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The End
The pain … I think … I can no longer take it
It bores into me, through my skull, into my brain
And from there it spreads outwards, like a wave
Burning every fibre of my being, leaving desolation
I was not always like this, at some time normal
I was like you, leading a boring, mundane life
There was nothing distinctive or different about me
Once seen, easily forgotten, part of the background
This was before THEY came, blending with humanity
Unable to be distinguished, silently conquering
I don’t know from where or when they came
I don’t even know how they came, but come they did
Why am I the only one? Why can I see them?
I can see their true shape, hideous creatures
Cold cruel eyes, there is no pity or mercy in them
Those eyes, windows to the depths of hell
They’ve done something to me, attacked me somehow
Day by day I get worse, the pain increases
But no-one listens, no-one believes what I say
I fear my end is near, they will have won the world
It bores into me, through my skull, into my brain
And from there it spreads outwards, like a wave
Burning every fibre of my being, leaving desolation
I was not always like this, at some time normal
I was like you, leading a boring, mundane life
There was nothing distinctive or different about me
Once seen, easily forgotten, part of the background
This was before THEY came, blending with humanity
Unable to be distinguished, silently conquering
I don’t know from where or when they came
I don’t even know how they came, but come they did
Why am I the only one? Why can I see them?
I can see their true shape, hideous creatures
Cold cruel eyes, there is no pity or mercy in them
Those eyes, windows to the depths of hell
They’ve done something to me, attacked me somehow
Day by day I get worse, the pain increases
But no-one listens, no-one believes what I say
I fear my end is near, they will have won the world
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Posted: Oct 2018
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ATLANTIS - The Lost Continent
There once was a fifth continent, known as Atlantis. Is it fact
or fiction ? Well that is for everyone to decide. In the
early beginning of modern times there was Atlantis, an
advanced civilisation, that had moonstone crystals and used
them for suppling heat for everyone, larger crystals had the
power to destroy the world, the scientist realised this and
wanted to protect their secret, but the King and his astrologers
found out about this from spies in the kingdom, they were
planning a conquest of the new world and would travel past
the pillars of Hercules to invade and to take control of the free
world. As their plans were to unfold, the volcanoes were starting
to erupt with anger as they had enraged the gods with their
evil intentions, as they were all ready for there conquest
the volcanoes erupted and people were in panic and tried to
flee Atlantis, by this time the island was starting to sink
beneath the waves. The evil king and his men were swamped
by hot lava and ash and were choking on the fumes as the
beautiful cities of Atlantis was doomed. After a short time
the few boats that did escape moved into the distance
the refugees were all looking at the destruction of the once
proud city of Atlantis. Atlantis is now gone as it sinks into
the depths of the ocean. Years later it would be well
remembered as Atlantis, - the lost continent.
or fiction ? Well that is for everyone to decide. In the
early beginning of modern times there was Atlantis, an
advanced civilisation, that had moonstone crystals and used
them for suppling heat for everyone, larger crystals had the
power to destroy the world, the scientist realised this and
wanted to protect their secret, but the King and his astrologers
found out about this from spies in the kingdom, they were
planning a conquest of the new world and would travel past
the pillars of Hercules to invade and to take control of the free
world. As their plans were to unfold, the volcanoes were starting
to erupt with anger as they had enraged the gods with their
evil intentions, as they were all ready for there conquest
the volcanoes erupted and people were in panic and tried to
flee Atlantis, by this time the island was starting to sink
beneath the waves. The evil king and his men were swamped
by hot lava and ash and were choking on the fumes as the
beautiful cities of Atlantis was doomed. After a short time
the few boats that did escape moved into the distance
the refugees were all looking at the destruction of the once
proud city of Atlantis. Atlantis is now gone as it sinks into
the depths of the ocean. Years later it would be well
remembered as Atlantis, - the lost continent.
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
The poem is based on the mythical continent of Atlantis, fact or fantasy, you be the judge, this is my version of the story.Written: 2nd July 2013
The Dream
I had a dream... At first no color no sound...
But graying mist all around,
Stone that was cool to the touch
Making me feel that the sun had just gone down,
I wandered around the still now darkened garden
My instinct telling me that a treasure was soon to be found
And there... pressed against the stone I found the bell
And on it I laid a finger.
As I prayed for an answer
Soon silently the portal opened
I stepped in side a dimly lit chamber
But you were not to be seen.
With a dainty step I moved ahead
Sure I would have no regret..
Strains of music playing hauntingly
But as yet not a single being.
Drawn yet not pulled, called yet no one spoke a word
I walked on
Till steps descended
and there before me, you were
Seated on what appeared your throne
At once I knew, I had found you...
My Master, My Lord...
My Love forever true.
But graying mist all around,
Stone that was cool to the touch
Making me feel that the sun had just gone down,
I wandered around the still now darkened garden
My instinct telling me that a treasure was soon to be found
And there... pressed against the stone I found the bell
And on it I laid a finger.
As I prayed for an answer
Soon silently the portal opened
I stepped in side a dimly lit chamber
But you were not to be seen.
With a dainty step I moved ahead
Sure I would have no regret..
Strains of music playing hauntingly
But as yet not a single being.
Drawn yet not pulled, called yet no one spoke a word
I walked on
Till steps descended
and there before me, you were
Seated on what appeared your throne
At once I knew, I had found you...
My Master, My Lord...
My Love forever true.
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Posted: Aug 2013
About this poem:
I actually had this dream, a bit more detailed though but this is the basic theme.... so not actually a poem but... well, a dream.
...Destination unknown......
I look to the sea
and see ships coming in.
Been coming here and sitting on the shore.
Wishing and thinking when can I go.
But what will I do.
Oh be so nice the change.
But my luggage its so heavy.
I best leave it as its not going to be
much use to me there.
The journey owe its so good to breathe in the salt air.
Be so nice with each breathe my pains to disappear.
I escaped your advice and sank into fear.
This was all a illusion.
I have disappeared in to despair
and the ship has long departed.
What will ever become is all in my court.
Who dares wins.
and see ships coming in.
Been coming here and sitting on the shore.
Wishing and thinking when can I go.
But what will I do.
Oh be so nice the change.
But my luggage its so heavy.
I best leave it as its not going to be
much use to me there.
The journey owe its so good to breathe in the salt air.
Be so nice with each breathe my pains to disappear.
I escaped your advice and sank into fear.
This was all a illusion.
I have disappeared in to despair
and the ship has long departed.
What will ever become is all in my court.
Who dares wins.
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
Wish to just say.Thanks for advice hope to implement
and show gratitude soon.
The Gray People
They are among us..
You brush against them
on a public street
You share the water fountain
with them at your work
They sit in the stands at your
sons little league game
Even your pastor may conceal
his identity behind a mysterious
smile
Yet, an unsuspecting society goes
about its business unaware of its
inevitable and total subjugation of..
The Gray People
To date ,the only witness allegedly
to have actually encountered a Gray
was found drowned in a giant vat of
tomato soup along with a half eaten
grill cheese sandwich still stuffed in
his mouth
But there are other stories of mysterious
disappearances which the government
refuses to disclose to the general public
We only know that the local water somehow
tastes strangely different and a select group
of women have given birth to infants with
oddly shaped eyes
I, have even found myself gazing at the stars
And offering up hotdogs from a late night
cook out to whatever strange alien or diety
that is pulling our souls into its unstopable
vortex
This morning, I awoke to a quiet and sleepy
town shuffling through the streets like drugged
zombies
Even Mary Sue, my highschool sweetheart was
among the bedazed morning walkers and
although she usually abhorred my presence
was magically kind this eerie morning
For me this invasion had taken a turn for
the better as I then began to call upon
all the girls who had jilted me and persuaded
them to make restitution
Yes, I guess you could say that I have
become spokesman for the Gray People
We mean you no harm and it is useless
to resist us
Join us my friends and we shall conquer
the world!
You brush against them
on a public street
You share the water fountain
with them at your work
They sit in the stands at your
sons little league game
Even your pastor may conceal
his identity behind a mysterious
smile
Yet, an unsuspecting society goes
about its business unaware of its
inevitable and total subjugation of..
The Gray People
To date ,the only witness allegedly
to have actually encountered a Gray
was found drowned in a giant vat of
tomato soup along with a half eaten
grill cheese sandwich still stuffed in
his mouth
But there are other stories of mysterious
disappearances which the government
refuses to disclose to the general public
We only know that the local water somehow
tastes strangely different and a select group
of women have given birth to infants with
oddly shaped eyes
I, have even found myself gazing at the stars
And offering up hotdogs from a late night
cook out to whatever strange alien or diety
that is pulling our souls into its unstopable
vortex
This morning, I awoke to a quiet and sleepy
town shuffling through the streets like drugged
zombies
Even Mary Sue, my highschool sweetheart was
among the bedazed morning walkers and
although she usually abhorred my presence
was magically kind this eerie morning
For me this invasion had taken a turn for
the better as I then began to call upon
all the girls who had jilted me and persuaded
them to make restitution
Yes, I guess you could say that I have
become spokesman for the Gray People
We mean you no harm and it is useless
to resist us
Join us my friends and we shall conquer
the world!
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Posted: Mar 2014
About this poem:
O behave!The Siren
A siren sat and eyes she cast
With longing at the shore
Such excitement there she would find
All the world lay there to explore
But unfortunately there was no hope
For lacking she was feet
So every day she’d sit there and pray
For she would not admit defeat
For years she sat til she was old
Each day the same as the other
Til the day she caught an angel’s eye
Who spoke of her plight to Earth’s Mother
Finally her wish came true
Upon the shore she stepped
Her happiness knew no bounds
And tears of joy she wept
With longing at the shore
Such excitement there she would find
All the world lay there to explore
But unfortunately there was no hope
For lacking she was feet
So every day she’d sit there and pray
For she would not admit defeat
For years she sat til she was old
Each day the same as the other
Til the day she caught an angel’s eye
Who spoke of her plight to Earth’s Mother
Finally her wish came true
Upon the shore she stepped
Her happiness knew no bounds
And tears of joy she wept
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Posted: Mar 2014
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To End The Dragon's Breath
On black velvet wings glides a sinister brood
Soundlessly climbing, wings beat, in an evil mood
Exhaling blackened ash into the midnight's black sky
The horrible beast claims it's heights there on high
Where all is seen and his place chosen for his rest
Evil's magnificent beast, a skin of Jade like scales adorn his chest
A cloak to reflect the darkness and armor protected
Invincible and ageless he glides on thermals undetected
Golden amber eyes to piece hearts and souls with fear
His gaping jaws of white daggers dripping a poison so clear
Giant steel knife like claws flashing as he dives and wheels
Death's mystery made present a dragon's breath reveals
Vanquished from the skies of old, yet still the tales are told
A creature of mythic sagas, and evil's magic they hold
Wickedly handsome, savage, and cruel stalking the night
Cast out, a diminshed magical form of pure fright
A mystical strike force captivates our imaginations by stealth
Hunting the skies, occupying the plains of our minds in wealth
Their searing breath blows still today, our minds it's frying
Burning into our core, their majesty is still electrifying
We can see the light of their fire still burning behind those eyes
Aching limbs reacting to their imagined embrace as he flies
Talons tearing at our flesh making volcanic fire in our souls
Rivers of blood and pain bathed in his fire our mind extols
Terrible sacrifices our ancestors made to keep the creature bound
To free us of it's grasp and slaughter when alone we're found
Their souls burning out of control fighting to free us of this strife
Called to the slaughter, their blood upon the ground that we may have a life
On black velvet wings glides a sinister brood
Soundlessly climbing, wings beat, in an evil mood
Exhaling blackened ash into the midnight's black sky
The horrible beast claims it's heights there on high
Where all is seen and his place chosen for his rest
Evil's magnificent beast, a skin of Jade like scales adorn his chest
A cloak to reflect the darkness and armor protected
Invincible and ageless he glides on thermals undetected
Golden amber eyes to piece hearts and souls with fear
His gaping jaws of white daggers dripping a poison so clear
Giant steel knife like claws flashing as he dives and wheels
Death's mystery made present a dragon's breath reveals
Vanquished from the skies of old, yet still the tales are told
A creature of mythic sagas, and evil's magic they hold
Wickedly handsome, savage, and cruel stalking the night
Cast out, a diminshed magical form of pure fright
A mystical strike force captivates our imaginations by stealth
Hunting the skies, occupying the plains of our minds in wealth
Their searing breath blows still today, our minds it's frying
Burning into our core, their majesty is still electrifying
We can see the light of their fire still burning behind those eyes
Aching limbs reacting to their imagined embrace as he flies
Talons tearing at our flesh making volcanic fire in our souls
Rivers of blood and pain bathed in his fire our mind extols
Terrible sacrifices our ancestors made to keep the creature bound
To free us of it's grasp and slaughter when alone we're found
Their souls burning out of control fighting to free us of this strife
Called to the slaughter, their blood upon the ground that we may have a life
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Posted: May 2012
About this poem:
I love a good Dragon poem, and I think this is one. I hope you like as much as I did.Legend of Mara (Part XXIV)
What a feast was laden on those tables. No-one had spared any labour in preparing the wedding tables. To just call it a feast is really an understatement. Only thing is that the right words just don’t exist. I had all been prepared with love.
Dietfried had surpassed himself in Bier making and everyone agreed that it was not quite but almost, just a smidgen off, as good as what Ekkehard used to make. There was copious amounts scattered throughout the Meeting Hall. No one but no one was going to go thirsty this day. Dietfried had made that promise and he certainly had kept up to it.
There at the centre of the tables in a prominent position was the prepared portions of Schlange. After what had happened they wanted it to be so prominent to remind everyone of the miracle that happened that day. Mind you though you only had to look at Hulderic to be instantly reminded.
Mara had barely left Hulderic alone since that incident and if he was too long out of her sight she would almost panic stricken go hunting for him. People would look at each other and wisely nod their heads. Understandable under these circumstances and surely she would eventually settle and things would, more or less, get back to normal.
The tables were laden with Bratkartoffeln, Bratwurst, Hasenpfeffer (made from fresh Hasen that had been trapped that night), Kartoffelsalat, Pfefferpotthast, Mettbrötchen, Speckpfannkuchen, Rouladen and Sauerkraut. There was actually lots and lots more, so many that it would take pages just to list them.
Dietfried had surpassed himself in Bier making and everyone agreed that it was not quite but almost, just a smidgen off, as good as what Ekkehard used to make. There was copious amounts scattered throughout the Meeting Hall. No one but no one was going to go thirsty this day. Dietfried had made that promise and he certainly had kept up to it.
There at the centre of the tables in a prominent position was the prepared portions of Schlange. After what had happened they wanted it to be so prominent to remind everyone of the miracle that happened that day. Mind you though you only had to look at Hulderic to be instantly reminded.
Mara had barely left Hulderic alone since that incident and if he was too long out of her sight she would almost panic stricken go hunting for him. People would look at each other and wisely nod their heads. Understandable under these circumstances and surely she would eventually settle and things would, more or less, get back to normal.
The tables were laden with Bratkartoffeln, Bratwurst, Hasenpfeffer (made from fresh Hasen that had been trapped that night), Kartoffelsalat, Pfefferpotthast, Mettbrötchen, Speckpfannkuchen, Rouladen and Sauerkraut. There was actually lots and lots more, so many that it would take pages just to list them.
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Posted: Sep 2011
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the malady shop
walking slowly, picking along
gazing left to right and back
seeing what the shelves offer
the most enticing at eye level
offering desires unbeknownst
I didn't even know such a thing
what would I do if I had it?
can I even afford the price?
chits of cancerous coupons
hanging, curiously tempting
can I reach out and take it?
would it be all I could afford?
the next isle over I stare
at the myriad of maladies
a far vision to be seen
conditions of every possibility
packaged Parkinson's disease
shiny red cuts and contusions
row upon row of depressions
hung heavy from sagging shelves
and blister packs of viruses
of every color and description
silent strokes hanging overhead
some heartless thrombosis
the little extras for credit
avarice and gluttony on display
arrogance inside the box
bags and bags of despair
and there I stand patiently
at the next isle of the shop
my nose slightly dripping
deals picked, payment at hand
seeming satisfied at choices made
counting items selected and
fingering predisposed containers
waiting in line to check-out
© agoodguy2have 2011-01-27
gazing left to right and back
seeing what the shelves offer
the most enticing at eye level
offering desires unbeknownst
I didn't even know such a thing
what would I do if I had it?
can I even afford the price?
chits of cancerous coupons
hanging, curiously tempting
can I reach out and take it?
would it be all I could afford?
the next isle over I stare
at the myriad of maladies
a far vision to be seen
conditions of every possibility
packaged Parkinson's disease
shiny red cuts and contusions
row upon row of depressions
hung heavy from sagging shelves
and blister packs of viruses
of every color and description
silent strokes hanging overhead
some heartless thrombosis
the little extras for credit
avarice and gluttony on display
arrogance inside the box
bags and bags of despair
and there I stand patiently
at the next isle of the shop
my nose slightly dripping
deals picked, payment at hand
seeming satisfied at choices made
counting items selected and
fingering predisposed containers
waiting in line to check-out
© agoodguy2have 2011-01-27
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
Thank you for shopping at MaladyMart! ;-)With millions of items in inventory! ;-)
Fire
His gaze burned her deep as she lay in wait,
He would take her longing she was the fire
On fire ,
His volcano ,
I erupting
,
Forest,
As he engulfed her now,
Wild flames untamed,
He would take her longing she was the fire
On fire ,
His volcano ,
I erupting
,
Forest,
As he engulfed her now,
Wild flames untamed,
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Posted: May 2015
About this poem:
I've wrote poem about the sea of love,Water ,
This one is fire,
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