~~~The ESB Calzaghe v. Kessler POETRY PICTORIAL~~~

Btw... This is by far the best JC / Kess thread I've seen. Nice work Decebal.

 

Yes - I'd be inclined to agree. Some amusing entries.

 

Yes great thread. I am surpriced to see how many good poets there are on ESB. Unfortunately neither my english nor my artistic abilities are good enough to join - but I enjoy reading......:good

 

The forum is not a Nobel Prize entry form Rollo.... remember that.

 

Nice job, Pride, Smazz20, Amsterdam, langshof and Decebal - This is going beyong expectations - we simply rock as fans.

 

I won´t give it a try anyway.....:hey

 

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May the graceful horseman ride once again
The reaper shall not take his important place..
As the enlightened one assumes the mantle of lord
Hail thee sir Joe Calzaghe
You're might and swiftness shall reign over the impending assault
Warrior King Mikkel Kessler falls in his own blood
...As our great one stands above glistening in the spotlight
The war is over and we are in serenity
All hail thee Sir Joe Calzaghe
The only rightful claim to the 168 crown​

 

JC and Kess are europes biggest stars,
lets sort the mess, and raise the bars.
They owe the fans, a match to admire.
So join all the clans, for them to inspire.

Danes and Welsh alike, let us be mates.
Haters, take a hike, this thread end debates.
Other brits come to, strengthern your e-quill.
Nordics, also for you, join in poetic thrill.

The first stone is cast, no talent is no excuse.
We do it to have a blast, so dont be obtuse.
Let it be witty or epic, this is not for fame.
You are using a nick, no one knows your name.

 

Superb - true quality.

 

Decebal has motives for this thread.

 

Yes, for you to reveal your limerick

 

While you are busy in here, he will begin posting thread after thread about that Bute. If this thread goes stale, there will be songwriting, painting and prayer threads to keep you all occupied.

 

The battlefield is cleared, soldiers stand in thousand rows.
As far my eyes can gaze, men of pride, meal of crows.
Tension fills every warrior, the upcoming battle is neigh.
Flexed muscles, succulent in sweat, on shields hearts rely.

Squires and skjalds insures rememberance, tales of gore.
Blood will be spillt on the very night, pacifists this abhore.
History is for the victor, the defeated remains forgotten.
Carcasses will lay scattered on the field, food for the rotten.

But I, unlike history, will remember the fallen men of defeat.
Caged within my heart it shall remain, till I visit fields of wheat.
Foaming mouths, creation of battlecraze, bordering on amok.
Till our dying day, this be known what Gods call Ragnarok.

 

- I guess we would be too busy to participate then. Bute deserves threads of his own.