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Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Perilous Tendency

What is it about guys and poetry?? I have been noticing that several guys around me have a tendency to every so often write poetry!?!? I really don't understand this because when the topic is brought up.... no guy wants to talk about his "feelings". Now make no mistake, I've been through (high school) literature and received a basic understanding of poems and poetry and all that jazz to make one "well rounded".... and I do see that some of it can be very insiteful and very descriptive and beautiful. But through it all.... I just believe real men don't write poetry.

However, I have gone on a search for male poets.... to see if there be any worthy of the Y chromosome...... and yay I found one...... one who I believe has quite a talent!! So without further hesitancy, here he is..... tell me what you think!!

Eight Thousand Metres Up
Eight thousand metres up, the plane is falling from the sky,
Both engines have failed and they are all about to die

The passengers are desperate, the pilot's in a panic
A young woman leaps up at last, her voice is clearly frantic

She rips off her shirt and shouts to all the passengers and crew
'Someone! Make a woman of me! Any man will do!'

A bloke three rows back sees his chance - is this his dying wish?
He rips his shirt off, flings it at her and says 'Here! Iron this!'

David Peetz

22 Comments:

At 10:56 PM, Blogger Unknown said...

HAHAHAHA! Thats funny brett. But I really have to slap you in the face for making the comment that "real men don't write poetry." I would claim that Shakespear was a real man. And Solomon was a real man.(I.E. The Song of Solomon...pretty much a bunch of poetry.) David was a real man....all of the psalms are basic poems...and even if you don't count them as that he was "expressing his feelings" which you say no real man wants to do.

I'll give you the sum of this matter brett:

REAL Men...can express their feelings through poetry, conversation or however else and still BE REAL MEN!

Other men...are just posers.

 
At 10:57 PM, Blogger Unknown said...

Also...real men can wear pink...(Hahaha)

 
At 6:34 AM, Blogger Androphenese said...

The first of elyow's comments was right on, but the latter, its irrelevant

 
At 8:52 AM, Blogger Cal-el of Krypton said...

David... I give you. Any man who kills a 10 foot tall guy and goes out on rampages with a couple of friends and slays entire tribes before the sun sets... can pretty much do anything he wants!

Solomon... rebuilt the temple and was a pretty smart fella. I'll give you Solomon, even though his first book is REALLY pushin' it.

Shakespeare...I'm thinkin' not. You see... David and Solomon did their writing as a side- hobby; just something to pass a few spare moments. Shakey made it his life; if you don't rebuild the temple or slay entire tribes.... you can't write poetry and label yourself among renowned men.

 
At 8:52 AM, Blogger beatrice said...

So are you saying that "real men" don't have feelings? Or just that they shouldn't express them in some way?

 
At 8:54 AM, Blogger Cal-el of Krypton said...

They should express their feelings... with their fists!!

 
At 8:55 AM, Blogger Cal-el of Krypton said...

and swords!! Gun battles are for sissies!

 
At 9:15 PM, Blogger Lady Godiva said...

i really fell out of my chair laughing. that's awesome!

 
At 7:58 AM, Blogger Table of Stone said...

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At 8:01 AM, Blogger Table of Stone said...

funny, yes. But I agree with elyow and ludwig. Men who can't express their feelings, posers. Don't need'um.

 
At 2:43 PM, Blogger Gracie said...

funny funny...but you know..I wouldn't say that my brother is unmanly just because he writes awesome poetry.. ;)

 
At 5:48 PM, Blogger Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band said...

Here is a poem I wrote just now about the "man of men", Chuck Norris. It goes a-like so:

Chuck Norris once killed three thousand guys by kicking them in the face/ Just because they decided one day to dress, everyone, in lace/ This feat was applauded by all real men with big swords and big fists/ Chuck Norris merely nodded and walked off in the mists/ So everyone remembers the day the "man of men" saved man's name/ And this poem was dismissed as being superbly lame!

 
At 8:43 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

You do love to "push the envelope" don't you?

 
At 10:01 AM, Blogger Cal-el of Krypton said...

Tyler!! AWESOME poem dude! I guess guys can write poetry and be worthy of the "Y".... guys just have to write about the right things (NO glistening sunsets or shimmering rivers... but Chuck Norris... oh yeah!!)

Sav... you're going to have to explain "pushing the envelope"... because the only thing I know that I push is certain IV meds.

 
At 11:27 AM, Blogger Life is better in the South said...

That is FUNNY!
Wow, that is a GOOD poem!!!!

Cya soon!
*xoxo*

 
At 8:16 PM, Blogger Laura Kathryn said...

Oh Brett, I love the way you delight so much in expressing opinions which indeed are not your own.

 
At 6:44 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

no comment.

 
At 8:35 AM, Blogger joe4444 said...

Writing poetry is fun. Reading poetry is boring and confusing.

 
At 12:09 AM, Blogger rachel tsunami said...

If you want to read some testosterone charged poetry, google for Robert Service. Start with The Cremation of Sam McGee. Then proceed to The Law of the Yukon. Then tell me that real men don't write poetry. ;-)

Here's a sample:

This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain:
"Send not your foolish and feeble; send me your strong and your sane --
Strong for the red rage of battle; sane for I harry them sore;
Send me men girt for the combat, men who are grit to the core;
Swift as the panther in triumph, fierce as the bear in defeat,
Sired of a bulldog parent, steeled in the furnace heat.
Send me the best of your breeding, lend me your chosen ones;
Them will I take to my bosom, them will I call my sons;
Them will I gild with my treasure, them will I glut with my meat;
But the others -- the misfits, the failures -- I trample under my feet.
Dissolute, damned and despairful, crippled and palsied and slain,
Ye would send me the spawn of your gutters -- Go! take back your spawn again.

 
At 1:43 PM, Blogger Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band said...

Wow, very sweet poetry. (and I'm not being sarcastic)

 
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