dove,
Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:

A violet by a mosy tone
Half hidden fron the eye!
---Fair as a star when only one
Is shining in the sky

She lived unknown , and a few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!

William Wordsworth.

Stopping By Woods On A snowy evening!

I feel like retrospecting these days, and that reminds me of all the days gone by when "getting high" meant on to the swings, when "dad" was the only hero I knew of, when "dad's shoulder" was the highest place on earth, when the only thing that could hurt were "skinned knees", when only things broken were your "toys" and when "goodbye" meant only till tomorrow... and when I think of all these, I feel life has changed a lot from then to now.. But one thing that hasn't yet changed is my love for good writings and poetry, the surreal world it drags me into, the never ending fantasies and the beautiful world it used to create in front of my eyes, and I used to dip myself into that world for hours together...world created by masters like Frost, Blake, Yeats...and today, thanks to Larry Page and Sergey Brin that I can again go back to those times and Live those moments again and quote them here and share it with all the people who love to get lost into their fanatasies!!!

I would start by my fav poem...

"Stopping by Woods on a snowy evening"

Whose woods these are I think I konw.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bell a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost.

COlored!!!

Hey , this poem was nominated as the best poem of 2005, written by an African Kid.....

When i born, i black.
When i grow up i Black.
When i go in sun i Black.
When i scared i Black.
When i sick i Black &
When i die , i still Black....
And u white fella...
When u born u Pink.
When u grow up u White.
When u go in sun u Red.
When u cold u Blue.
When u scared u Yellow.
When u sick u Green.
and when u Die u Gray.... & u calling me COLORED ???